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Third Quarter 2001 Issue

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Table Of Contents

Bible: Let Us Read
Articles Page
Poem Page
Menfolks' Page
Housewives' / Mothers' Page
Children's Page
Science With The Bible
Scriptures And Quotes


May you all be blest this coming festival season and always.

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. Psalm 91:1

Bible:  Let Us Read:

Run The Race

As Yahweh's (the true God's) chosen people, we are called to run the true race. What is the true race? A true race can mean two different things: a nationality, or a race, such as running. I think the true race is a little bit of both. You see what Hitler got, when he decided that blond Germans were the true race, and Jews inferior. It made a horrible mess of hate. But that's not what the real true race is like at all.

Let's deal with nationality. As Yahshua's (Jesus's) servants, we should be of His Kingdom. In John 18:36, Yahshua clearly and boldly states, "My kingdom is not of this world: if My kingdom were of this world, then would my servants fight, that I should not be delivered to the Jews: but now is My kingdom not from hence." This indicates that Yahshua's kingdom is Heavenly, and one of peace. Yes, we should spiritual battles against principalities and evil, but physical fighting is uncalled for, with Yahshua's servants. Please read Romans 12:18-21.

Now, concerning running a race. Let's look up the following scriptures, about the race that we are to run.

1 Corinthians 9:24

Hebrews 12:1-3

Also, if we follow Yahshua's teachings, and serve Him in purity, He will guide and uphold us. See the following scriptures.

Psalm 27:10-14

Isaiah 46:4

Hebrews 13:5,6

Let us remember these scriptures. Let us be the race of Yahshua, heirs with Yahweh, and joint heirs with Yahshua, running the true race. (Romans 12:1-3) What is that true race for? THE GOAL OF HEAVEN! (Rev. 21,22)

May Yahweh richly bless you, in your walk of faith. Amen.




The following article was written by Rebekah J. Coover on 3 /2/ 2001. It is written to show the readers what an evil nation we "Americans" live in.

Seeing what an evil nation this is almost makes me ashamed to be called an "American." Perhaps that is why Yahshua, in His prayer to His heavenly Father said of His followers, "I have given them Thy Word; and the world hath hated them, because they are not of the world, even as I am not of the world. I pray not that Thou shouldest take them out of the world, but that Thou shouldest keep them from the evil. They are not of the world, even as I am not of the world. Sanctify them through Thy truth: Thy Word is truth." (Jn. 17:14-17)

Please read John 18:36, to confirm to you that this world is an evil place, not glorious in the sight of spiritual eyes.

Thank you

Sincerely, Rebekah Coover


O America; O America: evil nation that thou art, divided, and under Satan's power. You try to be independant of your Maker, and still call yourself Christian. You are detestable, O America.

You call in your road-workers, to make fine, paved roads, for your citizens. You call in the builders, to make elegant houses. You make automobiles, and you sell expensive raiment, for the body. You clothe yourself in nakedness, and shame.

O America, my country, but the grievance of my youth! Your sins are multiplied, in the midst of you. You have departed from the Living God, and you wallow in your sins, as a swine.

O America, why will you be so wicked? Look! Yahweh God created you, and you deny His very existence! How can you disown your Maker, like this?

O America, as great destruction came upon Tyrus, for her many sins, and upon many other nations, for their sins, your destruction is at hand, yea, even at hand, for the Almighty will judge you as fit for hell, if you do not change! O, the destruction that shall come upon your haughty heads, yet you persist in your evil, in spite of the cost. Evil nation that thou art! Why do you refuse to accept Yahweh?

You shall be broken down. In the day of thy calamity, you shall be no more, for thy sins are great and evil, provoking my God to anger. O America, thou wicked nation! Though now, you lift your head high, as you parade around in your sins, calamity shall quickly overtake you, and you shall have the ever-lasting death, ordained for sinners, by Yahweh Almighty.

Thus said Yahshua, Almighty God's Son: "And if a kingdom be divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand." (Mk. 3:24,25)

Thus you already have judgement pronounced on you, already, by the Son of Yahweh. Thou stubborn nation! Thy doom and calamity shall be great!

