Dear Family and Friends,
Before you read this blog, I encourage you to read the post entitled "Revelation 7:9" here: http://ronblough.blogspot.com/ (The live link is on the sidebar.)
Our time in Japan was truly awesome. We were very much humbled at everyone's display of love, hospitality, and generosity. We rejoiced over the young men who are now pastors of fine churches and the Christians who are continuing faithful in the Lord. People kept introducing themselves as our (spiritual) grandchildren. We were treated like royalty. Ron preached 13 or 14 times in six different churches in a 22 day period. Vicky and I got to speak at ladies' meetings and give our testimonies at church gatherings.
We had to keep reminding the people that it wasn't because of us--God had chosen them from before the beginning of the world. He would have saved them without us. But we are humbled that He allowed us to be His instruments. Anything that is accomplished in the kingdom is totally attributable to God's grace and His good pleasure. We are merely His earthen vessels carrying the treasure of the Gospel "that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us" 2 Corinthians 4:7.
Hokkaido pastors Kiyokazu Honbo, Katsutoshi Kamidate, and Toyoharu Kamidate had often expressed their hope that sometime we could come visit their churches. They got together and arranged and financed the trip through the sacrificial gifts of their people. We were also privileged to visit Mino Mission in Yokkaichi, which also sacrificially gave to us. A special blessing was to have evangelistic meetings with Pastor Nakajima who had been led to the Lord and mentored by Pastor Honbo. Pastor Kamidate escorted us around Hokkaido stopping to meet missionaries in various cities. We admire their faithfulness and zeal.
The trip fulfilled the goal of these Japanese pastors--that we would be encouraged. That we were. I cannot express the overwhelming gratitude and satisfaction we experienced. We know that anything that was accomplished through our Japan ministry was solely the Lord's doings. "Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory, for thy mercy, and for thy truth's sake" Psalm 115:1.
Our ministry in Japan was at the Lord's bidding, at His time, to be used as He saw fit. We know that He could have used any other means for anything that was accomplished. "So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase...We are labourers together with God..." I Cor. 3:7, 9. There were those who sowed the seed and those who nurtured the sprouts, and at very stage--nothing but God's grace!
We left Japan with our bags bulging with thoughtful gifts and our hearts bursting, not only with praise and gratitude, but also with a renewed burden and determination to be more faithful in prayer.
Vicky was the photographer on our trip. She took most of the photos in the albums I have posted. We trust that viewing these photos will give you a burden to pray with us for the the furtherance of God's kingdom through the ministries of these missionaries and Japanese pastors.
A debtor to His marvelous grace,
Mom/Marlene
You can view our photo albums here: http://picasaweb.google.com/mblough99829/ (The Live link is on the sidebar.)
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
The Blough Family Annual Caribou Hunt
Dear Children,
Today (April 2, 2010) we received in the mail, the Heritage Newsletter from Conemaugh Township Area Historical Society in Pennsylvania. The front page article was about our family caribou hunt. After hearing about our family adventures and fun, the editor asked Dad to write an article about the hunt. He likes to feature stories about hometown people.
Here is the article:
EDITOR NOTE: Ron Blough was born in Woodstown and attended Jerome Grade School and graduated from Conemaugh Twp. High School in 1951. He worked briefly at Bethlehem Steel and then entered the Marine Corps. After discharge in 1955 he went to Bob Jones University where he met his future wife, Marlene Bingham from Denver, Colorado. They both graduated from Bob Jones University in 1959. Together they have raised nine children and have traveled extensively as missionaries/pastors--17 years in Japan, 9 years in New Hampshire, and in 1986 they moved to Alaska where Ron has continued his missionary/pastor duties. They currently live in Hoonah, a quaint, little native village on the island. They are the first to say they have had a marvelous and blessed life. We would add to that--a very interesting life. THANK YOU, RON AND MARLENE,FOR SHARING THIS LATEST ADVENTURE.
