Thursday, December 17, 2009

Faith Walks

As you Read this story, remember that no matter what our limitations are,  through Faith we can walk!

 

 

By SUE MANNING, Associated Press Writer Sue Manning, Associated Press Writer – Wed Dec 16, 5:53 pm ET

 

LOS ANGELES – For several years, Jude Stringfellow and her Lab-chow mix have toured the country with a simple message: Faith walks.

 

Born without front legs to a junkyard dog around Christmas 2002, Faith the puppy was rejected and abused by her mother. She was rescued by Reuben Stringfellow, now an Army E-4 specialist, who had been asked to bury other puppies in the litter.

 

"Can we fix her? Stringfellow, then 17, asked his mom. "No, but maybe we can help her," she said.

 

So Reuben turned Faith over to his mother, English professor Jude Stringfellow. At first the family had to carry Faith to keep her off her chest and chin. But with peanut butter and practice, Faith learned to walk on her two hind legs.

 

Today Faith is a brisk, upright walker. When she runs, every so often she adds a hop or skip to her step, but she stumbles less often than most humans. She takes vitamins and joint supplements, and vets have declared her very healthy, Stringfellow said.

 

Since her first step on March 22, 2003, Faith has done the talk show circuit, gone on tour with Ozzy Osbourne and been named an honorary Army sergeant. Jude Stringfellow has become a motivational speaker and written two books. Next year, the two are moving from Ardmore, Okla., to Chicago where they plan to write a third called "Faith Walks."

 

They get more than 200 letters and e-mails a day, run a Web site and make dozens of appearances every year, including stops at veterans' hospitals across the country to cheer injured soldiers.

 

That mission is special for Stringfellow, whose son left Iraq in September and is stationed at Fort Wainwright in Alaska. He is scheduled to get out of the Army and head home on Jan. 1.

 

For many, Faith brings a powerful message about overcoming adversity. "Faith has shown me that different is beautiful, that it is not the body you are in but the soul that you have," Jill Salomon of Montreal, Canada, wrote on Faith's Web site.

 

Stringfellow will never forget a woman from New York who happened to see Faith on a street corner. She was depressed and had lost both legs to diabetes.

 

"She was in her wheelchair and saw us. She was crying. She had seen Faith on television. She just held her and said she wished she had that kind of courage." Stringfellow said. "She told us: 'I was on my way to pick up the gun.' She handed the pawn ticket to a police officer and said she didn't need it anymore."

 

That sense of hope is especially important for Faith's visits to Army bases. Last weekend she headed to Washington state, where she met with as many as 5,000 soldiers at McChord Air Force Base and Fort Lewis. Some of the soldiers were headed to war, some were coming back.

 

"She just walks around barking and laughing and excited to see them all," Jude Stringfellow said. "There is a lot of crying, pointing and surprise. From those who have lost friends or limbs, there can be silence. Some will shake my hand and thank me, some will pat her on the head. There is a lot of quiet, heartfelt, really deep emotion."

 

Faith never fails to bring a smile to a soldier's face, said Patrick Mcghee, general manager at Fort Lewis.

 

"To see the children interact with Faith is simply priceless," he said.

 

But Faith's most emotional reunion — with Reuben Stringfellow, who rescued her 7 years ago this Christmas — will have to wait for January. He's already gotten Faith a birthday present: a peanut butter cookie with her name on it.

 

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On the Net:

 

http://www.faiththedog.info

 

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

They're Happy Because They Eat LARD

How Great is this?!!

 

Of course the life span was 47 years old,  but they were happy!

 

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

I Will Follow You to Multnomah Falls




When Nat and Sue felt a call to Nova Scotia, Mom and Dad had a hard time telling them goodbye. I remember they had their car packed with a U-Haul attached to the rear end. Dad and Mom hugged and kissed at the house and then Dad took an 8mm movie of them pulling away from the house. Then Dad said he wanted to make sure the trailer pulled ok so we would follow them to Multnomah Falls. As we were following, Dad was filming Nat and Sue ahead of us going across the I5 bridge between Washington and Oregon, then heading east on I84 all the way to Multnomah Falls. There we all got out of our cars, had one last fun time together looking at the falls, went to the restroom, I think Mom packed a little lunch… But finally Mom and Dad had to let them go. We had followed them as far as we could. Turns out Mom and Dad had reason to be concerned as Nat got sick in Omaha Nebraska and ended up in the hospital there. They eventually returned to Vancouver. Where Nat spent his remaining days raising an awesome family and loving and ministering to people.

My story of telling Dad goodbye still brings a lump to my throat. After I had graduated from Bible College I went home for the summer. That summer I traveled with Mom and Dad around the Washington District singing and preaching in different churches. We had a wonderful time staying at State Parks in their Air Stream trailer. Toward the end of the summer I agreed to move to Caldwell Idaho to be the Youth Pastor at Valley Pentecostal Church. Mom was dealing with the treatments for Breast Cancer at that time and was not feeling well. If you know Charlie Moses Yadon, you know that he always had a camera close to his person. I had my car loaded up and we were out in the front yard saying our last goodbyes. I had been away from home for a few years, but this time seemed more final. Just as I was about to get in the car, Dad held the camera in front of his face and wouldn’t take it down. I thought that was strange until saw big tears rolling down his cheeks from behind the camera. I went back inside and we cried and talked a while longer, then Dad followed me to Multnomah Falls.

Today I understand a little better how Dad and Mom felt saying those last goodbyes. I want to hold on to my brother as long as I can. Even though we lived 2500 miles apart, the bond that Nat and I have cannot be easily broken. We spoke 2 or maybe 3 times a week, usually while He was having Dialysis on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. My heart longs to be with him. I would like to talk with him one more time. I would like to have one more fun time together. But here we are at Multnomah Falls. The future stretched out in front of us like I84 headed toward the eastern horizon. I can follow you no further so goodbye my sweet, kind, generous, loving brother. Someday I will see you on the other shore, but for now, I have to stay here at Multnomah Falls.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

This is MY God



Psalms 96

9 O worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness: fear before him, all the earth.

10 Say among the heathen that the LORD reigneth: the world also shall be established that it shall not be moved: he shall judge the people righteously.

11 Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof.

12 Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein: then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice

13 Before the LORD: for he cometh, for he cometh to judge the earth: he shall judge the world with righteousness, and the people with his truth.

Psalms 97

1 The LORD reigneth; let the earth rejoice; let the multitude of isles be glad thereof.

2 Clouds and darkness are round about him: righteousness and judgment are the habitation of his throne.

3 A fire goeth before him, and burneth up his enemies round about.

4 His lightnings enlightened the world: the earth saw, and trembled.

5 The hills melted like wax at the presence of the LORD, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.
6 The heavens declare his righteousness, and all the people see his glory

Monday, February 9, 2009

Routine

That is what I am tired of. I want more than a routine when it comes to my relationship with God. I want more than a routine church. I want more that a routine marriage. I want more that a routine life. I think too many times we settle for routine. We let go of our desires and dreams for the thrilling, stirring, breathtaking and instead we accept the tedious, ordinary, and average. We become walking dead men. No life, no spunk, just waiting for the coffin. Not only do we not feel Joy or see the wonder of life, we don’t even feel the pain. Our hearts become dull to everything around us. I know the Lord is wonderful, and knowledge is good, but I also want the Passion for the Lord and Passion for life to grip me. I want to be excited and enthusiastic about something. I am tired of keeping my emotions in check, Living life with my poker face on.