If you would turn to the true God, with all your heart, you could have hope of being saved, but thou art a stubborn nation, multiplying your sins, in the midst of yourself! O America, grievance of my youth! O, that thou wilt change, but thou art stubborn, and rebellious. O, your doom! Yahweh's wrath is upon you! I see no hope for you, my people.

"Nevertheless we, according to His promise, look for new heavens and a new earth, wherein dwelleth righteous." II Peter 3:13


Poem Page:

(Poem below submitted by Aunt Dorothy McCaffrey: "My Grandmother sent this to me. She used to go the the office, early, and type up prayers, poems, and nice sayings, to send......")
"I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day.
I had so much to accomplish, I didn't take time to pray.
The problems all tumbled about me, and heavier came each task:
I wondered why God didn't help me:
He answered, 'You didn't ask.'
I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, grey and bleak.
I wondered why God didn't help me: He answered, 'You didn't seek.'
I tried to come into God's presence.
I tried all the keys, at the lock.
God urgently and lovingly chided,
'My child, you didn't knock.'
But I got up early this morning,
And paused before entering the day.
I had so much to accomplish,
I had to take time to pray."

He was a thoughtful young man, in the fierce, hateful war.
Helping his nation win seemed not what he was there for.
He would not take up a gun, and he refused to fight.
When asked why he had come there, He gave an answer right:
"Friend, I was forced to do it."

The same young man was told by an officer, to steal.
Instead, he bore a whipping, which he surely could feel.
For he was truthful and honest, in all he did do.
His loyal, honest explanation was right and true:
"Yahshua would not do it."

That young man lived a life, missionizing for his Lord.
He lived with his Heavenly Father, in one accord.
He did all he could until his death, to win lost souls.
His answer for this came from a heart, willing and whole:
"Yahweh asked me to do it."

Evil pastors have trodden down
The vineyard of the Lord.
Ugly, profane language is found:
No more is there love's words.

One day, the voice of joy just rang,
But now it's confusion.
Awhile back, the people sang.
Now, the LORD, they have shunned.

The people once filled with joy,
Have been scattered afar.
Where once played godly girls and boys,
There's now an ugly mar.

Yahweh has raised a Righteous Branch,
From David's fam'ly line.
Joyful people may sing and dance,
Loosed from perverted minds.

Brother against brother: they have never learned how to forgive:
From preschool to college classes, they do not learn how to live.

They are taught to pay back in vengeance, for the other man's wrong.
But this way brings much sorrow, and it does not bring Yahweh's song.

Brother against brother, for they cannot seem to maintain peace.
And until Yahshua's coming, man's worthless wars will not cease.

Brother against brother: it bothers my peace-loving heart so,
That others who want to serve Yah, think this is the way to go.

And will there be a war between America and somewhere?
I look eagerly for the Day, when all will be sweet and fair.

Suppose there should be a war: would you be willing to fight?
Matthew 5 : 43 - 48
John 18 : 36

Yes, there is a place for wars, but they are not the place for Yahweh's chosen.

by Rebekah J. Coover age 12 - 9/12/01

How can war bring peace,
And how can war bring joy?
Dead our precious sons,
And dead our youthful boys.

How can war bring joy,
How can war bring sweet peace?
Fighting only makes,
The sorrows to increase.

Yahshua's command,
'Your great enemies love,":
Given by Yah's Son,
Who came down from above.

In the hateful war,
Stand our precious boys,
With their minds set firm,
And murderous guns poised.

And can war bring peace,
And can it bring us mirth?
There stand our young sons:
Purpose of their sweet birth?

When the righteous King,
Calls His dear chosen ones,
Will he accept those,
Who put to use the guns,

Those who did this thing,
Knowing it to be wrong,
For those who serve Yah,
And want life, ever long?


The Menfolk's Page:

"Husbands, love your wives, even as Yahshua also loved the church, and gave Himself for it; that He might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the Word, that He might present it to Himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish. So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself. For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as Yahshua the church: for we are members of His body, of His flesh, and of His bones. FOR THIS CAUSE SHALL A MAN LEAVE HIS FATHER AND MOTHER, AND SHALL BE JOINED UNTO HIS WIFE, AND THEY TWO SHALL BE ONE FLESH. This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Yahshua and the church. Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself...........And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord."