Four Wheelers Lined Up Ready To Leave Camp
THE BLOUGH FAMILY ANNUAL CARIBOU HUNT
About twenty years ago three of my boys and I decided to go on a caribou hunt. Because we couldn’t afford to charter a plane to hunt places inaccessible by road, we drove about 500 miles from our home on the Kenai Peninsula. Our destination was the Taylor Highway that runs along the Alaskan side of the Yukon River in the Yukon Territory near where the Gold Rush took place in the 1890’s. We pulled a trailer with two three-wheeled ATVs on the back. The hunt always begins on August 10th and we were too late to see anything but gut piles.
Nearly every year since then we have made the trip and almost always have come back with our tags filled. After several years we graduated to four-wheeled ATVs. We always drive to the small village of Chicken named by gold miners and trappers who wanted to name it "Ptarmigan" but didn’t know how to spell it. There we unload our ATVs and drive at least twenty-five miles up into the mountains. We have driven almost twice that far when we have been unable to find caribou. Because they are nomadic and are on their way to the Yukon, we are never sure just where they will be. There are no trees, so you can see for miles.
On my first trip I woke up at 4 a.m. when I heard a shot. (When hunting in Alaska there are no time restrictions, but you are not allowed to use artificial lighting.) I stepped outside my tent and shot a nice bull at 100 yards. As I was quartering it out, I heard something behind me and there were six bulls, all bigger than the one I shot, watching me. It hasn't always been that easy! Since then I have shot several outside my tent while still in my underwear. A few years ago my kids gave me camo long johns!
For a period of time the hunt was shut down to ATVs because the herd was dwindling. Wolves and grizzly bears were killing about 90% of the newborn calves. Alaska Fish and Game began to sterilize the alpha male wolves and gave a bounty to trappers who caught them. The herd grew from about 20,000 to about 45,000 today.
There are many much larger herds but are unreachable by road. Now we are allowed to shoot two grizzly bears without a permit while hunting the Fortymile Herd, named for the Fortymile River, which flows through that area. We can shoot either bulls or cows; non-residents may shoot cows only. It is not always easy to tell the difference, because both have antlers. Hunters leaving camp must report to Fish and Game, and after 500 caribou have been harvested, a plane flies over the camps and drops a stone with a note attached saying the hunt is closed.
After the years we weren’t allowed to hunt, son Judson and I resumed the hunt. In 1995 we were packed to go when we got a call that our daughter Vicky’s husband had sustained a fatal injury when a horse kicked him. They were on a church building mission at Pinedale, Wyoming, with their three children, the youngest, 2 ½-month-old Joanna. We didn’t go that year, of course, but the next year we invited our widowed daughter to go with us--excellent idea! She is an excellent cook! Judson and I had always “made do” with ramen and our catch of grayling. We have gladly taken her with us ever since.
Soon other family members joined us, and our camp often grew to twenty or more. Vicky’s three children began to accompany us as they got older. Last year her 14-year-old Joanna got her first caribou. Grandchildren as young as eight have filled their tags. (Hunters under 16 and over 59 are exempt from buying a license.) In 2007 I talked Marlene into going. I got lots of squeezes as she rode with me over some pretty rugged trails on our 49th wedding anniversary! She shot her first caribou at 70 years of age.
We are now living on an island in Southeast Alaska, so the trip is not as simple as before. We take a ferry to Juneau, our capital, and then another ferry to the town of Haines on the mainland. From there we drive about 400 miles to Chicken.
To get Marlene to go again I bought a Honda "Big Red" side-by-side UTV. Her biggest draw was getting to meet our ten-month-old granddaughter for the first time. Five of our 9 children and 14 of our 29 grandchildren live in Alaska. Since we live 1,000 miles from some of our children in Alaska, the only time we see them is when we all get together on Chicken Ridge. On our last trip the weather was bad mixed with rain and snow, but it was worth it! Our daughter Bea shot a bear at 30 yards that was coming toward her and her four children.
Venison from our island (we are each allowed 6 blacktail deer) and caribou comprise almost all of our meat. That, with crab, salmon, halibut, and berries make up a lot of our diet.
We commit each hunting trip to the Lord and thank Him for the good times and protecting care over the years.
"O Lord, how manifold are Thy works! In wisdom Thou hast made them all: the earth is full of Thy riches” Psalm 104:24.
