I spent twelve days at a camp outside of Hot Sulphur Springs, CO. This is “Troublesome Creek”, it was about 30 feet from my tent. It was just to the left of my tent if the willow bushes weren’t there you might see the creek in this picture. It was early spring while I was here, and everything that wasn’t green became green. Such as the cottonwoods and willow bushes. “Troublesome Creek” dumps into the “Colorado River” about fifty yards behind my tent. It is a beautiful place. Most days I could walk about a half mile up the Colorado and watch people in rubber rafts come through the rapids.
It was here that I talked to two young men who were amateur astronomers. They were both Americans but they had wives from Africa. One from Kenya and one from South Africa. They were very interesting to talk to. It was only natural to share with the them how “Haley’s Comet” is the harbinger of God’s time table. We spoke much of the stars.
It was also here that I talked to a family that lived really close to where I had lived on Acoma street in Denver. In fact, I most likely had knocked on his door thirty years earlier when I was doing door to door work around my home. But he had been a young man then it was before he was married, and his parents still lived there. It is a small world in the service of God.
I left here late on Friday, to spend Sabbath in Craig, CO. It was at this church when they asked me what I did, I told them I was a missionary, so they told me I was preaching. I preached on “Christ our Righteousness.” It is all I speak on anymore. I shared it with most of the people mentioned above. It is not our righteousness, but His. It is not our victory, but His. There is not enough room on this page nor time to write all the wonderful things God has done and Is doing.
I am reminded of the song: “The Love of God”
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made
And every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky
The love of God how rich and pure
How measureless and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saints and angles song.
My greatest joy in life is to see the Spirit of God touch another life, it is what I live for. The “joy of the Lord is my strength.”
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