Ephesians 5:25-33a, 6:4

"Continue in prayer, and watch in the same with thanksgiving...Walk in wisdom toward them that are without, redeeming the time. Let your speech be alway with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man. Grace with you. Amen."

Colossians 4:2,5-6,18b

"Let brotherly love continue. Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for He hath said, I WILL NEVER LEAVE THEE, NOR FORSAKE THEE. So that we may boldly say, YAHWEH IS MY HELPER, AND I WILL NOT FEAR WHAT MAN SHALL DO UNTO ME. Yahshua the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever."

Hebrews 13:1,5-6,8


I hope you enjoyed these encouraging and enlightening scriptures. Often we take too much time reading things other than Yahweh's Word, and forget "The Best Book." May we look most importantly to the blessed "Best Book." Yahweh's blessings be upon you. The editress, RJC

  In Daddy's Steps

 (Taken from The Shining Path Story Paper)

I watched him playing around my door,
My neighbor's little boy of four.
I wandered why a child would choose
To wear his Dad's old worn out shoes.
I saw him try with all his might
To make the laces snug and tight,
I smiled to see him walk, and then,
He'd only step right out again.
I heard him say, his voice so glad,
"I want to be just like my Dad."
I hoped his Dad his steps would choose
Safe for his son to wear his shoes.
And then a shout and cry of joy,
A "Hello dad" and a "Hi-yu, boy!"
They walked along in measured stride
Each face aglow with love and pride.
"What have you done today my lad?"
"I tried to wear your old shoes, Dad,
They're big, but when I'm a man,
I'll wear your shoes, I know I can."
They stopped and stood there hand in hand;
He saw his son's tracks in the sand.
His words - a prayer - came back to me,
"Lord, let my steps lead him to Thee."


"Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers."

Proverbs 17:6

This Youth

by Rebekah - age 12 - 9/10/2001


I saw him.
It was dark.
He was on a sidewalk, in town.
His hair long enough
That it covered his neck;
His face wasn't exactly a frown.
But when I saw him,
Standing there in the dark,
I saw no hope on his face.
My heart was touched,
By this youth,
Who seemed to possess
No joy and grace.
All I saw there,
Was a face, darkened by the night.
But I wonder if it was darkened
With something other than this?
It seemed that there were lines
Of care, and no hope and peace:
Has he ever known bliss?
My heart
Reaches out
To ones such as this youth.
For these are they
Who do not know
The way of love and truth.


Housewives' / Mothers' Page:

Hello, mothers and housewives. If you have any comments or constructive criticism about this page, please feel free to let me know, just so that decent language is used. Also, recipes and helpful suggestions for other mothers and housewives would be appreciated. May you reap blessings from this page, meant especially for you. Sincerely, the editress/RJC

 A helpful tip from another mother/grandmother/great grandmother, and one from me

 When you slice bread, and have it on a pile, ready to put in a bag, you don't have to put it in, several slices at a time. Simply open the bag, slide it down over the bread, and turn it over.

-Grama O. Y.

I have found that when you are baking, it is easier if you get things out, one at a time, and put each thing away, when you are done with it.

-Rebekah Coover



 No-Bake Berry Casserole

courtesy of Mary A. Adamson

You need: Graham cracker crust, whip cream, instant vanilla pudding, strawberries and black rasp-berries, large bowl, margarine, and sugar.

How to make: Take your large bowl, and put your already chilled pudding in it. Sprinkle the crust (Note: add margarine and sugar to crust) Place cut up strawberries into the thin-layered crust. Then put a layer of whip cream on top. Repeat until full. Place your black raspberries on the top of everything. Serve immediately.

 A Poem


The Flower 

by Mary A. Adamson

(Psalm 103:15-16)

There once was a flower,
And it was beautiful,
And also it was very fruitful.

The wind knocked it over,
And so grew a clover,
And forgotten forever.

The Bible says the same for man
Is born, lives, and dies.
But Jesus is eternal Life,
For all who will turn to Him!

