Visit to Hell – from Touched By Eternity (Susan Harris)

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 I walk beyond the suburbs in Heaven towards the edge. There are no houses here. Instead, a big, tall double wall with a narrow gap in between falls to a sheer drop way down below. The walls seem to be made of cement and they are the gray color of unpainted concrete. I am reminded of the double walls that guard cities. I look down, beyond the wall, and know instinctively that it is Hell, although I cannot see the details from where I stand. I know that it is mammoth, that it is far more spread out than the city of Paris had appeared when I viewed it from the top of the Eiffel Tower.

As I survey this place of gloom from afar, my second vision begins. I become aware of someone walking beside me and that I am walking downwards. His is a large presence, and I see his shadow. It is similar to the shadow I had encountered in 1998 in the meadow, but I knew that shadow to be the Shadow of the Almighty, as in Psalm 91:1; this time I sense it is an angel. I cannot see him, but I know it through the communication process where thoughts enter my mind that he is dressed in black and is a warrior.

Whereas the large person had walked on my right as we went uphill in the meadow, this person is on my left as we go downwards. Interestingly, the right side is heavenwards, so the warrior is on the left where the danger lurks, to protect me from it. He keeps about half a pace ahead as we descend long, winding steps hewn out of rock. It feels as if we are inside a deep mountain, walking down dozens and dozens of steps in a dark stairway with thick rock walls on either side. The stairway is narrow, able to accommodate two people at most, and it follows the contours of the mountain.

I do not fear tripping because somehow I can see through the darkness, as my sight is also heightened and clear. Like a nocturnal animal I have perfect vision and agility. This is both amazing and interesting, because in the natural I am very cautious of going down steps and always look for a handrail or a person to hold on to. Yet here I am without a handrail in the dark and I am treading down confidently and surely.

The angel of the Lord leads me to a deep abyss. Former atheist, Rev. Howard Storm, describes horrors at different levels of his journey in his book My Descent into Death,1 but thankfully I am not shown those. The knowledge is transmitted to me that I am a visitor on tour. This is a place that I cannot come to alone, because I am a foreigner and do not belong here. I have not asked to see this place, but the tour is being offered to me and the angel is my tour guide. This parallel is easy to understand, because in my travels to foreign countries, and even my native Trinidad, I’ve accessed the services of guides for both security and informational purposes.

As we grow closer to where the angel is taking me, a dark orange glow becomes apparent. It reminds me of Halloween colors and sights I have seen on television. I shrink back, my steps slowing. I hear faint shrieks in the distance that grow to louder wails, as if people are being tortured. The anguish is undeniable. The dark orange glows and glowers. It is spooky and terrifying, and I move closer to the angel as we continue down.

We turn a corner to the left. And I see it.

Hell.

A place of fire just as the Bible describes.

The fire comes in waves, as water rolls in the ocean. Waves of fire. The fire “ocean” looks like an endless, flat surface. The fire waves are gigantic from far off and become smaller as they crash onto the burnt rocky shore with its blackened sand. The fire recedes and surges, surges and recedes, like swash and backwash on beaches. And in it are people, as if they are bathing in the ocean, tossed to and fro by the waves in the fire. They are screaming and many have their arms upraised.

I am extremely familiar with waves and oceans. My native Trinidad is a Caribbean island bounded by four bodies of water: the Atlantic Ocean to the east, the Caribbean Sea to the north, the Gulf of Paria to the west, and Columbus Channel to the south. Churning waters rolling blue and crashing waves with white frothy tips are the norm. They are cool and inviting, awesome and powerful. But Hell is the opposite–tormented and cursed, where the burnt-orange rolling fires are tipped with black.

I stand with the angel on the corner and watch Hell, witnessing the very real suffering of those who mocked the Christian gospel, who rejected the invitation that would have kept them out of the inferno. We do not talk, but there is an understanding that I am not permitted to go any closer. Nor do I wish to go closer.

I don’t know how long we spent watching Hell, because in Eternity a lot seems to happen in a short space of time. I can only extrapolate from my 1998 experience when I was unconscious for three minutes on earth, but saw, knew, and felt so much of Heaven. I also did not know how much time I spent in Heaven this time.

Our time is over. We walk up the stairs to Heaven and I go first with the angel behind me. At that point I came back to reality on earth, full of the dread and horror I had seen of the place prepared for the Devil and his angels. I do not know why I had been chosen for an unsolicited tour, but this would not be my last view of Eternity.