Note from Marlene:
On the hunting grounds we are very careful not to waste any of the meat. We put the quarters into game bags immediately and hang them up to cool. If the weather is warm, one of the party will take a trip into Tok (about 80 miles away) to refrigerate the meat taken early in the week. The hunters always have backpacks to pack the quarters back to camp. Ron and I stick close to camp, and the boys help us take care of the meat. They were good troopers when Ron shot one at 412 yards in a place the ATV couldn’t go. Their hike from the valley back up to the camp with the caribou was arduous!
When we arrive home the fun and work continue as we process the meat. We make burger and sausage with the trimmings. Most of the meat we freeze, but some we can. Caribou meat can be prepared and cooked the same as venison. It makes good jerky.
Cold weather vegetables grow well in Alaska. We’ve always enjoyed having a garden. The long days make up for the short growing season. Our greenhouse comes to the rescue for tomatoes.
Truly we are blessed with the bounty from God’s hand!
Photo credits go to Vicky Daniels. To see more go to:
http://picasaweb.google.com/mblough99829/NewAlbum42101043AM#
Today (April 2, 2010) we received in the mail, the Heritage Newsletter from Conemaugh Township Area Historical Society in Pennsylvania. The front page article was about our family caribou hunt. After hearing about our family adventures and fun, the editor asked Dad to write an article about the hunt. He likes to feature stories about hometown people.
Here is the article:
EDITOR NOTE: Ron Blough was born in Woodstown and attended Jerome Grade School and graduated from Conemaugh Twp. High School in 1951. He worked briefly at Bethlehem Steel and then entered the Marine Corps. After discharge in 1955 he went to Bob Jones University where he met his future wife, Marlene Bingham from Denver, Colorado. They both graduated from Bob Jones University in 1959. Together they have raised nine children and have traveled extensively as missionaries/pastors--17 years in Japan, 9 years in New Hampshire, and in 1986 they moved to Alaska where Ron has continued his missionary/pastor duties. They currently live in Hoonah, a quaint, little native village on the island. They are the first to say they have had a marvelous and blessed life. We would add to that--a very interesting life. THANK YOU, RON AND MARLENE,FOR SHARING THIS LATEST ADVENTURE.
Four Wheelers Lined Up Ready To Leave Camp
THE BLOUGH FAMILY ANNUAL CARIBOU HUNT
About twenty years ago three of my boys and I decided to go on a caribou hunt. Because we couldn’t afford to charter a plane to hunt places inaccessible by road, we drove about 500 miles from our home on the Kenai Peninsula. Our destination was the Taylor Highway that runs along the Alaskan side of the Yukon River in the Yukon Territory near where the Gold Rush took place in the 1890’s. We pulled a trailer with two three-wheeled ATVs on the back. The hunt always begins on August 10th and we were too late to see anything but gut piles.
Nearly every year since then we have made the trip and almost always have come back with our tags filled. After several years we graduated to four-wheeled ATVs. We always drive to the small village of Chicken named by gold miners and trappers who wanted to name it "Ptarmigan" but didn’t know how to spell it. There we unload our ATVs and drive at least twenty-five miles up into the mountains. We have driven almost twice that far when we have been unable to find caribou. Because they are nomadic and are on their way to the Yukon, we are never sure just where they will be. There are no trees, so you can see for miles.
On my first trip I woke up at 4 a.m. when I heard a shot. (When hunting in Alaska there are no time restrictions, but you are not allowed to use artificial lighting.) I stepped outside my tent and shot a nice bull at 100 yards. As I was quartering it out, I heard something behind me and there were six bulls, all bigger than the one I shot, watching me. It hasn't always been that easy! Since then I have shot several outside my tent while still in my underwear. A few years ago my kids gave me camo long johns!
For a period of time the hunt was shut down to ATVs because the herd was dwindling. Wolves and grizzly bears were killing about 90% of the newborn calves. Alaska Fish and Game began to sterilize the alpha male wolves and gave a bounty to trappers who caught them. The herd grew from about 20,000 to about 45,000 today.
There are many much larger herds but are unreachable by road. Now we are allowed to shoot two grizzly bears without a permit while hunting the Fortymile Herd, named for the Fortymile River, which flows through that area. We can shoot either bulls or cows; non-residents may shoot cows only. It is not always easy to tell the difference, because both have antlers. Hunters leaving camp must report to Fish and Game, and after 500 caribou have been harvested, a plane flies over the camps and drops a stone with a note attached saying the hunt is closed.
