Neighbors are different out in the country.  First of all, they are a whole lot further away.  Instead of zero lot line houses barely five feet apart, they are 5 to 50 acres apart.  You seldom even see one another to wave, except maybe at the lineup of mailboxes out on the highway.  In the country, if you want to see your neighbors, you have to make it happen.
            In the city a good neighbor often boils down to this:  he’s quiet and doesn’t cause any trouble.  There may be a particular neighbor or two you really become friends with, taking turns having one another over for dinner, going fishing together, loaning your lawn mower and babysitting once in a while, but the rest are confined to a nod when you pass one another on the street and a quick word over the backyard fence if you both happen to be out at the same time.
            In the country, because you are so far out of town and away from help, “neighbor” takes on a much larger meaning.  The very lifestyle means you have far more need of one another.  You pull one another’s vehicles out of the mud.  You tag team generators when the power goes out for more than a couple of hours.  You feed one another’s livestock when the other one has to be out of town a few days.  You swap garden tilling for tractor mowing and tomatoes for blueberries.  You help one another shell peas and shuck corn, and then work together one hot afternoon to get it all put up.  You help load sick, but heavy, pets in the pickup for a trip to the vet.  You trade shooting lessons for help wiring the shed.  You loan cars when one is in the shop, or chauffeur a sick neighbor to the doctor if you need it yourself.  If a widow is alone, you load up her woodstove and get it set, ready to light on a cold night.  If a husband is away and there is a household emergency—like the refrigerator door falling off!—you head down the lane immediately and screw it back on.  When a storm passes through and leaves a live oak half out of the ground leaning over a house, all the neighbors drop everything and run with their tractors, chains and chainsaws to help.  There is something a little more primal about being a neighbor in the country.
            We’ve had neighbors like that and we’ve tried to be neighbors like that in return.  I think it’s the sort of thing Jesus had in mind when he told the story of the Good Samaritan.  This isn’t a matter of borrowing a cup of sugar.  It isn’t about keeping the TV low in the wee hours or not parking on someone else’s property.  It’s about real life and death matters, real trials and suffering, and aiding in whatever way you can.
           Maybe the Levite and the priest were used to city neighbors.  This guy on the side of the road certainly wasn’t being a good neighbor to them, causing them all sorts of trouble and a delay in their schedules if they had stopped to help.  But the truth is, you can be a bad neighbor anywhere, country or city, and the Lord expects a whole lot more from us than that.  He expects us to do just as that Samaritan did, helping beyond the expected—just think what a couple night’s lodging would cost today—and yes, for a perfect stranger.  Was he a good guy or a good-for-nothing?  We don’t know and that’s the point.  If someone needs our help, we help, even a stranger and even when we don’t have time to check and see if we are being good stewards of our money.
           “Love thy neighbor as thyself” was recognized by Jews as the second greatest commandment.  Yet they argued long and hard over who exactly their “neighbor” was.  It most cases it boiled down to a good practicing Jew.  We’re big on castigating those Pharisaical Jews who knew the Law but explained it away.  I think we just might have the same problem.
 
For the whole law is fulfilled in one word: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself. (Gal 5:14)
 
Dene Ward

God c[ould], had He pleased, have been incarnate in a man of iron nerves, the Stoic son who let no sigh escape him.  Of His great humility He chose to be incarnate in a man of delicate sensibilities who wept at the grave of Lazarus and sweated blood in Gethsemane.  Otherwise we should have missed the great lesson that it is by his will alone that a man is good or bad, and that feelings are not, in themselves, of any importance.  We should also have missed the all important help of knowing that He has faced all that the weakest of us face, has shared not only the strength of our nature but every weakness of it except sin.  If He had been incarnate in a man of immense natural courage, that w[ould] have been for many of us almost the same as His not being incarnate at all. 

