Truth Compendium

Security of the One Who Trusts in the Lord. Psalm 91 1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, My God, in whom I trust!” 3 For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper And from the deadly pestilence. 4 He will cover you with His pinions, And under His wings you may seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark. 5 You will not be afraid of the terror by night, Or of the arrow that flies by day; 6 Of the pestilence that stalks in darkness, Or of the destruction that lays waste at noon. 7 A thousand may fall at your side And ten thousand at your right hand, But it shall not approach you. 8 You will only look on with your eyes And see the recompense of the wicked. 9 For you have made the Lord, my refuge, Even the Most High, your dwelling place. 10 No evil will befall you, Nor will any plague come near your tent. 11 Fo...

As a young child I remember being intrigued with the picture of the earth taken from space. I don’t remember the exact year, whether it was the year the astronauts orbited the earth or landed on the moon. What I do remember is the impression I had; if the universe is this big, and earth is this small, then I, being only 5 or 6 years old, must be smaller still. And if that is the case, then God must be really big, and what does He want with a small person like me?? I was a teeny-in-size "truth seeker"! I remember where I stood as I asked my Mom about this. It was in the hallway. I don’t remember exactly what my mother said, but it was something along the lines of “we are here to honor God, and bring Him glory.” My next childhood recollection is of a conversation I had with my sister on the stairs. Once again I don’t remember exactly what she said to me, or what I said in reply, but I do remember running down the stairs to tell my Mom I believed in Jesus. For someone who ...

I got my first pair of snowshoes when I was in highschool. I appreciated the ability to walk back into the woods, “off the beaten path”, and feel connected to nature, even when most of it was frozen or in hiding. Snow mobiles were too fast to my liking, making me numb with the cold. Skiing was too intimidating for me as well, making me fear broken bones. Cross country skiing was like being on a treadmill--going nowhere fast. Snowshoeing was safe, or so I thought.             We were vacationing recently in Leadville, Colorado.   The altitude was high, about 10,500’, and the snow this year was deep; if the snow hadn’t been walked on, it went up over my knees, even with snowshoes on. Sometimes it went up to my thigh! I got stuck a few times, so I decided not to try fresh snow again and waited until I found some groomed trails at the Cooper Mountain skiing area. It was perfect. The rest of the family did downhill skiing. I was...