After the years we weren’t allowed to hunt, son Judson and I resumed the hunt. In 1995 we were packed to go when we got a call that our daughter Vicky’s husband had sustained a fatal injury when a horse kicked him. They were on a church building mission at Pinedale, Wyoming, with their three children, the youngest, 2 ½-month-old Joanna. We didn’t go that year, of course, but the next year we invited our widowed daughter to go with us--excellent idea! She is an excellent cook! Judson and I had always “made do” with ramen and our catch of grayling. We have gladly taken her with us ever since.
Soon other family members joined us, and our camp often grew to twenty or more. Vicky’s three children began to accompany us as they got older. Last year her 14-year-old Joanna got her first caribou. Grandchildren as young as eight have filled their tags. (Hunters under 16 and over 59 are exempt from buying a license.) In 2007 I talked Marlene into going. I got lots of squeezes as she rode with me over some pretty rugged trails on our 49th wedding anniversary! She shot her first caribou at 70 years of age.
We are now living on an island in Southeast Alaska, so the trip is not as simple as before. We take a ferry to Juneau, our capital, and then another ferry to the town of Haines on the mainland. From there we drive about 400 miles to Chicken.
To get Marlene to go again I bought a Honda "Big Red" side-by-side UTV. Her biggest draw was getting to meet our ten-month-old granddaughter for the first time. Five of our 9 children and 14 of our 29 grandchildren live in Alaska. Since we live 1,000 miles from some of our children in Alaska, the only time we see them is when we all get together on Chicken Ridge. On our last trip the weather was bad mixed with rain and snow, but it was worth it! Our daughter Bea shot a bear at 30 yards that was coming toward her and her four children.
Venison from our island (we are each allowed 6 blacktail deer) and caribou comprise almost all of our meat. That, with crab, salmon, halibut, and berries make up a lot of our diet.
We commit each hunting trip to the Lord and thank Him for the good times and protecting care over the years.
"O Lord, how manifold are Thy works! In wisdom Thou hast made them all: the earth is full of Thy riches” Psalm 104:24.
Note from Marlene:
On the hunting grounds we are very careful not to waste any of the meat. We put the quarters into game bags immediately and hang them up to cool. If the weather is warm, one of the party will take a trip into Tok (about 80 miles away) to refrigerate the meat taken early in the week. The hunters always have backpacks to pack the quarters back to camp. Ron and I stick close to camp, and the boys help us take care of the meat. They were good troopers when Ron shot one at 412 yards in a place the ATV couldn’t go. Their hike from the valley back up to the camp with the caribou was arduous!
When we arrive home the fun and work continue as we process the meat. We make burger and sausage with the trimmings. Most of the meat we freeze, but some we can. Caribou meat can be prepared and cooked the same as venison. It makes good jerky.
Cold weather vegetables grow well in Alaska. We’ve always enjoyed having a garden. The long days make up for the short growing season. Our greenhouse comes to the rescue for tomatoes.
Truly we are blessed with the bounty from God’s hand!
Ron and Marlene with Vicky's Family
Home Sweet Home" For The Caribou Hunt
Caleb Helping Joanna Field Dress Her First Caribou
Judson and Maria's Aliya
One of The Challenging Muddy Sections of Trail
Photo credits go to Vicky Daniels. To see more go to:
http://picasaweb.google.com/mblough99829/NewAlbum42101043AM#
Friday, January 29, 2010
Family Newsletter
Dear Kids and Grandkids,
I'm putting our newsletter here so that our friends would have access to the pictures and news. We do praise the Lord for our many friends and are humbled at the faithfulness of so many that are faithful in praying for us. How blessed we are! The letter follows:
Greetings from Ron & Marlene in Hoonah, Alaska! January 2010
Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it. Ps. 127:1
Last May we moved from our rental to our “mansion on the hill.” We have a view of the harbor, the peaceful sea inlet, and beautiful snow-capped mountains. The sunrises and sunsets are too beautiful to be described. We have a fine view of an eagle’s nest below us and have watched the eaglets grow until time to fly away on their own.