C. S. Lewis, Letters of C. S. Lewis, edited by Walter Hooper, as quoted in The Eye of the Beholder:  The Gospel of John as Historical Reportage, by Lydia McGrew, DeWard Publishing.
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Every spring we see a lot of birds passing through on their migration back north, kinds we never see otherwise in this warm climate.  Sandhill cranes fly right over us following the same flight path as the jets, helicopters, and blimps, from our southeast corner to our northwest boundary post.  You can hear them coming from miles away.  A couple of goldfinches visit our feeder for two or three days in the spring and fall.  Their bright yellow is hard to miss, even for me.  A painted bunting thrills us with his lightning quick “here and gone” visits.  A blue grosbeak couple spend a few weeks with us every other year or so.  They actually take the time to nest and breed before moving on.
            A few weeks ago we had another two day visitor—a woodcock.  He’s an odd-looking fellow, a foot long or less, with a chunky body, a striped head and a very long and thin bill.  He looks a bit like a bent old man with a cane.  I watched as he walked around the foot of the feeder, poking that bill into the ground again and again like a baker checking for the doneness of her cake.  Suddenly he plunged his beak to the hilt, then began pumping away.  He’s found something, I thought, and sure enough he began to pull up a long black worm.  The worm did its best to hold onto the last clod of dirt, stretching like melted cheese on a pizza, but eventually he popped out and the woodcock downed him in the blink of an eye.  The next day the woodcock was gone too, another sojourner on his way home.
            We sing a song:  “This world is not my home, I’m just a-passing through.”  Is that how we really feel?  Those migrating birds have no problem leaving behind feeders full of seeds that magically replenish themselves.  They’re here and gone without a thought for what’s left behind.  Even the grosbeaks who stay long enough to build a nest and raise a few chicks will up and leave as soon as the task is accomplished.
            And what do we do but spend our time, money, and effort on the temporary with little thought for the eternal.  We don’t just build a nest, we build a monument.  “This is where someone like me ought to be living and this is the type of house I ought to have in the neighborhood I ought to have it.”  Would we spend that much time, money, and effort on a motel room?  Because that’s all this world is.  How about spending that much time, money, and effort on the treasure in heaven?
            You’re just a goldfinch passing though for a couple of days.  Even the birds know where home really is.
 
These all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. For people who speak thus make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of that land from which they had gone out, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared for them a city. (Heb 11:13-16)

After teaching an overview of the prophets in my Ladies' Bible Class, I really wanted to do a deeper study of Jeremiah.  But Jeremiah is a daunting book.  Perhaps not as daunting as Zechariah or Revelation, but close.  It does not help that the book is not chronological.  That means that even if you know your Bible history fairly well, you find yourself a bit confused in this book of figures, parables, sermons, and disordered historical events.
            So when I came across this little (just over 200 pages) book by this brother of excellent scholarly reputation, I was anxious to give it a try.  It has certainly delivered.  However, that does not mean this is an easy study.  What the author has done is make a study of Jeremiah as easy as it possibly can be. 
            Brother Mott divides Jeremiah into sections that are easily manageable by someone with limited time, sometimes one chapter more or less, sometimes two.  Each section in turn is divided into smaller sections.  My system went as follows.  I read the introduction to the entire section in the book.  Then I read the first small section in Jeremiah, usually four or five verses.  After that, I read brother Mott's comments on those few verses, plus any other verses he may have referred to.  I kept going in that manner through the section, then at the end, read the larger section one more time through.  The questions I had were largely answered and my confusion about the time-frame straightened out.
            But I am not finished with this book.  Now I want to go through the whole process again, this time with a spiral notebook, making notes as I go so I will have a handy reference of my own in the future.  After that I might even want to teach the women a whole class on Jeremiah.  That's how good this handy guide is.
            Thinking Through Jeremiah is published by DeWard Publishing.