(Note from Rebekah: As this poem points out, life on this earth is fleeting. Let us be all we can be, for Yahweh, that one day, He will say, "Well done, My good and faithful servant! Enter thou into the joy of thy LORD!") 

 by Rebekah J. Coover,  age 12 - 8/16/2001

 "Mommy, tell me again what happened to Dada." Danny's big brown eyes seem to pierce holes through Mommy. "I don't understand."

"Danny." Mommy sits down in an armchair. "He was driving in the car. Another car ran into the front of Dada's car. It... it hurt him very bad. He's... not here anymore."

But Danny isn't satisfied with that explanation. "Mommy, what happened? Is he in a hostile?"

"A what?" Mommy asks the inquisitive five year old. "A hostile? You mean a hospital? No, Danny. He... he's in the grave?"

"You mean that stone thing?" asked Danny.

"That marks the grave," Mommy replies.

"When is he coming back? We need him, don't we, Mommy?" The child looks at his mother, waiting for an answer.

There are tears in Mommy's eyes. "Danny, he's not coming back. He's dead. Once somebody dies, they don't come back," Mommy tries to explain.

"Never?" asked Danny sadly.

"Not on this earth, Danny," Mommy replies. "When Heaven comes, then he will, but I suppose that will be a good while yet."

"Well, that's sad, Mommy."

Mommy squeezes Danny close. "Don't be sad, Danny. You're too little to think about sad things all the time. Everything will be alright.

"Danny, Mommy has to tell you something. I'm going to get a job."

"A what?" Danny jerks to attention. "A what, Mommy?"

"A job," Mommy replies. "Dada's not here anymore, to work for us. Now Mommy needs to work. You'll get food and clothing from the money Mommy earns, in of what Dada earns. He can't earn money now, Danny."

"Doesn't he love us anymore?" questions Danny. "And where will I go? Why is Dad gone? Why do you have to work? Why is everything so sad?"

"Danny, stop," Mommy says. "Let me answer your questions. Dada loved us very much. But now... he is gone. He can't work, Danny. Dada is gone... because... well, I guess God wanted to take him."

"Why, Mommy? Doesn't God love us?"

"Why... yes, Danny. He does. It's hard to understand, isn't it? I don't understand it all, either. I have to work, that way we can pay for the house, and have food, and clothes. And... and candy sometimes, Danny. You like candy, don't you?"

"Not as much as I do you," Danny replies.

"But listen, Danny," Mommy continues. "I love you too. That's why I have to work. As to where you will go, I'll get someone to watch you. Someone to baby-sit."

"Baby-sit?!" exclaims Danny. "I'm not a baby!"

"No, Danny, you aren't. I mean somebody who will watch you and take care of you."

"But, Mommy," Danny protests, "I like you doing that. I need you."

"I know, Danny. I'll be doing it in a different way. I'll be earning money."

"Why can't someone else do that part?" Danny asks.

"Danny, you ask to many questions," Mommy tells the little boy wearily. "It's hard to explain."

"But do it anyway."

"Danny, no. That's just not the way it works. That's why. You need to go to bed now." Mommy helps Danny into his pajamas, and then he goes to bed. But he can't sleep, for a long time.


 It's all set. On the second day of the coming week, Mommy will go to work, and Eleanor will come to take care of Danny. Danny is very sad. He likes Mommy. "I need you, Mommy," Danny says sadly.

"Danny, we'll still live together. Every night, I'll come back."

"I like living with you in the day, too, Mommy."

"And on the weekends. Two days every week, I'll stay home." Mommy looks at the little boy, hoping he'll be satisfied. But he's not. "That's not enough, Mommy."

The morning that Mommy leaves, Danny goes to the kitchen, in his pajamas. Eleanor, a young woman of twenty-two, is there. "Good morning, Danny," she greets him.

"Hi." Danny looks at the ground. "I want Mommy."

"Danny." Eleanor walks over to the little boy. "Mommy is at work. Don't be sad. We'll have fun. Now go get dressed."

"Mommy helps me." Danny looks pleadingly at the young woman.

After a pause, Eleanor says, "Oh. I see. O-K." She goes to the bedroom, to help him dress.

"Your hands aren't like Mommy's," Danny notices. "Mommy has a little scab, right here on her thumb. Her fingernails look different, and her fingers are more pillowy."

"More what?" asks Eleanor, puzzled.

