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Midnight Cry Messenger

Volume XLVII: Number 2 -- April-May-June, 2002

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Editor's Letter

Beloved in Christ,

I trust the Lord is working in your lives and making himself real to you. It certainly looks like the Lord is going to come and deliver us out of this world of peril. Even the smaller nations are getting the bomb in preparation for the greatest conflagration the world has ever seen. Five or more nations now have the bomb. The two that were dropped on Japan wiped out two cities and they were just firecrackers compared to the bombs of today. Because of the devastating potential, nations are reluctant to use the bomb. However, man always uses what he has and before it is over, they will use them. If the handwriting isn't on the wall, it never will be. Thank God we have something better to look forward to and it may be closer than we think. Our life here compared to eternity is like a vapor (James 4:14). In Job 14, our human life is described as, "Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not." The real life for Christians is waiting on us. It is hard to visualize but I am glad we have it to look foward to because there is certainly nothing here. In the meantime, we need to be faithful in our service to the Lord.

I want to ask you to pray about the possibility of our group purchasing an airplane to facilitate our visits to the churches. I am getting to be an old man (83) and driving is a chore. I was thinking recently about all the trips I have made through the years, hundreds of them, and God's angel no doubt was watching over me and keeping me from harm. Those trips were long and arduous. Only once did I have to pull over and sleep a little while. I remember one night many years as as I was pulling out of Macclenny, Florida, heading for North Carolina, my two children, Sherry and Dan, were small tykes and they came out on the porch yelling, "Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy." It nearly broke my heart and I almost turned around. The hardest thing was leaving my children and my wife but it will be worth it all one of these days when we see Jesus, like the song "Life's trials will seem so small when we see Christ. One glimpse of his dear face, all sorrows will erase. So bravely run the race 'til we see Christ."

Your unworthy friend,
C. Parker Thomas

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