Dene Ward

After two weeks of feeling absolutely horrible, I was beginning to recover.  I could sit up, I could read a book and understand the words, I was even a little hungry.  Then the phone rang, and I received the best medicine there is.  A sweet young man said, "I just wanted to see if you were feeling better, because you're da bomb, Grandma!" 
            I have never been called "da bomb."  Never in my life has anyone else considered me "da bomb."  So, coming from such an expert on the subject, I suddenly felt not a little better, but a whole lot better.  Grandchildren have a way of doing that to us, don't they?  In fact, I can think of only one other source of compliment that might feel any better.
            And the LORD said to Satan, “Have you considered my servant Job, that there is none like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man, who fears God and turns away from evil?”  (Job 1:8).
            The LORD said, “Shall I hide from Abraham what I am about to do, seeing that Abraham shall surely become a great and mighty nation, and all the nations of the earth shall be blessed in him? For I have chosen him, that he may command his children and his household after him to keep the way of the LORD by doing righteousness and justice, so that the LORD may bring to Abraham what he has promised him” (Gen 18:17-19).
            God complimented both Job and Abraham yet, as nearly as I can tell from reading these passages, neither of them knew anything about it.  Wouldn't it be uplifting to know that God had complimented you to someone?  Wouldn't it make you try even harder to please him?  I am sure it would have done the same to both Abraham and Job.  So why didn't God make sure they knew about it?
            I have a theory about this.  It's not that hard to know if God will compliment you or not.  The Word of God, which we hold in our hands, tells us exactly the sorts of things that please him, and somehow, long before it was written, Job and Abraham knew those things as well.
            Those of crooked heart are an abomination to the LORD, but those of blameless ways are his delight (Prov 11:20).
            His delight is not in the strength of the horse, nor his pleasure in the legs of a man, but the LORD takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his steadfast love (Ps 147:10-11).
            Thus says the LORD: “Let not the wise man boast in his wisdom, let not the mighty man boast in his might, let not the rich man boast in his riches, but let him who boasts boast in this, that he understands and knows me, that I am the LORD who practices steadfast love, justice, and righteousness in the earth. For in these things I delight," declares the LORD (Jer 9:23-24).
            Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God (Heb 13:16).
            I could multiply passages like these for pages and pages.  These are the things that "delight" God and "please" him.  If he were in a complimenting mood, the people who live this way would get a compliment on the same order as Job's and Abraham's.  Fear God, hope in him, trust him, truly know him by knowing his Word, live righteously and blamelessly, share with those less fortunate, and love everyone, even your enemies.  Do all those things, and anything else you can find in that Word, and God is giving you a compliment, whether you know it now or not.  Someday, you will hear it yourself.
            "Well done, good and faithful servant."
 
With what shall I come before the LORD, and bow myself before God on high? Shall I come before him with burnt offerings, with calves a year old? ​Will the LORD be pleased with thousands of rams, with ten thousands of rivers of oil? Shall I give my firstborn for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul? He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?  (Mic 6:6-8).
 
Dene Ward

For their seventh and fourth birthdays, which we celebrated together, we gave our grandsons scooters.  They were small scooters, starter scooters, I called them, about like a skateboard with a handle.  But they were thrilled.  If ever we got a gift right, we seem to have that time.  Before long they were zooming around like little speed demons.
            Of course, four year old Judah was not quite up to his older brother’s antics.  He tried his best to follow him in the same places, at the same speed, and usually wound up losing it on a curve.  Finally he stopped, turned down his little lip and said, “I can’t do it good.”
            Of course he could; he was doing just fine for his age.  He just couldn’t do what his big brother could.  While there isn’t much difference between forty-four and forty-seven, there is a lot of difference between four and seven.
            And too often that’s what we do.  We judge ourselves against people who are older, wiser, and more experienced.  I see this woman handling a life threatening illness like cancer and I can’t even handle the flu without getting grumpy and complaining.  One man sees another teach an outstanding class on Zechariah and he can’t even give a decent five-minute Wednesday night talk.  And both become so depressed they stop doing what they can do.
And if we aren’t careful, instead of gradually growing and learning how, we give up too.  Or we blame it on God for our lack of talent, or on our parents for not making us do our lessons as children, or for not taking us to church, or on the church for not using us as we “ought to be used,” regardless of what we can and cannot do.  Any of those is our handy alibi for sitting down and doing nothing.
            The day that Judah complained was a Sunday.  “Guess what?” I asked him. 
            His big blue eyes turned up to me as he said, “What?”
          “Tomorrow is Monday and Silas will be at school.  That means you can practice your scooter all day if you want to and before long, you will be as good as he is.  And by his age, maybe even better!”
           He gave me a lop-sided grin like he wasn’t sure about that.  “Really?” he asked.
           “Really!”  I said.  And he hasn’t given up.  He knows he needs to work at it, but he also knows that he will get better.  He already has.
           And that’s what we need to remember.  Plus this: God doesn’t compare us to brother or sister Whozit.  He knows what we can and cannot do.  He is the one who decides what we are capable of—not us!  And if we keep on trying, we will “do it good,” good enough to please a gracious Father.
 
