The Hut's On Fire

Hello everyone.  Praise the Lord!

Here is a little story about faith and the Providence of God, that I found.  I am sharing this to you to help you in your walk with God.

They only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Everyday he scanned the horizon for help, but none seem forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of Driftwood, to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost! He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger!  He cried out, "God! How could you do this to me?" 

Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary  man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied!

It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering. Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God!

William James Roop, M.A.B.S.

 Roop-Crappell Ministries 

 Hospice Care and Dying 

 The Trucking Tango 

 Apostolic Theological Seminary 

Dumpster Love

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My wife and I, and my mother flew up to Wautoma, Wisconsin, to see my Aunt and Uncle, and other relatives my mother has of there.

We had a great time sitting around visiting, drinking coffee, and just enjoying everyday. One morning, my Uncle Jerry Mankowski, said he needs to go to the dump. He had a couple small bags of trash.

Tell me that the dump opens at eleven in the morning. He wanted be there by at least quarter till to get line. He said that there usually a long line at the dump. So I was kind of expecting dozens of people in line down the road.

We walk down to his pickup truck and throw a couple bags in the back. We drive down to the dump about twenty miles an hour. Tell me small country lanes that's probably fast enough. The dump wasn't very far away. Wautoma is a very small town in Central Wisconsin. 

We got there and we were third in line! When the dump finally opened, for the grand total of six cars line! Even though we were third in line it took us a grand total of ten minutes to be in and out! We waited at the gate longer than we were in the dump.

While we're driving around to the dumpster, Jerry tells me a story. He said a few years ago he was dumping the trash. The middle age to elderly lady pulled up behind him, to do the same. She struck up a conversation with him. She said she was looking for a boyfriend and want to know if he was interested!

He thought it was kind of funny that this woman was interested in him. I kind of laughed and said that's a great story. But to myself I told knew that this woman was just looking for a rich old man. She was looking for someone to leach money off. Small town problems same thing reflect big town problems.

William James Roop

 Roop-Crappell Ministries 

 Hospice Volunteer Stories 

 The Trucking Tango 

 Apostolic Theological Seminary 

What Is Sex Sin?

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“So the line had stuck in my head. “Sex,” I was pretty sure, meant whether you were a boy or girl, and “sin” made Aunt Jan's very angry, but what the two together meant I could not imagine. And so, seated next to Father in the train compartment, I suddenly asked, “Father, what is sex sin?”

He turned to look at me, as he always did when answering a question, but to my surprise he said nothing. At last he stood up, lifted his traveling case from the rack over our heads, and set it on the floor.

“Will you carry it off the train, Corrie?” he said.

I stood up and tugged at it. It was crammed with the watches and spare parts he had purchased that morning.

“It’s too heavy,” I said.

“Yes,” he said. “And it would be a pretty poor father who would ask his little girl to carry such a load. It’s the same way, Corrie, with knowledge. Some knowledge is too heavy for children. When you are older and stronger you can bear it. For now you must trust me to carry it for you.” - from The Hiding Place: The Triumphant True Story of Corrie Ten Boom.

We are asking our children to carry loads that are way too heavy for them. They should not be forced, as children, to see and feel the world through the lens of adults. Innocence is worth protecting and worth fighting for. We need to do our part as parents and caregivers to carry certain things for them until they are old enough to bear the load. We must make sure they are receiving education, and indoctrination.

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William James Roop, M.A.B.S.

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

Apostolic Theological Seminary

A Pocket Full Of Suckers

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I was up in Wisconsin this summer, visiting my Aunt and Uncle, Jerry and Nancy Mankowski. I still live on the old dairy farm, in the central part of the state.

Jerry was telling me that he felt very very sluggish for a long period of time. Then you can barely move around. So he went to the doctor to see what the problem was. At the VA clinic they gave him a lot of different tests.

The VA clinic gave him a complete physical and running a bunch of tests including blood test. They discovered that the problem was low blood sugar. Is blood sugar wasn't low all the time and it would just spite down at certain times of the day.

Dr showed him all the test results and charts. They didn't think he needed medication. The doctor told just to keep them suckers in his pockets!  They just told him when he feels a little sluggish to suck on a sucker to add a little sugar to his blood.