"I mean.... they're softer."

"Danny." Eleanor laughs. "No hand is the same. Your hands aren't the same as mine. They aren't the same as your Mommy's hands, either."

"They're more like her's than your's are," Danny states wistfully. "Me and Mommy are made for each other."

"Oh Danny." Eleanor changes the subject. "Do you want to go for a walk?"

Danny thinks a little while. "Yes! Eleanor! Let's!" he cries.

Eleanor is pleased by the child's enthusiasm. Maybe he'll stop thinking about 'Mommy.'

Danny continues. "I wanna visit people. By myself."

"Danny!" exclaims Eleanor in horror. "I'm not letting you do that. Your... I mean... I'd never be allowed to take care of you, if I let you do things like that!"

"You mean... you mean Mommy would take care of me?" asks Danny hopefully.

"Oh, no. Danny, you know I didn't mean that. I mean she'd get someone else to watch you."

"Oh. Well, I didn't mean you couldn't come along. I just...meant...you'd wait outside. They're people we know. They're people we like. Mommy wouldn't mind. I'll only stay a few minutes." Danny looks at the ground, while he talks.

"How many people?" asks Eleanor. "Seven." "O-K, Danny," agrees Eleanor, eager to get this sober little fellow happy. "Let's go."

Danny is pleased. They start down the road. At every house but the third one, he comes out looking happy. Then they start back.

"Danny," Eleanor prods, "What were you doing?"

"Not telling," Danny replies. "You're not my Mommy, and I'm not telling you. But..." His voice lowers. He looks up at Eleanor. "Thankees fer takin' me."

Those sweet words warm Eleanor's heart. She talks pleasantly to the little boy as they walk home. She even carries him a little bit. "Do you want to sing Yankee Doodle Dandy?" she asks the child.

"What's that?" asks Danny.

"Just a song," Eleanor replies. "I'll teach it to you."

Patiently she teaches him the song. He slowly sings it through with her. She's rewarded for her efforts, with a, "Say. That song sounds dumb. Let's do somethin'' else."

Eleanor laughs. Danny actually seems to enjoy himself. But when five o'clock comes, and Mommy's car pulls into the driveway, Danny runs to meet her, screaming with delight. "Mommy! Mommy!"

"Hi, Danny." Mommy strokes his hair, affectionately.

"Mommy, I don't...like her. She...she's nice, but... she's not you. I like you. Her hands don't dress me the same," Danny confides to Mommy.

"Danny!" exclaims Mommy. "I hope you didn't make her dress you! You're a big boy!"

"But...Mommy...you always do." Danny looks wonderingly at Mommy.

"You're going to have to grow out of that," Mommy says.

"Carry me to the house," Danny pleads. "I missed you today."

"Danny, you're a big boy. You're heavy."

"Mommy!" cries Danny. "Why am a big boy, in such a bam?"

"What?" demands his mother.

"Why am I all of a sudden a big boy? Be sweet, Mommy! You are, aren't you? Carry me! Please! I like you!" Mommy reluctantly picks the little boy up. He lays his head on her shoulder. He can see the back of her pink sweater, and the back of her blue skirt. He fingers her braid. There's no-one like Mommy. A child's tear falls on her shoulder.

That evening, Danny crawls onto his mother's lap. "Mommy, I talked to some people today," he begins.

"About what, honey?" Mommy asks. "And who did you talk to?"

"Mrs. Gilbert, and Miss Susie, aaaand...the girl who lives in the brown shack, and Mrs. Jacoty, and the red faced man, aaand... nice John."

Mommy smiles. "What did you tell them?"

"I asked them...if they'd let you wash their smelly clothes," Danny says.

"Danny!" cries Mommy, horrified. "Is that the way you said it?!"

"Well...yeah. Isn't...that what they are?" Danny asks, bewildered.

Mommy calms down. Everybody understands that he is just a little boy. "I guess," she replies nervously. "But why did you do that, Danny? Did they say yes?"

"Yeah, Mommy, they did. I'm real happy." Danny's eyes shine. He opens his mouth to say more, but Mommy stops him.

"Danny, why'd you do that? I'll be busy working five days a week, and then you want me to spend my weekends, washing clothes. I thought we were going to do things together on the weekends."

