Update On Dad golden

My dear friends....I am sorry that I didn't update sooner.It has been such a burden yesterday.Dad was in good spirits when my two uncles and I went with him to the hospital.He was made all ready for the operation and then my two uncles left and it would be just a matter of one and a half hours of waiting for the nurses to take my dad down.Well 3:30 and past, nothing.My dad was getting very distraught and losing his temper. I could barley stand it as he was hollering..Finally a nurse came in and said, "I have bad news..the operation has been cancelled.They wanted dad to go home!I went to the desk and inquired," What has happened? My dad has been on the waiting list for months for this and now he isn't getting it?!"I was so upset that they called the operating nurse down and while we waited for her to come, dad was getting out of control.When she did come down, I asked her what was going on. She said dad's heart was medically unfit to take the operation and" there was nothing we can do"..A NURSE told me that. Now in my former years of nursing, we were never permitted to tell a person anything. It had to be the doctor himself relaying the message." Well my dad has been getting very dizzy. I am not taking him home, please even if you can't find a room at least let him stay in a hallway.""He can't because he has to be monitored".And we have no free bed""Well I am NOT taking him home!"I guess she did not know about the army of folks that were praying as she changed her mind and said, "OK I will call the doctor and ask what has to be done."She did call him and the doctor told her to admit dad.NOW...I had to wait with dad for that!And he kept getting worse and worse! Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I told dad, "Please at least calm down while I go and use the phone!"He promised and I went to call mom.I was just down the hall so I could see dad. There is a spot where I was allowed to use my cell phone.I called Grampa Yade first and told Gramma Yade that we were in a situation that only prayer and the Lord could solve.She said they would be praying for this after I told her what it was all about.Then I dialled mom's number but had to drop it quick as I saw a tall young man going to dad.Well when I got to his side, the young man said that he was bringing dad up to the fifth floor to the "step down" heart unit.Oh boy what a relief!They sent a heart specialist to dad who checked him very thoroughly as dad lay in a soft bed fit for a king!That doctor told him that he was fit for the operation and now they will do it hopefully today if they find an opening....Oh I hope so.I will phone the hospital and tell them to leave me a message as to when this will be because for now I have to take mom to the hospital for some tests she has to take for her throat. She hasn't been able to swallow her food lately and she is down to 92 pounds..Thank you for your help...I just don't know what we would do without it!!....Love Terry

I am going to put this same comment on my Canadian Blog because my hands are shaking too much for me to write it again

Checking in...

It's been a pretty sleepless night for me but I have put it to good use praying for Dad Golden and the other Pals. I'm eager to here from Terry how everything went yesterday.

Also, I have pics up from our Thanksgiving celebration in Ohio. Enjoy!

Blessings! ~Pilot Mom

Satisfied

My friends Stephen and Brooksyne Weber posted this picture on their Daily Encouragement web site today.

What a wonderful portion of scripture! He truly provides the ultimate satisfaction for each of us. His unfailing love can be counted on in the midst of every circumstance.

May you know His peace, comfort and satisfaction today!

Three Things

Dear Pilgrim Pals:

Warm Christian greetings to all of you! There are three things on my mind as I write this post.

1. Let's all pray for Terry's dad, Dad Golden as he undergoes surgery on Thursday, November 29th at 3:30 in the afternoon. One unifying thread that has been woven through the Pilgrim Pals posts since we began this blog has been our desire and prayer to see Dad Golden come to faith in Christ and be gloriously saved. I know that each of us have a deep-seated burden to see this happen. What rejoicing there will be in heaven when Dad Golden surrenders his life to the One who gave His all for him!

2. Thank you for your notes of encouragement and your congratulations on the 3rd anniversary of Pilgrim Scribblings. At times it would be so easy to quit but your encouragement spurs me on to greater things.

3. I've been feeling under the weather for the last three days. Last night was my first shift back at Christian Horizons after my five-week sick leave. I was sick as a dog and barely got any sleep. I went straight home from work this morning at 9:00 a.m. and spent most of the day in bed. I'm back at work now and wanted to post this brief update and prayer request before going to bed. Thanks for your prayers.

Be encouraged, dear friends! We are saved by His matchless grace and we have many great and precious promises that we can stake our lives upon. We serve an awesome God who has redeemed us and given us life eternal. WOW!

Good night, pals. I love you all very much!

Dad Golden's Old Fireman Friend

Here is a picture of Dad Golden, reading a letter from a man that he worked with over 4o years ago when they were both in the air force as fire fighters in Rivers, Manitoba.

Here is the letter...

Hello!
My name is Phillip Stoddard and I am a friend of your Dads from CJATC Rivers. WE worked together at the fire hall.
Roy Hunby from Newfoundland worked on the same shift as well as Keith Willows. I don't know if your Dad will remember me but I have some fond memories from our days together. I got this info from firehouse .com as I am a member. I got your blog from Joy Humby who you will remember from RCI. Its nice to know some of your old friends are still alive and doing well for the age. Please say hello to your Father for me. I am a Christian and attend Pentecostal church in Yarmouth Nova Scotia. I will pray for your Dad that the Holy Spirit will reveal Himself and he will be gloriously saved and you will all see the family in the heavenlies. Its hard to see family pass without knowing the Lord but we don't speak up when we get the chance and go through life lukewarm. Please tell Dad being a Christian does not hurt and the great load will be lifted from his life. I don't know how he will take this from me but then again if we don't try then we will never know. Thank you for this small favour and maybe we can chat sometime. Phil Stoddard (phillip_patricia

PS Dad goes in tomorrow for 1:30 and his operation will be a 3:30...