Copyright Susan Harris 2019, 2020

The Pennies in the Locomotive

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 “Do you have a penny from the years when you were a boy?” Mark asked Dan as he placed two coffee drinks and doughnuts on the table.

The tall man shook his head. “I don’t keep a lot of pennies,” he admitted.

All the same, he reached for his wallet in the inside pocket of his red and white coat, and to his surprise, a single penny—Copper—tumbled out amidst other money.

“You’re in luck.” He turned Copper over to Mark, who held it to the light to read the year of its production. It was not as old as the man.

Dan removed the lid on his cup. The red baseball cap he was wearing backwards gave him a more youthful appearance than his sixty-something years of age.

“I just keep a few pennies for fixing things.” This was not a surprise. Mark was familiar with Dan’s expertise as a mechanic, and had heard a story or two of his unique uses for pennies. Mark’s black jacket was in sharp contrast to the orangey-gold walls of the café. The green table top that held their drinks was speckled with tiny black dots, and hollowed out on the dusty pink backrest of their chairs the word Robin’s in cursive letters

“What is the most unusual thing you have fixed with a penny?” the younger man asked Dan. Delighted by his rapt audience Dan answered without hesitation, “The locomotive.” He went on to describe a day in 1997 when he worked as a machinist on the engine of the Canadian National (CN) railway.

The CN is not just Canada’s only transcontinental railway company. Spanning the Atlantic coast in Nova Scotia to the Pacific coast in British Columbia (BC), the CN offers integrated transportation services: rail, intermodal, trucking, freight forwarding, warehousing, and distribution. It also serves fourteen states in the USA, and links not only the east and the west but the Gulf Coast as well.1

The locomotive is the railway vehicle that provides the motive capability for the train. It is powered by diesel which flows through fuel lines connected to injectors. The engine was a 16-cylinder motor that was propelled by sixteen injectors. Each injector had two fuel lines connected to it, giving a total of thirty-two fuel lines.

Each injector also had a nozzle at the tip which controlled the flow of the pressurized diesel. On that day, the nozzle of one of the sixteen injectors was broken. Instead of a managed flow though a thin hole, the injector was gushing a larger quantity of unwanted fuel into the locomotive through its wider, broken nozzle. As the automotive mechanic, Dan’s job was to provide emergency back-up in acute situations, and on that evening, he had to plug the leak. A routine enough job on any day.

The train had left the station in BC and was on its way to its next major stop in Winnipeg, then to its destination in Montreal. All was well as it passed through Alberta, but well into Saskatchewan, the crew on board phoned the station at Melville to say there was a bad fuel leak.

The nozzle must be replaced, or at minimum, the fuel lines must be plugged. If they were plugged the diesel would not flow and the injector would not be flooded.

A quick search revealed that no replacement plugs were housed in Melville, but the necessary part was available at the Winnipeg station in Manitoba. Only at certain terminals in BC, Winnipeg, and Montreal was train maintenance performed, and parts readily accessible. There was no way to get a plug to Melville that night. The leaking injector could not be repaired.

“I was asked to do a temporary fix so the train could get to Winnipeg, but there were no spare units to fix it with,” Dan reminisced. “So I got creative.”

“What did you do?” Mark’s curiosity was heightening. He knew it was well over 400 kilometres to the station in Winnipeg, from Melville, the smallest city in the province of Saskatchewan, located on its eastern side.

 “The circumference of the fuel lines was the same size as a penny, so I unscrewed the nozzle cap of the faulty injector and placed a penny in each fuel line.”

“Did they really fit?” Mark sounded a bit breathless.

“Oh yeah, and then I screwed the cap back in place,” Dan explained breezily. “The pennies plugged the lines and the fuel could not flow into the injector.”

“How could the engine run if the fuel was shut off?” Mark did not quite understand. Dan, who was a bit hard of hearing, asked Mark to repeat the question. As he did, Mark studied Copper as if trying to gauge the diameter of the fuel lines.

Dan explained that the other fifteen injectors were still intact, and could provide enough diesel to move the locomotive.

“I asked the crew to get the injector repaired when they arrived in Winnipeg, and remove the pennies,” he continued, scratching the grey stubble on his cheek before sipping his coffee.

Swallowing the warm beverage, the mechanic stated that he gave the incident no more thought as trains were pulling up frequently at the CN station in Melville, and he was kept busy.

“Did the locomotive make it to Winnipeg?” Mark couldn’t wait for the end. His eyes were translucent pools of green as he drank in the details of this brave feat. His half-eaten doughnut lay cold in its white napkin, like Copper lying next to it.

