Celebrating 40 Years

Ok... enough weather pictures for now.

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Rainbow Bible Ranch will be starting another season of camp in a couple of months. A repetition and tradition that has been taking place for 40 years.

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Each week before the rodeo, I ask God to bless the young people that are part of the competition along with their families, who are in attendance. I ask for safety for the riders as well as the livestock, especially our horses who prove over and over again to be such faithful partners in ministry and outreach. I pray that our competition be as such... "to not just beat the other guy, but rather in the nature that it brings out the best in each one of us". And I thank God, that we can be a horseback, doing what we love to do under the glorious blue Dakota Sky.

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Celebrating 40 years of ministry and outreach

FOR THE KIDS.... FOR THE KINGDOM.

BLINDED BY THE DARKNESS

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Eeeouch…

I hold back the grimace of pain as I walk through the dining room quietly making my way to the porch. Everyone is asleep and to let my expression of anguish be expressed too loudly would certainly not be appreciated by family members that are in the midst of deep sleep in the blackness of the night. As I pull my boots on I am reminded of the collision that my little toe had with the leg of the table. Walking blindly in the pitch black of midnight had taken its toll.

The other day, I talked with a friend of the failing eyesight of their dog. The once very capable canine that showed bravery in the face of trouble was now nonchalantly walking into walls. The pet’s owner tried not to laugh, but yet was amused at first by these actions. This old pooch was becoming blind and what was easily seen was now becoming fuzzy or not even seen due to failing eyesight. In the end, it was no longer amusing and became quite a concern.

Robin and Rachel tell of a time when they found themselves riding horseback a couple miles from home and the darkness of night had overtaken them. They were riding through the break believing they were heading to the proper gate. They had just given a loose rein to their horses, because they were not able to see and they giving their horses their head, they felt more at ease. Robin and Rachel tell of how their horses came to an abrupt stop. They sort of got after their horses cueing them to go ahead, but when they wouldn’t, Rachel dismounted and gingerly walked forward only to find that they were at the edge of a steep bank that dropped off abruptly.

I could continue telling of events when we have been essentially blind, not being able to see anything because of the darkness. One can find themselves in trouble especially when he does not acknowledge the shortcoming

We have been doing a study of the book of John. We just finished chapter nine, where we reviewed the account of Jesus healing the man that was blind and had been that way since he was born. In this situation, Jesus made a mud by mixing his saliva with the dust of the ground. That may sound a little grotesque, but in that day, saliva was often used as and eye ointment. Jesus proceeded to spread the mud on the blind man’s eyes and then He directed the handicapped gentleman to go and wash in a certain pool. Taking Jesus at his word he followed the directive, washed in the pool and he was miraculously healed if this lifelong infirmity which he had endured.

This caused quite a stir in the Synagogue. Jesus had healed this man on the Sabbath in the midst of a crowd of people that vehemently opposed not only his actions but who he claimed to be.

Now, I going to take issue with some longstanding statements. Many times we refer to these people as being religious and theologians. I say “Hogwash”. We read in the New Testament of what true religion is. Caring for the widows, orphans and less fortunate is the definition given. These people were certainly not religious, but rather they were enslaved into a system of their own selfish ignorance and making. And to consider them theologians… Theology is the “study of God”…. Hardly the case here. For their own heart had become their god.

We read in John nine that these people were spiritually blind. They were enslaved to the darkness based upon a decision to ignore Jesus… God Himself standing in front of them. As the blind man had to go in faith and wash in the pool to have his sight restored physically, so these Pharisees holed up in the synagogue had to harken to voice of God, to repent and realize a bright new world was available. But most chose to wallow in the dismal danger of the darkness. The good news is some were coming into the light and could say as the blind man… “All I know is that I once was blind but now I see.”

We would have thought that the man that endured blindness since the day he was born would be foolish if he chose to ignore Jesus. But many of us are doing that daily as we continue to walk in a way that is shrouded in darkness. Jesus said “I am the light of the world”

Darkness is a hazard, blindness can overwhelm…

What is your choice today?

FRIEND

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The sound of distant chimes is probably the best way to describe the melody that is played. When the ice starts going out on a river, the song may be loud and boisterous. Certainly many describe it as a roar; however, when around a pond or lake, there is a different song. Each morning there may be a new sheet of ice that reappeared when the night time lows fall below freezing and the daytime highs are attempting to vanquish the frozen, rock hard reminder of winter. I prefer the soft jingle, or perhaps one may say it is the “aquaorchestra” that is playing for the morning sun in the gentle breeze.

Oh, I am not claiming to have listened to this music for a lifetime, but I do remember when I started to lend an ear. I remember the spring well. And my friend helped me realize the beauty and freshness of the song. As we walked the shoreline, I must say that his fervor for life was helping me to overcome the enduring and nagging pain of death.

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His senses and exuberance for the song and setting amused me. I walked much slower than he; nevertheless, the melody awakened my spirit and the melancholy was replaced by an attitude of appreciation.

My reaction to the hushed rippling of the waves, with the exception of the ice song, never did come to the same level as his. My friend would literally chase the waves, racing the foam and the ice, seemingly desiring more than just the relaxing music. I laughed inside at first and then aloud, as he would nip at the next incoming wave, catching it in satisfaction and not being the least bothered that his face was all wet.

