Globe Cups

Visiting my parents, our daughter Becky commented how much she liked their clear coffee cups in the shape of a globe with the world etched in white on each. At a later date, either when my dad was sick or after his death, Becky received the two cups as a gift. She felt honored to have something from her grandparents, something she liked.

Forward several years later. Becky’s friend Mike visited her and her family. Mike is a missionary to Africa. Becky served him coffee in one of the globe cups. He said that he really liked the cup. Becky thought to give the cups to him, but she struggled with her own desire to keep these cups, a gift she truly treasured. But after all, Mike was a friend and a missionary. She gave him the two cups.

Forward again. While shopping at a Good Will store, Becky spied clear globe cups on a shelf. Not two but four. She bought them with delight, thanking God for doubling the gift from her grandparents.2017-08-14 18.30.17



During the months of May through July I experienced two types of moving. Both physical in nature, but each had its own particulars. The first began surgically and hampered my usual movement. The second move meant more changes as we moved from one city to another, downsizing.

On May 5th I had posterior lumbar fusion to correct stenosis. The surgery went fine, placing two titanium rods in my back. The recuperation period is the longest of any surgery I’ve had, about one year before I can tell if I’ve gained back what I lost – a reduction in pain and an increase in movement. The main restriction is that I am not supposed to bend. I say “supposed to” since I’m not always obedient, nor have I been consistent with the prescribed leg exercises.

My only exercise now is walking and that with assistance, first with a walker, now with a cane. At my four-week check-up I received permission to drive and do stairs. Being able to move means that I learn how to depend on others to pick-up things I’ve dropped and to reach for items on lower shelves. And it seems that I’ve developed a good case of the dropsies, for whatever is placed in my hand I drop.

At the 12-week check-up I got a good report but still with restrictions.  I’m now assigned to physical therapy and to walk, walk, walk. I’m not anticipating a return to what I consider normal activity, but I want improvement in mobility. Not being able to bend has made me more dependent on others and that’s not easy.

The second move involved more people. Because of my surgery the preparation and progress of moving became more of directing traffic. Our retired son helped the most, coming twice to our home in Terre Haute. He not only packed, lifted boxes, and ran errands to get more supplies, but he also assisted with decisions. We had a running exchange of what could be discarded and what would be moved. He quoted the comic strip Lockhorns: “Can you say yes or no in less than 24 words?” I would explain who gave me something during what event. He cited that most everything we own had been given to us, making these decisions difficult but needful.

I chose movers by comparing three companies’ prices and methods. We settled on Two Men and a Truck from Indianapolis, and it amounted to four men and two trucks. They were super-efficient and fast. When they had loaded the trucks, ready to move, I had not finished packing the kitchen. Our pastor and his daughter helped with the transport so we didn’t have to drive. We ended up leaving kitchen items – pots and pans, pantry products, even refrigerated food – along with the DVD player. A couple came the next day to clean, surprised about the leftovers which our pastor and his wife delivered later.

The trucks arrived before our cars, and decisions again meant my directing traffic while others did the heavy work. We’re moved in but not settled. We are grateful for all the helpers, especially our family. It’s a house with three generations and we’ve named our apartment the East Wing. I’m thankful we did not all move the same day: we were the first to arrive; then our daughter and her husband three days later; and a week later our grandson and his wife arrived. While we miss our former home and friends, the arrangement is working; we’re family.

Necessary Oxygen

“Breathing is highly underrated,” said my friend Paul when once he had difficulty breathing – and while he was touring Jerusalem. I learned a lot about oxygen deprivation in 2010 when my husband was hospitalized for 24 days with Legionnaire’s Disease. Oxygen feeds every cell in our bodies. We think of the major organs – lungs, heart, brain – but our skin, eyes, muscles – every cell – need oxygen to grow and be healthy. Without this necessary oxygen, cells in our body get weak and over time lose their vitality.

While a neurologist may not agree, I believe that the onset of memory loss, dementia attributed to hardening of arteries, started with Bill’s oxygen deprivation. And while its downward progression is evident, the cause doesn’t matter in the scheme of things, the treatment and future prognosis. It’s a matter of fact. It gives me more appreciation for oxygen.

“Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house” (Matthew 5:15, NIV 2011).

Can you hear the little children in church choir singing, “This little light of mine. Put it under a bushel? No.” We know that the use of a lamp is to shed light, to shine the way in darkness.

Lamps in Jesus’ day used oil for its fuel source. Putting a lamp under a bushel basket or a bowl would snuff it out. The lamp needed oxygen in order to be effective, to burn brightly.

So if oxygen is needed for those ancient lamps to burn, and Jesus was teaching His disciples about burning brightly in a dark world, and oxygen is needed for every cell in our physical bodies, what would oxygen feed in the spiritual realm? Let’s examine a few.