“Not just to Winnipeg but to Montreal as well,” was the humble reply.

Seeing Mark’s quizzical expression, he added, “It was not until a few days later that I was called to my boss’s office.” Dan grinned. “There were two managers in the office and they were not smiling.”

Though not easily fazed, Dan admitted that he got a bit worried when he realized the ‘big boss’ from Montreal was on speakerphone.

“I had no idea why I was called in,” he shrugged. He had forgotten about his quick fix a couple days before.

It turned out that on arriving at Winnipeg, the locomotive seemed to be running well, so the crew shuttled it off to Montreal without performing any repairs to the injector. Dan’s two pennies set off for an additional two thousand  kilometres on a train with one injector down and a full load of cargo on board.

The Montreal station was a maintenance site, and the locomotive went in for servicing when it arrived. Servicing included checking things like the air brakes, oil, and fuel lines. It was then that the penny plugs were discovered, and the little copper coins, dark and tarnished with diesel, had a black suspicion cast on them.

It didn’t take long for the Montreal office to trace the source of the pennies. This led to Dan’s being summoned before his bosses in the Melville office, and while he was not expecting a ‘thank you,’ neither was he prepared for the query: “Did you sabotage the locomotive?”

“I had to defend what had happened,” the former CN employee recalled. “I told them that there were no plugs available, and we needed to get the train to Winnipeg. I had called ahead to Winnipeg and the crew there verified that they would attend to plugging the fuel lines, or replacing the nozzle. I gave the lines my best shot and plugged the leak with the pennies as a temporary fix.”

In mechanic school Dan had learnt numerous quick fixes, and this one had paid off big time.

“Were you disciplined for the fix?” Mark had visions of grievances and time off work. Even a firing. Fortunately, there were no negative reprisals. Dan’s explanation rang true, and he joked that one of the bosses had shaken his head and said, “Either you are crazy or you are a genius, Dan.” Here the hero of the locomotive paused and sipped his creamy ‘double double’—coffee with two creams and two sugars.

“Did they shake your hand?” Mark asked.

Dan’s humorous reply was, “Not at all, and neither did they give me back my two cents.”

“Why didn’t the Winnipeg crew put in proper plugs?” Mark wanted to know.

Dan’s reply was speculative. “Maybe they did not want to have to explain the pennies, or maybe the locomotive was working as it should.” It was the most courageous story of a penny that Copper had heard, and wished that it was one of the tiny coins that had plugged the line and got the CN to safety. All the same Copper was proud to be a penny.

Proud to be Canadian. Proud of what Dan had done for the national carrier.

Mark was impressed and anxious to hear more, so he questioned the senior gentleman. “Will you miss the penny when it’s gone?”

“Not me.” The cheerful answer was surprising. “I think the penny became a nuisance around 1975 or so. I keep them in my car on the dash and it fills up so quickly. You can’t get anything in 2012 for a penny like we used to when I was a kid. But what I really use the penny for is fixing things.”

It was a bittersweet moment for Copper. A penny could be a hero or a nuisance, or maybe both at the same time depending on someone’s mood.

Mechanic Dan would miss the pennies primarily for their household uses. He recounted to Mark that, in bathrooms and kitchens, he had stopped the flow of water caused by broken lines using a penny to quench the gush. Later, the families would obtain the proper part and the plumber would do his job. He said he chose copper because it bends fairly easily.

“Have you used the penny on farm equipment?” Mark too was raised on a farm, and any advice would come in handy.

Dan leaned back, revealing the red and white checked shirt under his coat as his eyes lit up at another memory. He told of a part in a tractor that had become dislodged. It was the spring that held the clutch in place, and Dan was trying to put it back where it belonged. The heavy steel spring was resistant to pull, and could only be stretched a little. Dan had the idea that if something small was placed between the rings in the spring he would be able to stretch the stubborn steel.

What better to use than pennies! They were the right size and shape, and were available in the right quantities too. Painstakingly, Dan had placed penny after penny between the rings, moving on to another after he had stretched one to its max. Slowly the unyielding steel lengthened, and eventually he was able to clasp the hook into the latch.

“You just have to bend the coil when you’re finished and the pennies will tumble out.” He grinned again and his blue eyes crinkled half shut as he finished the story.

Mark had followed the explanation fully, and made a note to use that knowledge if he ever needed to stretch stiff springs. He asked if there were any more tips for using the penny on equipment.