So put away all malice and all deceit and hypocrisy and envy and all slander. Like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up into salvation— if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good. (1Pet 2:1-3)
           

Today's post is by guest writer Keith Ward.

Christianity seems to have become a way to be happy.  Having marital problems?  Become a Christian and go to church and you will smile your way to wedded bliss.  Financial problems? Just join and be happy.  Health issues?  Join the right church and do the right worship and get on the prayer list and amaze the doctors at your instant cure.  Certainly, the above is a simplistic view of what much of our preaching and outreach has become but no one can deny that we have a huge problem.  The most common retort about one’s lifestyle may be “Judge not that you be not judged,” but close behind it is, “God would want me to be happy.”

It has been said often, “God does not care whether you are happy, he wants you to be saved.”  However, the problem seems not to diminish.  When faithful attenders (note that I did not say, “Christians”) find it a challenge to spend more prayer time than screen time, more Bible study time than game playing time, more money to church, preachers and poor than to our recreation, the matter has moved beyond a problem into a crisis.

We need not be in pain to be servants, but surely the easy measure of attendance on cushioned pews is not even on the bottom of the scale of servanthood.  Look at those who were written for our learning:

Abraham wandered homeless for 100 years and wondered for a quarter century when God would fulfill His promise.

David had one slip in an exemplary life and never had a moment’s peace thereafter.

Jeremiah probably never had one happy day in his life after he accepted God’s commission to be a prophet and was kidnapped to die in a foreign land after the horror of watching his predictions fulfilled.  Feel his pain by reading LAMENT-ations.  Also, read his curse on his own life and wish to never have been born (Jer 20:7-18).

Jeremiah’s scribe Baruch wished for something for himself for all that he suffered alongside Jeremiah.  God replied that He would give Baruch his life (Jer 45, only 5 verses)

Hosea was told to marry an idolatress (i.e. non-Christian).  The outcome of that was her predictable adultery.  His misery allowed Hosea to write eloquently of God’s misery at the apostasy of Israel.

Paul wrote of thorns in the flesh and sufferings and that was before his Roman imprisonment and shipwreck (2Cor 11:23-28).  James was beheaded.  Stephen stoned.  Unknown numbers of families were driven from their homes by Saul.  (Acts 12, 7, 8).

These all found Joy in serving God, but happiness was a foreigner in a faraway land.

Meanwhile, many who consider themselves faithful Christians can discuss some near-pornographic vengeance-filled movie or TV series with their co-workers and friends.  They consider it sacrifice to attend and deserving of extra credit to devote time to prayer and reading – scriptures, not best sellers.

It is a measure of the weakness of the faith of the many that I explained what to read.  “No,” one replies, “It is a measure of your attitude.”  It is not my attitude that most churches are declining, teachers cannot be found, members get ruffled at the slightest reproof and no one presses the “or perish” that goes with “Repent.”

We sing “The Servant Song” wherein we offer God a blank check to use our lives as He will.  Then we sissy out when we run into unhappiness.
 
What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who is against us? He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not also with him freely give us all things? Who shall lay anything to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifies; who is he that condemns? It is Christ Jesus that died, yea rather, that was raised from the dead, who is at the right hand of God, who also makes intercession for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? … we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that nothing … shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

The part our mind refuses to see:
(1)  shall tribulation, or anguish, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? Even as it is written, For your sake we are killed all the day long; We were accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in all these things...
(2)  neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature...