Shep was an amazing friend. Oh, did I not mention that my friend was a dog?

My mistake…

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Shep was a beautiful English Collie. He was an adult when we acquired him, but we did give him a name that was preferred by us.

Shep. Sort of an ordinary name for a dog, I realize. The name is not as common now as it once was. But for me at the time, it was the perfect name. We had another dog named Shep when I was a young boy. He was a Norwegian Elkhound (mostly). He was brown in color with the characteristic curly tail. I shared him with my brothers, Lyle and Lee. Oh, I suppose Dad and Mom enjoyed him as well and perhaps my sister did, too. But, I always figured he was sort of “us boys'” dog.

So this English Collie received the name Shep as well. But in those days of walking the water’s edge, it was sort of him and me. I know Lana liked him, but she was still in school, and I am sure my brothers would have liked him…
But Lyle and Lee were not available to walk that shoreline with me in those days.

Lyle and Lee had finished their walk on earth. And it was here at this body of water that they stepped into glory with Jesus, just a few years earlier.

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I cannot say that I was pondering that moment of death while I was listening to the song of the ice crystals. I do know that my life on this earth has never been the same. I also know the value of someone to walk with in the days following life altering events. I also know that it takes someone special to help one to hear the music as life goes on.

I am so grateful for Someone else that has walked with me continually through this life. Jesus has never let me down and I know that He has helped me be aware of His presence in each day and the hope of each new tomorrow.

My friend Shep continued to encourage not only me, but other family members as well. One day, a magazine salesman came to the ranch. He was the kind that would not take no for an answer. As he finally left in a certain amount of carelessness, his vehicle hit my friend. The salesperson never even stopped. Perhaps he did it out of innocence. I talked to my friend and assessed his situation…His leg and foot were crushed. It was not good. That would be my friend’s last day.

My heart was broken and I was angry. I never saw the salesperson again, which was probably for the best.

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Over the last days of spring thaw, I have been hearing the song that Shep and I so enjoyed, and I have been reminded of my Friend Who has always been with me when others slip away into eternity. Perhaps the melody of the ice crystals would blend well with the old hymn…

What a Friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.

The Hymn "What a Friend" written by Joseph Scriven.

TEAM EFFORT

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TEAM
EFFORT


This past Sunday, we were to head north to spend time with a congregation of friends in a small rural town on the plains of Dakota. That service was postponed due to weather. We look forward to rescheduling. These folks love the Lord and the testimony of this group of believers is known far and wide. Oh no… they are not “mega” in the sense of the word that we speak of churches today. But they are mega in their desire to serve the Lord in any way that He leads. RBR has made it a practice to not ask any group for financial support and all told there are just a handful of congregations that support financially on a regular basis. However, this group of Christ followers has chosen to join with us to advance the kingdom of Christ together. We have been encouraged numerous times by folks in this congregation to continue on and finish strong. What a joy it will be to share with them what God is doing at Rainbow Bible Ranch and also join together in fellowship. We know God is using this team effort to His glory.

We so appreciate each person that is part of the team of RBR. I want to thank you for your contribution to the ministry.

OPPORTUNITY

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The past week brought some great opportunities and privileges. This past Tuesday, I conducted a funeral service in honor of the life and memory of an elderly lady that lived a full nine plus decades on this earth. Her family has been friends for as long as I can remember. My heart is nearly overwhelmed when I am asked to be a part of a memorial service, especially when the deceased here has simply crossed over into the arms of Jesus. The realization and reality of eternal life through Christ is amazing.

On Friday, I spoke in a chapel service of a local school. Now this ranks high on my list of privileges. When you stand before a bunch of kids and you see those beaming faces and twinkling eyes and many of them know you from camp… well, it is quite an experience. As I have been doing for nearly 40 years, I tell the kids of numerous reasons why we would love to have them as guests at RBR this summer. I generally try to do more than a commercial though. I want to leave them with a biblical perspective on something that I have encountered in my walk with Christ. Yes, I look forward to seeing many of these kids at camp and yes, I generally leave with a little more spring in my step since their youthfulness is good for one’s soul.

For the Kids… For the Kingdom,


Annual Valentine Banquet - February 2019

DISHEARTENED BEYOND UNDERSTANDING

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You tell me how every single woman in the audience can stand to their feet and clap their hands when President Trump talks about the all time high of woman in the workforce, and the record number of woman in congress... but then when he addresses the sex trafficking, and the crime and drugs that illegal immigrants are bringing to our country they act like it's not even an issue. Or how about protecting the unborn? Do not even tell me that's a woman's right and her choice. These woman in congress do not care about these so called "rights" they claim to be "fighting" for. They care about themselves. Selfish, ignorant, prideful woman. They are not striving for leadership, they are fighting for power. They put others down, only to elevate themselves.

How have we become so cold and heartless? How have we become so divided and broken? How have we come so far from truth?

BLACK HILLS STOCK SHOW OUTREACH

A LOT OF SMILES FROM THE CREW AT RBR STEAK - N- CAKE