Dan, who seemed to have the gift that keeps on giving, produced another chronicle. “Once at the farm a hydraulic line in a machine blew and it was letting out too much oil. We wanted to restrict the flow, and not having a washer of the right size, I drilled a hole in a penny and fitted it across the line. It worked perfectly and we never replaced it with another washer.” It seems stopping flows with pennies, be it water or oil, were Dan’s pet uses for the little coin.

“Isn’t it illegal to tamper with currency?” Mark felt sure that it was.

“Oh yes, now I know it is illegal, and I wouldn’t encourage anyone to destroy the coins.” Dan laughed. “Nor should they place pennies on rail tracks so the train can flatten them.”

Copper felt exhilarated to be a penny. The little coin might not be necessary to trade, but it was still desirable for its shape and size, and that felt good.

This chapter is a tribute to “Dan” whose  real name is Bob Lindsay. Bob passed away on April 26, 2020. 

Little Copper Pennies: Celebrating the Life of the Canadian One-Cent piece 1858-2013

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CHAPTER 4

The Pennies in the Locomotive

 

Touched By Eternity on SaskBooks 2019 bestselling list

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Touched By Eternity made SaskBooks bestsellers’ list of 2019

Copies available globally where books are sold – SaskBooks, Indigo/Chapters/Coles,  Amazon worldwide, Barnes & Noble, etc, and on digital platforms.

The review on the SaskBooks website by Shelley A. Leedahl can be read below, or at the link: https://reviews.skbooks.com/touched-by-eternity/

Touched By Eternity: A True Story of Heaven, Healing, and Angels
by Susan Harris
Published by White Lily Press
Review by Shelley A. Leedahl
$19.99 ISBN 9-780994-986948

Rural Saskatchewan writer Susan Harris wears a number of hats. I’ve previously reviewed two of her Christmas alphabet books, but her literary prowess also includes inspirational and nonfiction work. It’s appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, and Sunday School students may have read her biblical literature in class. Outside of writing, Trinidad-born Harris can be found presenting on her extraordinary religious experiences, and hosting an Access7Television series called “Eternity”.

In Touched By Eternity: A True Story of Heaven, Healing, and Angels, Harris explores her greatest passion, Heaven. Indeed, she claims to have an “obsession about Heaven,” and if you read her new book you’ll understand why. In clear, well-written prose, Harris tells the otherwordly story of her three near death experiences, each occasioned by a health crisis, and what she felt and observed on the proverbial “other side”. Add anecdotes about angels, a description of fiery Hell, and a few visions, and you’ll also glean why she’s dedicated her book to “those who long for Heaven”.

Born into a family of “old-fashioned Pentecostals,” it wasn’t uncommon for Harris to attend revivals where people spoke “in tongues,” and the author writes of her own early ability to speak in tongues: “My English words ceased and strange words began to flow from my mouth in a foreign language I had not learned. It was a full-bodied, fluent sound that spouted at first then gushed like a stream from a rainforest mountaintop.” Harris was eleven, and her own daughter spoke in tongues at age four.

The book begins dramatically with a desperate text message to her husband after her teeth began chattering, three days after a wisdom tooth extraction. I commend Harris for her ability to make readers feel they’re in the room as she slowly drags herself from her dining room to a day bed in excruciating pain. It’s 2017, and she’s about to have her second near death experience. She sees “a spectacular castle,” and writes that “The castle is blue, a luminescent, glorious, amazing shade that I haven’t seen on earth. The sides and edges are trimmed with gold …” Heaven. And this is the beginning of the “remarkably ordinary” woman’s drive to share her experiences, and “to carry peace, compassion, and the message that Heaven is gained only through Jesus Christ” to whomever will listen.

One of the angel stories is particularly interesting. After Harris and her husband marry at the Las Vegas Wedding Chapel, they’re walking the Strip and get harassed and followed by a “youth of African-American descent”. Suddenly a large man, “possibly of Mexican descent” with “black shorts that came down to his knees,” appears and the youth halts, “as if he had bumped into something”. Harris later reasons that the protector was an angel.

Many may think of death as the ultimate negative experience, but Harris’s deep grieving for a return to the peaceful “Heaven’s meadow” of her first near death experience – while in her doctor’s office – denotes that it’s anything but.

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Susan H Exceptional Experience at NDERF

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The Near Death Experience Research Foundation (NDERF) is headed by Dr. Jeffrey and Jody Long. They explore NDE science, spirituality, community, inspiration, and hope. My story is featured as an Exceptional Experience.