Keith Ward

It’s spring and that means the tarps that have been protecting things for several months need to be laid out to dry, folded, and put up.  It’s spring and the plastic sheeting needs to be set up over the small, early, garden plot because we will have another frost or two.  It’s spring and that means the breezes are blowing and nothing will stay where you put it for any length of time at all.
            In late February Keith was out in the field laying out the tarps and plastic to dry in the sun, and trying to weigh down the corners with buckets and tools and anything else that came to hand.  He had managed three or four all by himself before dinner, and then I walked out with him afterward to see the freshly tilled garden and the early plot he had set out.  He bent to secure one corner of plastic just as the breeze increased and blew it right out of his hand.  I leaned down to help on my end only to have it, too, blown from my grasp.  He got hold of his corner as I chased mine around in a circle.  Finally we each had a corner and bent to secure them with handfuls of moisture-heavy garden dirt, only to have a particularly strong gust blow it free yet again.
            Three or four tries later we had the early plot covered and secured, the plastic stretched over a line three feet off the ground that ran down the middle to make a small greenhouse of sorts.  We were clothes-pinning the center where the “door” of our teepee met on either end.  Even that took a few tries followed by pinched faces and hunched shoulders waiting for the breeze to once again undo it all.  It held!
            “Whew!” he exclaimed.  “This kind takes prayer and fasting.” I looked at him with a rueful smile, and wondered how many prayers he must have prayed before I got there to help.
            You know, of course, that he was referring to Matt 17:21.  The disciples could not cast a demon out of a boy, but Jesus could.  For their lack of faith they received a stern rebuke, yet Jesus added that it was a particularly difficult demon to cast out.  Sometimes you will have to work harder than others, he seemed to mean by his comment about prayer and fasting.
            And occasionally overcoming a temptation is more difficult than at other times.  Sometimes it’s the circumstances.  If you are tired, or in pain, or grieving, or in any number of other situations, you may have a more difficult time passing the test.  Sometimes it’s the test itself.  Some things bother us more than others, pushing the buttons that most easily cause a reaction.  Sometimes it’s the “help.”  How many times has someone offered the advice to “calm down,” only to have that very advice cause the opposite reaction in spades?
            But notice this about that narrative in the gospels:  Jesus still expected those disciples to have mastered the demon and tossed it out.  Yes, it’s a hard one, he said, but you could have done it if you had enough faith.
            And so can we, if we are in the correct frame of mind.  There is always a way of escape.  It is never more than we can handle.  It doesn’t matter what the test is, what the circumstances are, or how many well- or even ill-meaning people get in the way. So here are a few suggestions that might help all of us.
            Know your hot buttons and avoid them.  How many times do the Proverbs call people fools who go blundering about their lives without even a thought where they might be headed?  How many other times are the “fools” the ones who go to difficult places with the arrogant notion they won’t be trapped like everyone else?
            If you cannot avoid these difficult situations, then prepare yourself before you get there.  If that means looking at yourself in the mirror and giving yourself a good talking to before you leave the house, then do it.  If it means praying before you leave—always a good idea—do it. 
            Then, don’t forget what you did the minute the door shuts behind you.  Nothing changes because your surroundings did.  If it means quoting scripture all the way through the situation itself, or singing hymns, do it.  Do whatever it takes.
            Don’t blame your failure on anyone else.  “I was doing fine until you came along and…” won’t change the bottom line.  You blew it.
            Do not give yourself an out of any kind.  “He deserved it [my tirade],” would cause you a lot of pain if it were said of you and God followed through on it—we all “deserve it” whatever “it” we might be talking about.  Don’t feel sorry for yourself because it was “hard.”  Do not ever excuse yourself if you failed.  You will never improve if you do.
          Know yourself.  Know what might take “prayer and fasting” to overcome.  God expects it of you, just as He did those apostles.  He expects you to succeed.  And you can.
 
Save yourself like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter, like a bird from the hand of the fowler. Prov 6:5
 
