THE CHOKING SMELLS OF EVIL AND THE SWEET AROMAS OF GOOD

EVIL:
The dust.
The churned up sod.
Human sweat.
The horses’ lather.
The smell of an impending storm.
The stench of evisceration.
The blood—human and divine commingled.
The vinegar in the sop.
The drunken belches and vomit of the crucifiers as they gag on their deed.

These are the smells joining the Fahrenheit and brimstone of hell in history’s nostrils at a place called Aceldema—also called Golgatha and Calvary

After the deed was done and the veil was rent came the gentle after-storm smell of fresh rain’s ozone—a purifier.

Witnesses of the exorcism of the Gadarene and of modern day demonic events would tell you of hell’s nauseating miasma—often smelling like human waste.

The streets of Haiti reek with the smell of hell.

It has always been that guilty ones know an acrid stench in their minds as guilt presses down on their souls.

Auschwitz, Dachau, Poland, Cambodia, China, Eurasia, Rwanda, Uganda, Zimbabwe, the 911 rubble, they all leave an odor strong enough to taste in the throat.

GOOD:
How opposite the aromas of Salvation.
“Sweet savor,” is how the Word describes our praise.
Frankincense.
Rose of Sharon.
The garden at Olivet.
Lily of the valley.
New-mown hay.
Incense of the sanctuary.
The florid lilt of children’s laughter.
The sweet taste of forgiveness.
The dizzying scents of a loving spouse’s embrace.
The pure olfactory pleasure of a freshly bathed baby.
The sweet smell-taste that thirsty ones know when they near water.
The gentle perfume of peace.
The bouquet of the communion cup.

What will be the sensory delights of the Marriage Supper of the Lamb?

A DOLLY FOR CHRISTMAS

A dolly for a dolly.

I delivered this red haired doll to this Central American girl. Hundreds of kids got Christmas presents in a great party.

But this is the child that stole my heart.

BRAZILIAN PRESIDENT JOSE SARNE

President Sarne greeted Reverend Jerold Ogg and me in the capitol at Brazilia.

Interesting--Russian Ambassador Shevardnadze was in a nearby room waiting to see the President.

JEAN'S FIRST LOOK AT OUR DAUGHTER SUSAN

Jean isn't the only one grinning in that Philippine hospital. It was emotional--even the Filipino doctor joined us in joyful tears.

Born on one mission field Susan now serves on another--Africa.

"PLEASE BRING CHILDREN'S CUP'S HELP TO LAOS"

The highest official of the Laotian Embassy in Hanoi, Vietnam, invited me to visit her country with Children's Cup projects.

My son Dan took this picture.

Big disappointment--there were no filghts available during the time I had left to go.

Now it will take $10,000 for travel and project costs to go to Laos.

They did allow us to send medical equipment by Diplomatic Pouch.

Their national newspaper carried a story about 'Cup's donation.

"HOTEL RWANDA"

We are looking down from the top floor of the hotel where the events told in the movie "Hotel Rwanda" actually happened.


The pool area was the site of savagery and death--unthinkable agony.


We were there for Hope Rwanda cooperative effort of Hillsong, Joyce Meyer Ministries, Children's Cup, and other ministies.


Tens of thousands came to the stadium (the very one where thousands more were butchered) to hear Joyce preach a message of forgiveness.

It could be that more people found new life in Christ on that field than died there in the genocide!


A site that had seen so much death became the new-birth place for thousands.


God always gets the last word.

PHILIPPINE FIRST LADY MING RAMOS

Known as "Ming" to her friends, the wife of Philippine President Fidel Ramos personally thanked me for Children's Cup's relief assistance for the victims of the Mount Pinatubo volcano.

This gracious lady expedited many projects for us.