Danny's voice is quiet. "We will, Mommy. We will always. I mean you take this job, instead of one where you leave me."

"Oh." Mommy sets Danny on the ground. "I'll think about it."


The next morning Danny enters the kitchen.  He is expecting to find Eleanor.  He enters the kitchen.  Mommy!  She's standing at the stove in a long pink dress, cutting up potatoes.  Her hair is whisped back off here face into a pretty bun.  Never has she looked so beautiful!

"Mommy!" cries Danny, running to her. "Mommy! You're an angel! And you're here!"

Mommy gathers Danny in her arms. She carries him to the living room. She sits down, with him on her lap.

"Danny," Mommy begins, "I canceled that horrible job I started yesterday. I'm coming back to you. I'll wash people's clothes for them. It doesn't matter if I don't get a whole bunch of money. Danny..." There are tears in Mommy's eyes, tears of affection and love. "Danny, all that matters now, is that I have you."

Danny looks wonderingly at precious Mommy, the Mommy he loves more than anyone else. "Mommy, you mean...you mean you need me?"

With tears running down her cheeks, Mommy replies, "Yes, Danny. "Yes, Danny. I need you very much."


 The Childrens' Page:

Hello there, children. Here's The Childrens' Page again. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to send in anything for it, that you think other children would enjoy. Just send it to:

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Post Office Box 7

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Thank you!

 Yahshua (Jesus)

 Who is Yahshua? He is the:

Lily Of The Valley (Song of Sol. 2:1)

Rose Of Sharon (Song of Sol. 2:1)

Shepherd (Isaiah 40:11)

Son Of Yahweh (the God of born again believers) (Jn. 3:16, Matt. 3:16,17)

Lamb Of Yahweh (John 1:29)

Atonement For Sin (Romans 5:11) King Of Kings (1 Tim. 6:13-16) Lord Of Lords (1 Tim. 6:13-16)


 Do you like to do crafts. Below are directions for something you can do. (Note: you might need help, from someone older.)

 What you will need:

 cardboard - glue, paste, or rubber cement - scissors - paper - pen or pencil - a photograph


 Cut a square of cardboard the desired size. Cut a square of paper the same size as your photograph. In one of the bottom corners, glue the photograph. In the top corner diagonal to it, glue the square of paper. Once the glue dries, write a poem on it, about the person or thing in the photograph (you, a friend, a family member, a pet, etc.) Then give it to a friend. Have fun, and do a good job!

 Children      by Rebekah

 What do children like to do?

They like to run and play.

And lots of little children:

They like warm sunny days.

What about you, my small friend?

Do you like days of sun?

And running, playing, jumping,

Like other little ones?

Thank Yahweh for all he gives,

For sunny days and play.

For chores too, my little friend,

And His Word, to obey.

 Flora's Lesson  Taken from The Shining Path Story Paper.

(Note: God and Jesus are changed to the original Hebrew translations, Yahweh and Yahshua, and certain other incorrect things changed a bit.)

"I am tired of this work, so I am. Don't see why I can't have something else to do, instead of just washing dishes and setting table all the time." With these half audible words Flora passed around the table and put the silver at each place. Then she set out the other dishes on the table. After a few minutes her thoughts wandered to another sphere. "What was that song they sang last night? Oh, yes."

"If you could see Yahshua

standing here tonight,

His thorn-crowned head and

pierced hands could view,

Could see those that beam with Heaven's own


And hear Him say, 'Behold, it was for you.' "

"I wonder what it would be like to have Yahshua come and stand right by one in plain view." With this though in mind, Flora stopped to glance over the table she had just set to make sure that she had not forgotten anything. Suddenly, a short "Oh" burst from her lips. Had anyone been present he would have been greatly surprised at the embarrassed expression on her face. For only an instant she stood perfectly motionless, then darted to the opposite end of the table and began to reset it, laying the plates very carefully in the center of the space allowed, then arranging the knife, fork, and spoons in perfect order. She did this at each place, working as rapidly as possible, then placed the other dishes exactly in their respective places. When she had finished she stopped and looked over the whole. "What if He had come to take dinner with us and found the table set as I had it. Oh-Oh! There, that plate is out of place yet," and so saying, she changed it just the least bit.

