The Old House

Hebrews 3:4,”For every house is built by someone, but He who builds all things is God.”
In the year 1947, six weeks after I was born March 24th my mother and father moved us into this little cabin shown in the picture. My mother says the little cabin was standing as long as she can remember but neither she nor I know who built the house. Although I never found the builder of the little two room cabin I did find God, the builder of all things. He saved me and placed me into this ministry that has given me joy for over 38 years.
It seems this little cabin has been so much a part of my life over the years as it set so proudly along the road right next door to the little white church that was a place for us to worship for many years. A lot of my early years were spent in and around this cabin even though we lived there for only my first year. Having other family members living there after we moved out opened the door for me to enjoy the apple trees with their sweet rewards and the beautiful view of the lake and mountains that seemed to wrap around you as you set in the shade of the old oak near the cabin.
I am not sure what draws me to this place but February 2012 while home from Papua New Guinea for some medical checkups I find myself back at the cabin again letting memories go wild. The cabin is not what she once was even though there was never much splendor to brag about. The cabin still stands for what it was designed, a shelter from the rain and cold and though windows are broken and rotten logs stoop here and there one can still feel strength coming from within those walls.
Walking around the cabin I see what makes this little place special to me; it is the view of the mountains and the lake that was so much part of my early years becoming a man. It is winter but I can almost smell the blooms from the apple trees in the small orchard and the honey suckle vines that grew wild here and there when Spring would come giving freshness to the morning dew.
Now, I realize what pulls me to this place after so many years; this is a picture of me. Like the little cabin I am not much to look at and my two rooms have very little to offer in this high speed world. It is the view and sweet smell of fellowship I want you to see and feel as you sit at my door looking at Jesus high and lifted up, the author and finisher of our faith. This old cabin reminds me to that this old world is not my home; I am just passing through to the regions beyond and the fields that are white unto harvest. Set with me, enjoy the view and hear the Master say, “Go ye therefore and make disciples of all nations.” Until the job is done may we move forward?