Below is an excerpt but the full story and interview is found at: https://www.nderf.org/Archives/exceptional.html

4765. Susan H NDE 3/9/2020. NDE 8974. Exceptional Experience. From Canada. Where I am, there is no sense of time. Time as we know it on earth is linear and irreversible. Not in Heaven. There is no dimension to time. All is still. I inhale deeply. I am contented and satisfied in ways I could have never imagined as I absorb this quietude. I have no pain. I have no worries. I do not remember any sorrow. There is no hint of things negative.
NDE due to episode of unconsciousness during very difficult pregnancy (hyperemesis gravidarum).

Review of suspense novel Unknown Enemy

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My interest in Green Dory Inn was piqued when author Janet Sketchley posted some photos of an inn set by the seaside, her research for this suspense novel. The scene was inviting, and my own girlhood days living on an island connected me to this series. Early in the book there is a couple visiting from Saskatchewan, another surprise that endeared me to the book.

I’ve admired Janet Sketchley’s word economy for a long time through reading her posts on social media. Several times she has nailed a word when said adjective evaded me. Anyone who can say much in a few words  is well worth reading. That’s not to say Unknown Enemy lacks details. Far from it. Robins abound on the prairies where I live, so “Staring like a robin listening for a worm” was an effective word picture.  The water in the twin deer hooves was another moment to nod (there are too many to list). How about a cute kitty named Timkin? Sketchley has studied her environment well, and this acumen carries over into the plot and character development. It was interesting to see the list up of suspects grow, and the ultimate resolution which was as satisfying as it was unexpected.

I really appreciated that the “Christian” in the name of the series is indeed Christian. Very early in the book Sketchley introduced the elements of prayer and faith. Coming back to a troubled past is never easy. “Unknown Enemy” shows that the prayer and support of simply one individual can change a life – Anna who prayed for Landon. This concept transcends a novel: it is reality. Ultimately  Landon not only settles a mystery but find her peace as well. Well done, Janet.

Find Unknown Enemy at your favourite Amazon. In the US at https://www.amazon.com/Enemy-Green-Dory-Mystery-Book-ebook/dp/B07FCXPKGB/   In Canada at https://www.amazon.ca/Enemy-Green-Dory-Mystery-Book-ebook/dp/B07FCXPKGB

Learn more about the suspenseful Janet Sketchely at her website https://janetsketchley.ca

 

Nuggets to Spur Faith

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Let not arrogance be confused with faith. Heed the  call to distance. Be responsible. Short term stupidity have long term consequences. (March 23, 2020)

Seasons- a time to be born and a time to die…a time to heal… a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing… Ecc 3. (March 21, 2020)

More concerning than death through a virus is death of separation from God. Life on earth is temporary. Eternity is well, eternal. (March 20, 2020)

Grow your faith as you isolate.
You’re not alone. God is a whisper away. ~ Susan (March 19, 2020)

All things are not good but all things work for good. It challenges to higher, be that prayer or discovery. (March 13, 2020)

Woohoo. Thrive Global with Arianna Huffington featured my response in their newsletter. My trigger was “Look back on a meaningful memory”.

“My joy lies in remembering. I look back to what I call my ‘standing stones.’ I recall a similar situation where I have ultimately triumphed, and I draw from that reservoir. Whether I’m experiencing job loss, an illness, or just struggling to decide what to make for dinner, there’s history on which I can stand with confidence.”

—Susan Harris, television host and author, Yorkton, Saskatchewan, Canada (March 12, 2020)

Hold on to not what the eye sees necessarily but what the heart knows of God. Susan Harris (January 7/20)

The power lies in the small. We eat one bite, move one foot forward, complete one minute. Small changes lead to big results. Susan Harris (January 3/20)

Just as the laws about drinking/ driving, texting/driving are to keep us safe, so too God’s laws – His Word – keep us safe. Susan Harris (January 2/20)

2020- PERFECT VISION.
May your visions, missions, goals and objectives be GOD-ALIGNED.
You fade, HE SHINES.
And may you be blessed accordingly. Here’s to plenty in 2020.
God’s promises outweigh your failures. He picked YOU for His glory. Susan Harris (Jan 1, 2020)

One does not have to wish upon a star when one can request directly from the maker of the stars. Susan Harris (December 31/19) 

The Pharisees of Jesus’ day was always on the lookout to fault Him. Yet they never found immorality with Him. Not with women or men. Does warped minds in present day choosing to depict Him in a rotten movie trump the eye witness account of the Pharisees? NEVER. Susan Harris (December 21/19)