We had looked at double-wide mobile homes and intended, along with our fisherman son and his wife, to each buy one and set them on sixty-foot pilings Cheyne had rescued from the harbor where they had been replaced by concrete. His lot is on the side of a mountain, so it was quite a task sinking the thirty-foot pilings (he cut them in half) down to bedrock. The double-wides were beautiful but so expensive to purchase and have barged up from the lower 48 that Cheyne decided to “stick” build a house himself. Before this he had never built anything bigger than a small storage shed. He is an excellent commercial fisherman, but I had serious doubts about this house-building venture on the side of a mountain.
He and Ronda, his perfect helpmate, made their own house plans. They did the bulk of the building, and Carey (our #2 son) who is living with us, did the dirt work and wiring, assisted them in hanging drywall, transported building supplies, and assisted in every aspect of the construction. Our grandchildren were a great help, also, especially 14-year-old Daulton. After about two years’ work in their off-season from fishing, we were able to move in.
We live on the top floor, which is level with the road. Cheyne’s family lives on the two floors beneath. We hold our church services in our large living room. I make sure the people have their backs to the four 4 ½ by 5-foot windows when I preach, or I wouldn’t be able to hold their attention. We are so thankful the Lord has given us this beautiful place to live in our old age.
We have fifteen to twenty who attend our services, but we have made very little progress in reaching the native population, which comprises about 75% of Hoonah. Spiritually it is a dark place. Many of their religious customs are similar to the Japanese. The suicide rate among the natives is staggering. Incest, drugs, and drunkenness are prevalent. I lean heavily on Romans 1:16: “I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to everyone that believeth: to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.” We are not interested in “decisions” or seeing people “accept Christ,” but in seeing the power of God work in the hearts of the people in this dark place.
We both enjoy good health at ages 76 and 72. We have been invited to visit and minister to some churches in Japan in September. Should the Lord tarry and spare us, we anticipate meeting the pastors who were saved in our Hokkaido ministry and our dear Japanese friends from forty years ago.
“Our hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus’ blood and righteousness, we dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly lean on Jesus name. On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.”
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all, Ron
Note from Marlene:
On our August caribou family hunting trip, we rejoiced to meet grandchild #28, 10 ½-month-old Aliya Grace, Judson and Maria’s baby girl. She and big brother Tucker make the sweetest pair! Between Bea and Steve's camp and our camp there were seventeen of our family plus two guests, Kyle Souza and Ryan Tyler. Bea got a bear and in our camp I was the only one who didn't bag a caribou.
Caleb and Abi were deckhands for Cheyne and Ronda last summer.
On a sad note, I miss my brother who died of cancer on September 22. I was so happy I got to spend a week-end with him and his wife at their home in Texas three weeks before.
Thank you for your prayer for the Roland family. Dr. Roland, father of Adam, Becky's husband, died July 30 less than seven months after having been diagnosed with cancer. We had been privileged to have had fellowship with this dear man of God when we were in Tucson in 2008. Adam’s September 2008 colon surgery had to be corrected at Mayo on January 5 this year. He is now recuperating. Adam and Becky welcomed #8 child, Evan James, on December 20. He is #29 grandchild for us.
I'm putting our newsletter here so that our friends would have access to the pictures and news. We do praise the Lord for our many friends and are humbled at the faithfulness of so many that are faithful in praying for us. How blessed we are! The letter follows:
Greetings from Ron & Marlene in Hoonah, Alaska! January 2010
Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it. Ps. 127:1
Last May we moved from our rental to our “mansion on the hill.” We have a view of the harbor, the peaceful sea inlet, and beautiful snow-capped mountains. The sunrises and sunsets are too beautiful to be described. We have a fine view of an eagle’s nest below us and have watched the eaglets grow until time to fly away on their own.
We had looked at double-wide mobile homes and intended, along with our fisherman son and his wife, to each buy one and set them on sixty-foot pilings Cheyne had rescued from the harbor where they had been replaced by concrete. His lot is on the side of a mountain, so it was quite a task sinking the thirty-foot pilings (he cut them in half) down to bedrock. The double-wides were beautiful but so expensive to purchase and have barged up from the lower 48 that Cheyne decided to “stick” build a house himself. Before this he had never built anything bigger than a small storage shed. He is an excellent commercial fisherman, but I had serious doubts about this house-building venture on the side of a mountain.