Next, she looked about the dining room. The drapery on a little shelf needed arranging, and several small ornaments needed dusting. With quick movements Flora soon had everything in the dining room in perfect order. When all was finished, she paused as she started through the door, "Now if He should come I would not be ashamed." So thinking, she went to her own room and picked up her Bible as she dropped into a chair by the window. The Book opened and she read, "Whether therefore ye et, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of Yahweh."

Flora had been a follower of Yahweh but a few months. There had been many lessons to learn and many things to overcome. Like nearly all young girls, she despised dishwashing, but it had fallen to her lot to care for the dining room and wash the dishes. Unconsciously she had gotten into the habit of doing her work in almost any kind of way in order to finish it. Of course she could not be a true follower of

Yahweh and do this way, and the Holy Spirit had taken this method of warning her. As she read this verse and studied it, many thoughts came to her mind. She had never been very diligent, and was liable at any time to leave her work half finished to read an interesting book or to talk to someone. She had often been careless, and this morning, as she sat and meditated, she remembered many things for which she would not have been pleased to have Jesus visit her and see.

After that a great change came over Flora. Instead of having to be pressed to work, she was glad to do it, and the despised dishwashing came at last to be a pleasant task, and one which she was blest in doing.

How few people realize that Yahshua is just as truly present as if He could be seen with the natural eye! He watches over every meal. Do you keep your dining room, set your table, and conduct yourself at meals as carefully as you would if you knew He were present and visible. Is your kitchen, and indeed every other part of your house, kept to please God? Would you feel at ease if Jesus should suddenly step in and find you preparing the kind of food and in the manner that is your usual custom?

Suppose, children, He should come as He was when a little boy. Would your toys and books, your clothing and all you have, be in the order you would like Him to see it? Are you in the habit of doing anything that you would not like Him to see you doing? Just remember that His eye is upon us all, and whether we do right or wrong, He knows all about it.

The Holy Spirit comes to walk with those who are fully followers of Yahweh, but when they fail to obey Him He cannot walk with them. Just as He warned Flora of her need of carefulness and diligence and order, so will He warn each of us and show us what we most need. And, unless we heed His warning, He will leave us to go on in our own way, which will result in the loss of our souls.


Science With The Bible:
The Rainbow

"Look at the rainbow, and praise Him who made it; it is exceedingly beautiful in its brightness. I encircles the sky with its glorious arc; the hands of the Most High have stretched it out."

 Sirach 43:11,12

 What beautiful verses we read here! And they are true. Is not that much the way you would describe the rainbow?

Also, the rainbow reminds us of one of Yahweh's promises. Which one? The one in Genesis 9:1-17. Read it. Yahweh promises in verse 11 that there will never be another flood that cuts off all flesh.

And best of all, we can count on Yahweh's promises. We know that He does not lie. (Hebrews 6:17.18)

Now let us ponder these verses in Sirach. "Look at the rainbow, and praise Him who made it; it is exceedingly beautiful in its brightness." The writer of this beautiful, poetic book realized the beauty of the rainbow, and the majesty of Him who made it. Shouldn't we, also? But let us also remember that the rainbow, no matter how bright, fades. Likewise, our lives on earth, no matter how prosperous and thriving, will fade. We need an eternal surety, Yahweh Almighty.

"It encircles the sky with its glorious arc;..."

Does not the rainbow seem this way? We can learn alot from nature. Perhaps Yahweh has given us so many beautiful things in nature, as parables, symbolic of Him. Yahweh is glorious, and He encircles us with His love.

"...the hands of the Most High have stretched it out."

Yahweh is mighty! Yahweh is worthy to be praised! Indeed, He has stretched out the rainbow, a token of His love and mercy. Blessings.

"The earth is Yahweh's, and the fullness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. For He hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods."

Psalm 24:1,2


Scriptures And Quotes: 

But their scribes and Pharisees murmured against His disciples, saying, 'Why do ye eat and drink with publicans and sinners?'

And Yahshua answering said unto them, 'They that are whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.' "

Luke 5:30, 31

"If I break a bad habit, I am mending myself. If I mend a bad habit, I am breaking myself."

