Remembering Jon Ogle

         
      This week upon hearing of Brother Jon's passing several thoughts filled my mind. He loved the Lord with all his heart. He took every opportunity to share the gospel even having a monthly prison ministry at Connors Correction Center. 

Brother Jon enjoying the 125th Anniversary of the church

      He loved the people of his church body. Brother Jon connected with each person by fixing his eyes on them as though they were the only person within his sphere of sight at the time that person was speaking to him. This was apparent following Grandma Gladys Smith's dibiliatating stroke which took her speech. Brother Jon regularly came to visit her bedside and pray with her, to our astonishment she spoke briefly each time. She loved him because he preached God Word as though it might be last opportunity for someone to respond to Jesus. Brother Jon shared her intense desire to see everyone come to a life-altering relationship with Jesus.

      Brother Jon's eyes spoke volumes conveying intensity in the pulpit about life and death decisions. His eyes sparkled at a good happening in one of his parishioner's life. They could "turn on a dime" as to what they conveyed. I was told once at Falls Creek, he was confronted by the alarmed female campers and counselors concerning a large rodent spotted. His eyes conveyed a nonchalantness when he measured on one hand with his forefinger and thumb as he said, "It was only this big..." and as his eyes took on a mischievous look concluded, "between the eyes!"

     His quick wit and desire to interject humor as much as possible were often near the surface of his interactions with fellow church members and community residents alike. This characteristic gave Brother Jon an inroad with almost anyone because he easily made most people feel comfortable, as someone said, "whether saint or sinner."

    Frequently, as believers we quote Paul's words from Philippians 1:21 when he declared "For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain." Yet I am impacted by Eugene Peterson's paraphrase called The Message he wrote for the young believers in his congregation. Here is his restatement of this powerful verse: Alive, I'm Christ's messenger; dead, I'm His prize. Life versus even more life! I can't lose. 

    As we grieve Brother Jon Ogle's death may we determine by the power of the Holy Spirit within us to carry on his life work of being a messenger of Jesus telling all who have ears to hear what He can do in any life yielded completely to Him. May we find comfort that Brother Jon is more alive than he has ever been and is rejoicing in the presence of the One he loved and served faithfully while here on earth.

Other Blog Posts About Brother Jon Ogle:

https://bernadeanjgates.blogspot.com/2019/02/the-coyote-and-rabbit.html

https://bernadeanjgates.blogspot.com/2020/04/he-had-only-one-topic.html

https://bernadeanjgates.blogspot.com/2022/11/down-memory-lane.html      

Trials, Neighbors, and a Little Lantern

                 Jesus promised in His quote from John 16:33, In the world, you will have tribulation (trouble)…and James, the half-brother of Jesus even wrote in his letter, Count it all joy when you fall into various trials. These principles I have in my mind and heart but this events of this past Thursday, I must admit jolted me a bit. After getting one of the three bales out in preparation for the possible inclement weather, the red battery warning light suddenly glared back at me in the cab of Mother’s Ford F-350.

                Thankfully, I quickly called Joe, one of my favorite and most trusted mechanics. Joe stood out in my mind as an elementary student whose inquisitive mind spurred him to learn as much as he could about so many topics. He diagnosed the possible culprit triggering the warning light as a malfunctioning diode of the alternator.

                Praying, Well, God, You are requiring me to rely on friends who have offered to help Mother and me at anytime, so I called my dear friend and neighbor, Vonda Goad, explained the dilemma of the warning light and needing to feed Mother’s little herd. She assured me Greg, her husband, would be glad to help. When Greg arrived, he suggested, “Let’s just get it over to Fairfax.” Once we got the pickup to Joe’s shop in Fairfax, Greg came back and put out the last two bales plus fed the cattle.

Mother and Vonda, both of them shared "Smith" 
as their maiden name.

                On Friday, Vonda willingly ran errands for me and told me to let her know whenever the pickup was ready to be picked up. Joe texted late in the day to notify Mother’s F-350 no longer had the red battery warning light on, had a new alternator, plenty of transmission fluid, and was ready to be picked up. As I notified Vonda, I heard Greg in the background, “Tell him we’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

                Vonda drove Mother’s feed truck home with Greg following her. As I walked to open the gate so she could drive the repaired truck into the driveway, my little LED lantern illuminated my way.