He and Ronda, his perfect helpmate, made their own house plans. They did the bulk of the building, and Carey (our #2 son) who is living with us, did the dirt work and wiring, assisted them in hanging drywall, transported building supplies, and assisted in every aspect of the construction. Our grandchildren were a great help, also, especially 14-year-old Daulton. After about two years’ work in their off-season from fishing, we were able to move in.
We live on the top floor, which is level with the road. Cheyne’s family lives on the two floors beneath. We hold our church services in our large living room. I make sure the people have their backs to the four 4 ½ by 5-foot windows when I preach, or I wouldn’t be able to hold their attention. We are so thankful the Lord has given us this beautiful place to live in our old age.
We have fifteen to twenty who attend our services, but we have made very little progress in reaching the native population, which comprises about 75% of Hoonah. Spiritually it is a dark place. Many of their religious customs are similar to the Japanese. The suicide rate among the natives is staggering. Incest, drugs, and drunkenness are prevalent. I lean heavily on Romans 1:16: “I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to everyone that believeth: to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.” We are not interested in “decisions” or seeing people “accept Christ,” but in seeing the power of God work in the hearts of the people in this dark place.
We both enjoy good health at ages 76 and 72. We have been invited to visit and minister to some churches in Japan in September. Should the Lord tarry and spare us, we anticipate meeting the pastors who were saved in our Hokkaido ministry and our dear Japanese friends from forty years ago.
“Our hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus’ blood and righteousness, we dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly lean on Jesus name. On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.”
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all, Ron
Note from Marlene:
On our August caribou family hunting trip, we rejoiced to meet grandchild #28, 10 ½-month-old Aliya Grace, Judson and Maria’s baby girl. She and big brother Tucker make the sweetest pair! Between Bea and Steve's camp and our camp there were seventeen of our family plus two guests, Kyle Souza and Ryan Tyler. Bea got a bear and in our camp I was the only one who didn't bag a caribou.
Caleb and Abi were deckhands for Cheyne and Ronda last summer.
On a sad note, I miss my brother who died of cancer on September 22. I was so happy I got to spend a week-end with him and his wife at their home in Texas three weeks before.
Thank you for your prayer for the Roland family. Dr. Roland, father of Adam, Becky's husband, died July 30 less than seven months after having been diagnosed with cancer. We had been privileged to have had fellowship with this dear man of God when we were in Tucson in 2008. Adam’s September 2008 colon surgery had to be corrected at Mayo on January 5 this year. He is now recuperating. Adam and Becky welcomed #8 child, Evan James, on December 20. He is #29 grandchild for us.
GOD IS ABLE
Dear Kids and Grandkids,
My musings of late have been about God's omnipotence. As we entered 2010 with all its uncertainties and heart burdens that we carry, I was challenged to dwell on what is certain. Everyday I look out our picture windows and behold the majesty of the One Who is omnipotent. The One Who is able.
I think of Abraham. God prefaced the command He gave him to walk before Him and be perfect with the statement, “I am the Almighty God.” What fear or trepidation can we servants have who serve the Almighty God?
In reverence we affirm with Job, “I know that thou canst do everything” Job 43:2.
By faith we believe what Gabriel assured the wondering Mary, “With God nothing shall be impossible” Luke 1:37.
“Yes, God does all His holy will” is the answer to “Can God do all things?” in the Children’s Catechism. Truly God is able to perform what He promises.
He is--
• Able to save to the uttermost those that come to Him—Heb. 7:25
• Able to deliver us-- Daniel 3:13
• Able to make all grace abound toward those who give—II Cor. 9:8
• Able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day—2 Tim. 1:12
• Able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think—Eph. 3:20
• Able to succour them that are tempted.—Heb. 2:18 (in that he himself hath suffered being tempted,)
• Able to keep you (us) from falling and to present you (us) faultless before the presence of his glory—Jude 24
What great promises to lay hold of! May we be like Abraham who staggered not at the promises of his Almighty God, our God, Who is able to do all His holy will.
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