-Rebekah (Gal. 2:18)

"Nazi - Not see the truth."

-Rebekah and Lydia

"The Saducees - They Were Sad You See?

(because they didn't believe in the ressurrection)"


"Why do people choose the broad, crooked path, over the straight, narrow path? Because the broad path offers room for many, walking side by side. The narrow path offers room only for a few, and God, to walk together."

- Rebekah




"What made you stop right in the middle of your sentence, and then start talking about something entirely different?" The questioner laughs, and her friend joined as she replied to the puzzled query.

"If I think in time, I make it a rule never to say to-day the mean thing that can be put off until to-morrow," she explained. "So to-morrow it is out of date, and does not get said at all."




 Submitted by Aunt Dorothy McCaffrey: "This is a good shopping list -- sent to us by a retired lady, in North Carolina.......... a very good person."

I was walking down life's highway a long time ago.

One day I saw a sign, that read Heaven's Grocery Store.


As I got a little closer, the door came open wide,

And when I came to myself, I was standing inside.

I saw a host of angels; they were standing everywhere.

And one angel said, "My child, shop with care."

Everything a Christian needed, was in that grocery store.

And all you couldn't carry, you could come back the next day, for more.

First I got some patience, love was in the same row.

Further down was understanding: you need that, everywhere you go.

I got a box or two of wisdom, a bag or two of faith.


I just couldn't miss the Holy Ghost,

for He was all over the place.

I stopped to get some strength and courage, to help me run the race.

By then, my basket was getting full, but I remembered I needed some grace.


I didn't forget salvation, for salvation, that was free.

So I tried to get enough of that, to save you and me.

Then I started to the counter, to pay my grocery bill.

For I thought I had everything, to do my Master's will.

As I went up the aisle, I saw prayer, and just had to put that in.

For I knew when I stepped outside, I would run right into sin.

Peace and joy were plentiful, they were on the last shelf.

Song and praises were hanging near, so I just helped myself.

Then, I said, "Now how much do I owe?"

He just smiled, and said, "Just take them everywhere you go."

"How much do I really owe? He smiled, and said, "My child, Jesus paid your bill, a long time ago."


Eternal Destiny? 

by Rebekah J. Coover - almost 12

Once, two men met on the street sidewalk. The one looked sober and wise, the other a mocking fellow.

Mr. Mock marched up to Mr. Wise. "Sir," he started, "I've heard some weird things about you. For example, you believe in eternal destiny. Could you explain?"

Mr. Wise thought a minute, and then spoke. "My fellow, what do you believe will happen to you, when you die?"

"I believe I'll die, and stay dead," replied the other, in a haughty tone.

"Well, my fellow," concluded Mr. Wise, "I have found that you believe in eternal destiny also."


Remember. Always wanted: stories, childrens' activities, Bible studies, poems, articles, essays, etc. Wholesome material, for the aid of preparing this newsletter, will always be gladly welcomed.

Sincerely, the editress / RJC

 Closing Remarks

 "Peace be with you all that are in Messiah Yahshua."   I Peter 5:14b

"And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as Yahweh for Yahshua's sake hath forgiven you." Ephesians 4:32

"For even hereunto were ye called: because Yahshua also suffered for us, leaving us an example, that ye should follow in His steps: who did no sin, neither was guile found in His mouth;...who his own self bare our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed. For ye were as sheep going astray; but are now returned unto the Shepherd . and Bishop of your souls." 1 Peter 2:21-22,24-25

I enjoy the "Rebekah's Lovely Newspaper" so much! and also "Joy In The World."   -- Miss M.A.


Friends,   The world is really wicked. I don't study up on it, but still, I know. Surprise? It is easy to see why Yahweh calls us to be separate from the world, to "come out of her, My people." Let us live up to what Yahweh wants us to. It is a struggle, but one that Yahweh's people must do.


R.S.,  Thank you for the article on the King James Bible. I found it very interesting. I have read about different of the Bible translators you mentioned. They sure went through alot for their faith, some even being killed. However, I admire them, and would want to do the same, if it ever came to that. Thank you again for the article.

Sincerely, the editress / RJC