                              After I thanked Vonda and Greg and parked the pickup, I thought more about the little LED lantern (shown at left) while walking back to the house. A well-known verse from Psalm 119:105 came to mind. Its words ran through my mind, Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.

                The lamp mentioned in the longest psalm in the Bible reminded me of the little LED lantern. It lit the ground right where my feet walked. How often on Thursday and Friday did I just see God’s leading to make the next decision.

                I also had a small flashlight in my pocket when I went to open the gate for Vonda. Had I wanted the driveway lit as I approached the gate, I could have whipped out the flashlight and seen a bit farther just as the psalmist wrote the word of God lights the reader’s path.

                Reflecting on the two days of this past week, I am reminded our trials are allowed to cause us to rely foremost on the Lord and His plan. So many times, I have learned to accept the help of others. I tried not to stew and fret over getting things done before the frigid weather blew in. As my sister pointed out to me on Saturday, “You got everything done.”

                Just as God led me throughout the week, so He will lead us daily, moment by moment, to fulfill His plan for us. I pray daily for wisdom to follow His lamp and His light as I read God’s Word and seek to obey each day.

Maskie Almost Perfect But...

                  One morning Maskie, the black and white long-haired maturing kitten, seemed to have an injured paw, so we began keeping him up at night to recover. After observing the aggressive stray tom cat continuing to “roll” Maskie, we began allowing Maskie onto the screened-in back porch while T. Tommy, the aggressive, but people-friendly tom cat, roamed around especially at night. Due to the royal treatment, much like Bob, the famed Manx cat* of a few years back, Maskie was dubbed “the little prince of Belford.”

             Maskie is a sweet cat and has been so trainable (Angie, my sister and cat lover, taught him to jump on command onto the cattle pellet barrels when post surgical lifting protocol prevented me from picking him up. This allowed him to still get the attention he loved.) Maskie understands the command “no” and will respond to it almost every time when I want him to stay outside or if he needs to stay on the porch for his protection from T. Tommy.**

Maskie and me after I fed cattle.

          If he has a fault, it is his possessiveness of his family’s affection. We have seven other cats on the farm. All can usually be petted by Angie and me. If Maskie observes any other cat getting attention, he scurries over and without fighting or hissing interposes himself between the other cat and Angie or me. He can’t abide with another cat receiving kind touches from us unless he is a recipient, too.

          In human behavior, we identify that as jealousy. King Saul in the Old Testament book of I Samuel exhibited this toward youthful David. Following David’s triumph over Goliath, the menacing giant, Saul heard the women of Israel sing Saul has slain his thousands, and David his ten thousands during the victory parade. I Samuel 18:8-9 says Then Saul was very angry, and the saying displeased him…So Saul eyed David from that day forward. Saul hunted David as a predator would stalk a prey, making it his primary aim in life until Saul committed suicide.

          The early church experienced envy over perceiving notoriety received because of contributions which led two  to attempt to lie to the Holy Spirit. Barnabas, an early church leader, sold land and brought the money to give for funding the ministries of the newly formed church. The couple named Ananias and Sapphira sold a possession and conspired to withhold a portion of the sale but to lead the church body in believing they were giving the total sum of their proceeds. Ananias arrived first with only the amount they had decided to contribute. Peter, one of the church leaders, confronted Ananias,

While it remained unsold, did it not remain your own? And after it was sold, was it not at your disposal? Why is it that you have contrived this deed in your heart? You have not lied to man but to God.”  Acts 5:4

          Immediately after both Ananias and his wife lied in separate incidences, they fell dead. The holiness of God had been breached and totally ignored to instead uplift their contrived generosity. Their sin of jealousy and desire to be recognized trampled their commitment to Jesus.

          May we simply live our lives in submission to Him as we daily look into His word and walk in obedience to what we read. He will empower us to do His will for His glory.

          We must remember it is not that God wants no recognition given to His children, but He wants it in His timing and in accordance with His will. Peter gave God’s command in his first letter, chapter 5, verse 6, Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time. The Lord always has the best plan.

To read more about Bob, the manx cat, go to:

https://bernadeanjgates.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-orphan-kittens-almost-90-days-old.html

https://bernadeanjgates.blogspot.com/2014/11/advice-from-bob-for-successful-season.html

To read more about T. Tommy go to:

https://bernadeanjgates.blogspot.com/2019/09/the-photobomb-on-farm.html