Dene Ward

Last fall I saw an article which asked, "How many pounds are you planning to gain over the holidays?"
            "What?" I thought.  I wasn't "planning" to gain any, but I knew I surely would because I always do, usually 8-10 pounds, which I then spend January and February trying to take off.
            But then I thought about the point, which I am not sure the author of this article was actually trying to make, but which occurred to me almost instantly.  If you are not planning how to keep the weight off, you might as well plan to gain it, especially after a certain age.  There must be a preventive plan in place to keep that from happening.
            So let me ask this:  How much are you planning to sin this week?  I see your reaction was the same as mine to that other question.  And once again, the point is, if you are not actively trying to avoid sin and even temptation, you will probably fall right into it sooner rather than later.  How do you avoid it?  Different things probably work best for different people.  For me it's prayer, study, meditation, and keeping myself busy with the Lord's work, especially teaching, writing, and serving.  It's more difficult to fall into sin when you just spent an hour or two writing lessons on spiritual maturity.  Others might need other types of help.  You know yourself best.  It's just being honest with yourself that becomes the problem.
            As far as the holidays go, we made a plan.  When I made the usual holiday goodies, I took them somewhere else and left them there rather than bringing home the leftovers.  That way my children and grandchildren still got what they love without too much harm to us.  And we only got "careless" about our eating on the actual holiday rather than the whole holiday season.  It cut my usual weight gain by less than half and it was gone before the end of January.  The plan made the difference.
            So make your plans this week.  Not about your eating, but about avoiding sin.  You still might slip, but I bet you get further into the week with less error than ever before simply because you are more aware and thinking about it.  If you do slip, acknowledge it and repent right away, and begin again.
            How much do you plan to sin this week?  Tell yourself, "Not at all," and then do your best to make it happen.
 
Let not sin therefore reign in your mortal body, to make you obey its passions. Do not present your members to sin as instruments for unrighteousness, but present yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life, and your members to God as instruments for righteousness. For sin will have no dominion over you, since you are not under law but under grace (Rom 6:12-14).
 
Dene Ward
 

Yesterday we spent a few moments looking at our obligations to civil government according to the New Testament.  Do those obligations change if we are being persecuted?  What examples do we have about our actions then?
           
1.  Quiet compliance when the laws are not opposed to God's Word.
          After this Paul left Athens and went to Corinth. And he found a Jew named Aquila, a native of Pontus, recently come from Italy with his wife Priscilla, because Claudius had commanded all the Jews to leave Rome. And he went to see them (Acts 18:1-2).
            Aquila and Priscilla were told to leave Rome simply because they were of the Jewish race.  What did they do?  They left Rome.  I am not sure what difficulties it might have caused them, what hardships they suffered because of the ouster.  But that law was not against the Law of God so they did as they were told.
           
2.  Prayers for safety.
          About that time Herod the king laid violent hands on some who belonged to the church. He killed James the brother of John with the sword, and when he saw that it pleased the Jews, he proceeded to arrest Peter also…When [the escaped Peter] realized this, he went to the house of Mary, the mother of John whose other name was Mark, where many were gathered together and were praying (Acts 12:1-3,12).
            If you are under threat for your faith, if you or a brother or sister have been arrested and put into danger, there is certainly nothing wrong with praying about it, or gathering with others and praying together.  It is not a lack of faith but a perfectly normal reaction.  What else should a Christian do in times of trouble but go to his Father and ask for help, for safety, for deliverance?
           
3.  Flight when possible
            When many days had passed, the Jews plotted to kill him, but their plot became known to Saul. They were watching the gates day and night in order to kill him, but his disciples took him by night and let him down through an opening in the wall, lowering him in a basket (Acts 9:23-25).
            There may come a time when we have to run, or when we have to hide.  I would say Paul's example, once again, shows us that is not a lack of faith but a very practical response.  We know of many such times in history where the early Christians had to do both of those things.
           
4.  Acceptance of circumstance and continuing the work.
            I want you to know, brothers, that what has happened to me has really served to advance the gospel, so that it has become known throughout the whole imperial guard and to all the rest that my imprisonment is for Christ. And most of the brothers, having become confident in the Lord by my imprisonment, are much more bold to speak the word without fear (Phil 1:12-14).
            Paul eventually reached the point that he could no longer run.  He was arrested and lived under guard.  What did he do?  Sit there and cry about it?  Ask God, Why me when I have been doing such a good work?  No, he just kept working in whatever capacity he could, and trusted God to "give the increase."  He knew that to stop preaching would have made the enemy the winner.  I know of a brother in another country who, even now, while imprisoned because of his faith, is still preaching and converting souls.
           
          This certainly may not answer every circumstance that might come along, but I hope it will help you think about these things, things that could very well matter in a few years.  I pray not, but it's not looking good out there, people.  Be prepared and know what you need to do to remain faithful.
 
Remember Jesus Christ, risen from the dead, the offspring of David, as preached in my gospel, for which I am suffering, bound with chains as a criminal. But the word of God is not bound! (2Tim 2:8-9).
 
Dene Ward