As humans, our living can be divided into such areas as financial, physical, emotional, relational, familial, and spiritual. What is the oxygen in these areas? As Christians, the Holy Spirit’s indwelling affects every cell of our being. In finances, we need discernment about saving, giving, and buying. It’s not to be done by the world’s standards. Physically, we should be attentive to good health practices, taking care of ourselves for our own sake and others. How we expend our emotions is important, for we can harm ourselves or hurt others with the wrong attitude and reaction. Self-control is one fruit of the Spirit. We relate to people around us; we are not isolationists. We develop in community and the most important is family. Here we are our true selves, connect to our roots, and influence the future generation. In the spiritual realm the light of our witness will shine brightly if fueled by the Holy Spirit working in and through us.

So breathe deeply. Allow the Holy Spirit to fuel every cell of your being, giving praise for God’s abundant supply, how He designed our body and our whole being.

Glass Stories

I’m not sure what sparked this train, but a while ago I was thinking about drinking glasses. When I had the mumps as a child, my mother pampered me and let me use the blue Depression Glass set – small pitcher and glass on a tray. Somehow I broke the glass and have not been able to find a replacement. Many years later I found out all the Depression Glass I now have inherited is not what I thought. It’s actually the original glass that Depression Glass was designed after and placed in large laundry soap boxes. Not disappointed though, for I love the blue, green, and pink glass items I have.

Our second UMC appointment was in Lucedale, MS. We enjoyed visiting our members, learning their country ways. One summer afternoon Bill and I visited Joyce and sat outside while she went for a pitcher of cold water. She handed me a glass and filled it. I took my time drinking but noticed she was standing nearby and had not served Bill. She was waiting for me to finish so she could pour his drink into the same glass. Perhaps knowing that I grew up in the city will help you understand my surprise at this style of hospitality. Joyce became a dear friend, and even after we left that circuit, she would write a note in her Christmas card and include one or two dollars.

My mother’s father worked at the Crichton Ice and Fuel Company in Mobile, AL. Their slogan: “Keep cool in summer; warm in winter.” For advertisement the company distributed small drinking glasses etched with “Ice – Coal – Wood,” and we liked to read it thus: “ice cold wood.” These days we buy ice in bags for ice-chests; but in my grandfather’s day they sold blocks of ice for the ice box, the forerunner of the refrigerator (for you young readers). For perhaps ten years after my parents married, they owned an ice box and had ice delivered to the house. My mother must have thought having an electric refrigerator would dishonor her dad, even though he had died when she was a teenager. Anyway, those in our family who have one of those small glasses consider them a treasure.

Pastoral Prayer

“We dare to ask, O Lord, that Your Spirit fall afresh upon us with all His quickening powers; that He shed abroad our Savior’s love and kindle a flame of love in our cold hearts. Save us from offering to You only a form of worship without any real joy; deliver us from those secret sins and petty vices which keep us from knowing the peace that passes understanding and the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge; redeem us from those habits of body and mind which make it difficult for the fruits of the Spirit to grow in us; rescue us from the bondage of past sins and bad experiences which keeps us from living victoriously in present circumstances.” (William B. Coker, Sr., World Gospel Church, 4-18-1993)

Something to Chew On

Having been a teacher and professor, I had the privilege of challenging my students to think, even though some of them had little interest to do so. In my years as a pastor, the sermons I presented to our parishioners were intended to make them think. The Scriptures challenge us to use our minds, because faith rests on knowing and understanding what we believe.

In one of the greatest books in the Old Testament, Deuteronomy, the author challenges his readers to think in order to believe, a necessity for living out their faith in God. An example is in chapter 10, verses 12-13: And now, Israel, what does the Lord our God require of you, but to fear the Lord your God, to walk in all his ways, to love him, to serve the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul, and to keep the commandments and statutes of the Lord, which I am commanding you today for your good.

In the New Testament the Apostle Paul likewise challenged the Corinthians in his second letter to examine themselves to see whether they were in the faith: Test yourselves. Or do you not realize this about yourselves, that Jesus Christ is in you – unless indeed you fail to meet the test? (3:5).

We too need to test ourselves as these scriptures suggested centuries ago. Consider my questions:

  1. When did you make a personal decision about Jesus Christ?
  2. Do you have a rational and personal conviction about your commitment to Christ?
  3. Do you have faith in God, a certainty & confidence in all circumstances?
  4. What do you think your commitment to Christ means?
  5. What are your strongest spiritual desires?
  6. What is your participation in the body of Christ?
  7. What is your level of concern for others?
  8. What about the acid test – “Thy will be done”?                   W.B. Coker, Sr.


I read verses in my Bible and connect them with other verses. Something in Sunday’s sermon sparked my interest — that Satan sent Jesus to the cross. Yes, but there are connectors. John 13:2 & 27 confirm that “the devil had already prompted Judas… to betray Jesus” and “Satan entered into Judas.” But coupled with that is Jesus willingly giving Himself to the cross: “I lay down my life…I lay it down on My own” (John 10:15, 18). Jesus made His own decision to go to the cross. Satan could not make Jesus go to the cross without His permission. We know that Jesus holds all authority. It was proven during the temptation in the wilderness and in the Garden of Gethsemane. “Not My will, but Thine” was His prayer to the Father (Mark 14:36). Jesus allowed Satan to have his/His way. These ways are connected in the Father’s divine plan.