That's a nice homegrown remedy for an occasional medical ailment. If your blood needs a little sugar, A nice sucker should do the trick!  Don't need expensive medications, from multi-million dollar pharmaceutical companies. You just need to sucker now and then. But don't we all!

William James Roop

 Roop-Crappell Ministries 

 Hospice Volunteer Stories 

 The Trucking Tango 

 Apostolic Theological Seminary 

The Linen Burial Cloth

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The gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the face that Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes, The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded, and was placed at the head of that stony coffin.

Early Sunday morning, well it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away for the entrance. She read and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, The one in Jesus loved. She said "They have taken the Lord's body out of the tomb, And I don't know where they have put him!"

Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other disciple outran Peter and got there first. He's stupid and logged in and saw the linen cloth lying there, but he didn't go in. Did Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen wrapping slide there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus in was folded up and lying to the side.

Is that important? Absolutely! Is it really significant? Yes!

In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, You have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day. Call the napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, In every Jewish boy knew this tradition.

When the servant said the dinner table for the master, He made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it. The table was furnished perfectly, And then the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, in the server would not dare touch the table, until the master was finished.

Now, if the master were done eating, He would rise from the table, wipe his fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and would wad up that napkin and toss it onto the table. The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, The wadded napkin bench, "I'm done."

But, if the master got up the table, and folded his napkin, And later beside his plate, The servant would not dare touch the table, because... The folded napkin meant, "I'm coming back!"

Jesus Christ is coming back!

William James Roop, M.A.B.S.

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

Apostolic Theological Seminary

Only In South Louisiana

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My wife and I bought an RV for our future ministry needs. We will be renting out all three of our houses, and living in the RV full time, to travel for ministry, church to church.

My wife and I are very excited It's exciting to start a second career but also very exciting to work for the Lord. We bought the RV late morning, in Patterson, Louisiana.  We then drove to the DMV to register it with the State of Louisiana.

We had an appointment for two-thirty and was there a few minutes early and they let us in. While we're standing there waiting for the registration paperwork to be made out, my wife and I overheard two women talking in the office.

The two women were talking about being on their fishing boat, and fishing all day! My wife looked at me said, "only in South Louisiana will you hear two women talking about fishing!"  Most places in the world that's a conversation for men. 

But South Louisiana is where the Cajuns live! Cajun women can fish just as well as their husbands can fish! Everybody here has a boat, or even a couple of boats! And most people hunt and fish. That's just part of the Cajun culture here in South Louisiana.

Well the registration finally got typed up and we had to pay over thirty-three hundred dollars! I was in shock about the price on the taxes. Thirty-three hundred dollars a lot money to me! As my wife was writing out a check, I whispered to her if we had enough money in the bank account. She assured me that we did!

The RV cost forty-thousand dollars, and the tax rate was 8.9% on recreational vehicles. But what can you do, taxes or a part of life, and their only going up! I guess if I want to drive on the roads and bridges I need to pay the taxes to support them.

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William James Roop, M.A.B.S.

 Roop-Crappell Ministries 

 Hospice Care and Dying 

 The Trucking Tango 

 Apostolic Theological Seminary 

A Calf In The Snow

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My uncle Jerry and I were sitting in his living room talking and telling stories. I went up there to visit family and friends this summer. My mother is from there and she still has lots of family there. I escorted my wife and my mother there also.

Jerry was telling me a story about how a neighbor cow had her calf. He said he always provided a warm place with straw or his cows to calve her young. Jerry said that was all wrong and he shouldn't do it that way. He said that makes the cows weak and sickly their whole life.

You said back in the day they would let the cows have their calves outside in the snow and the cold. He said by doing that the cows would grow up stronger and healthier. He said the cows that were born in the winter were always the healthiest cows that produced the most milk.

And he went on and said the cows born during warm weather always had health problems and didn't produce as much milk. My uncle Jerry grew up on this dairy farm and led this area as a life. He knows a lot about dairy farming. I'm from the city and don't know anything about it!

Weather this is true or not I do not know. But it does make a lot of sense. If you're born and grow up and harsh conditions you tend to be tougher and stronger. This is even the case with humans. If anybody has a pity on this please leave a comment in the comment section.

William James Roop

 Roop-Crappell Ministries 

 Hospice Volunteer Stories 

 The Trucking Tango 

 Apostolic Theological Seminary