Happy Anniversary Pilgrim David

Tuesday, November 30, 2004
50 Years in God's Family
On April 6th, 2002 I celebrated 50 years as a child of God. A half century in God's family. Five decades of knowing Christ as my Savior and Friend. I'd say "Savior and Lord" but He hasn't always been Lord, in my life, sad to say. I can well remember the Sunday morning as a 6-year-old boy when my mother explained God's love to me. We knelt and prayed at the kitchen table and I became a young follower of Jesus. Did I completely understand the decision I'd made? No, but the Holy Spirit did His work and I realized that God had given His Son as a sacrifice for my sin. The pilgrimage hasn't always been easy. The road has had its bumps and detours along the way. But God has been faithful! He has been there each step of the way!

In the midst of life's storms He has been my anchor, my refuge, my lighthouse. A favorite scripture verse has been, "The eternal God is your refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms." (Deuteronomy 33:27) As I look back over 50 years, I'm grateful for the godly influence of Christian parents who led the way.

Even as a boy, the Lord used Christian radio programs like Billy Graham's Hour of Decision and the Back to the Bible Broadcast to encourage me on my journey. Christian visionaries from the past like George Muller and J. Hudson Taylor taught me faith principles that would shape my life. Missionaries like Isobel Kuhn and Jim and Elisabeth Elliot impacted my life through their writings. God has blessed me over the years with faithful Christian friends who stood by me during the good times and the bad.

Looking back, I'm a blessed man. God has lavished His love on me through His Son, Jesus Christ, and allowed me to share His love with a hurting, lost world. Thank you, Father, for reaching down and saving me so many years ago. May my life make a difference in the remaining years that You give me. Thank you! Amen!


Posted by David Warren Fisher at 11:43 PM

1 comments
Stevie B said...
Hey there Mr. Fisher!
My name is Steve Bremner, I don't believe we've "met" but I am from Auburn and know who you are. I stumbled across your blog and as soon as I saw your location in your profile and your description I was like "hey I know this guy". Isn't the blogosphere neat?

Steve
11:55 PM


Dear David....This is my all time favourite of your hundreds of posts from, http://pilgrimscribblings.blogspot.com

Pilgrim Scribblings Celebrates

1429 posts later we are celebrating the 3rd Anniversary of Pilgrim Scribblings.

There have been times when I haven't posted as regularly as I would have liked but when you average it out, there has been more than 1 post per day over these last three years.

The readership isn't as high as I would like but the discipline has been good for me even if nobody drops by to visit or read.

I trust that these scribblings have been a blessing to you and I hope to continue writing as God gives me strength.

Mission

The recent mission trip I went on was very healing for my heart. The Lord graced me with courage to go again after being told (in a condemning way) by some Christians that I shouldn’t go on mission again because I am too weak and emotionally unstable, (because I had a so called “breakdown” over a year ago). By the way, that “breakdown” had nothing to do with going on a mission trip but, rather, everything to do with taking my eyes of Jesus and “sinking” into a pit. It was a hard lesson to learn, but one I believe I learned well. Perhaps these few people were correct in their estimation – purely on human terms I am too weak and unstable (we all are), however, “….with God all things are possible”. God chooses the weak to shame the strong – AMEN! No one, certainly no Christian, should ever think of themselves as strong enough to do any service for the Lord without the Lord Himself providing the strength! That is a dangerous attitude – to go forth on any mission field in your own strength – such foolishness! Satan loves when we get prideful and step onto the mission field (wherever that is) without the amour of God on!

After a time of praise and worship and a teaching about the Lord, we set up the stations: food/water/clothing, medical/pharmacy and prayer. My assignment on this trip was on the prayer ministry team – laying hands on and praying over those who live in the dump. This is something I’m not really used to doing, especially in another culture where I don’t know much of the language. But I’m always willing for the Lord.

Below is part of an email I received this past week from my friend, Magda, who lives in Mexico City. My friend Leo in Ottawa translated the note for me. Magda’s words sum up the powerful time of prayer I experienced with the people living in the dump. One of the key things I “heard” from the Lord as I prayed was; “Thank Me now for the healings I am doing.” In faith I had to thank the Lord before I saw or heard any evidence that my prayers made a difference.

“I want to share something with you, that I believe it's the fruit of your service. The day that we were in the dump, you were in the Prayer Station, praying for the people. I remember you praying with love and compassion over the people of the dump.

One of the people that you prayed over came to me and told me that for a few months she was feeling very sad and depressed, she didn't want to work or do anything else, she did not want to live until you prayed over her, and she felt like a peace and tranquility came over her. She told me that thanks to the prayers she felt that God was giving her the strength to go on in life and that the pain that she had on her body was gone, she doesn't feel pain anymore. Praise be to God! Thank you Julie, because I'm sure you prayed with compassion over this lady and the people of the dump. Thank you for your hands, your mouth and your prayers that were tools for Jesus to reach His people.”

Thank you all Pilgrims who prayed for me!

Little Missionary

Crowded Bed

I'm here in Saginaw, Michigan on a road trip with the Peterborough Petes. This afternoon we had a chapel service in my room. With only three chairs in the room, we had to improvise. In other words, I had to share my bed with 9 other guys.

We had 18 players, two trainers and myself in the room as I challenged them concerning the lives they are writing each day. The handout was entitled "We're Writing Our Story Each Day Of Our Lives...Write Well."

Last night we were in Windsor and tomorrow (Sunday) we're in Sarnia. Tonight the guys snapped their losing streak with a well-deserved win over Saginaw.

Happy Thanksgiving

While we walk the pilgrim pathway
Clouds will overspread the sky
But when traveling days are over
Not a shadow not a sigh

When we all get to Heaven
What a day of rejoicing that will be
When we all see Jesus
We’ll sing and shout the victory!!!!!!!!!




Love Bernie and Terry