There are mixed opinions on whether what we go through are meant to humble us. Scripture points that it is so. Be it sickness, or pain, or shame, or loss, or poverty, or ill repute, each and every situation humbles us, tests us, and reveal what is in our hearts. Humbleness is the state God wants us at, for it is to the humble that He gives grace. Susan Harris (December 20/19)

Deuteronomy 8:2-4 (NASB) –
“You shall remember all the way which the Lord your God has led you in the wilderness these forty years, that He might humble you, testing you, to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep His commandments or not. He humbled you and let you be hungry, and fed you with manna which you did not know, nor did your fathers know, that He might make you understand that man does not live by bread alone, but man lives by everything that proceeds out of the mouth of the Lord.”

Gifts are at the heart of Christmas. We give gifts and we receive them. Though the concept of gifts appears to originate in the world of retail, it is actually a divine order. God gave us the gift of His Son Jesus Christ. CHRIST- the root word of Christmas. Therein lies the origin. When we receive God’s gift we receive forgiveness. We give Him our hearts. – Susan Harris (December 19/19)

 

Only the Originator of joy can spark it and light it aflame in your life. The Holy Spirit gives true joy. Susan Harris (November 16/19)

“Where will you spend Eternity?” has been the question I’ve asked most over the last year. Usually on Sundays I post a reminder of my television program ETERNITY With Susan Harris. Sometimes, however, the goings on suggest more imminence. Now is such a time. Death redirects us to our own mortality. What comes after death? Where do we go? Is there life after death? And I respond – Life in Heaven or Hell comes after death.

There is only one way to escape the hellishness of Hell, and that is through Jesus Christ. Friend, it is better to have Him in your life and realize that you never needed Him, rather than to realize that you need Him but do not have Him upon death. A simple prayer of faith can bring you in alignment with God the Father, such as: “Dear Jesus, I have sinned and need your forgiveness. I invite you to be my Saviour and Lord. Help me to be the kind of person you want me to be. Thank you for dying on the cross for my sins and for giving me eternal life. Amen.”

Friend, if you prayed the prayer and meant it, Jesus is in your life. I encourage you to join a Bible-believing church where you can fellowship with others and grow in your faith. If internet or television is more convenient for you, tune in and grow in Christ. Read your Bible – the gospel of John in the New Testament is a good place to start (there are free websites such as Biblegateway.com . Pray to God. Ask Him to teach you recognize His voice. Connect with me if you have questions. God loves you. Susan Harris (November 5/19

Some alliances displease God. Jehoshaphat was a good king, yet… Susan Harris (November 1/19)

“After this Jehoshaphat king of Judah allied himself with Ahaziah king of Israel. He acted wickedly in so doing. So he allied himself with him to make ships to go to Tarshish, and they made the ships in Ezion-geber. Then Eliezer the son of Dodavahu of Mareshah prophesied against Jehoshaphat saying, “Because you have allied yourself with Ahaziah, the Lord has destroyed your works.” So the ships were broken and could not go to Tarshish. 2 Chronicles 20:35-37 (NASB)

The hands of the Lord vs hand of man. King David’s choice in 1 Chronicles 21:13b is “please let me fall into the hand of the Lord, for His mercies are very great. But do not let me fall into the hand of man.” Are you facing a choice today? Susan Harris (October 23/19)

“Father God, as we (Canadians) head to the polls to vote for federal leadership, help us to vote for the issues in which we believe, for causes close to Your heart. Let us not be enticed by bribery or reward to cast our votes. Let us not speak ill of those whom we do not support or vote for. Let enmity not come in between those who vote or believe differently. Your word says that the government will be on the shoulders of Christ. Give us leaders who will reverence You and honour Your name through the decisions they make. You know the outcome of this election; empower the Prime Minister-to-be and all leaders with grace and strength to govern us well. Let peace prevail today, and always. Let us be faithful to pray for whoever is chosen and support him/her for You asked us to honour authority. Thank You for being in control. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.” Susan Harris (October 21/19)

 

 

CHRISTMAS WITH SUSAN HARRIS

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I am excited to share with you my first Christmas production. This blog is a repost of one I did for The Word Guild and was already shared earlier in December. Nonetheless, nonetheless I want to keep my articles on my site. Below the video is a timeline of what you can expect, when. There’s also some photos at the end the page. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas to you and yours.

 

0.33 Jesus’ birthday cake

1:25 Kids telling what Christmas means to them

3:34 Riddle

4:08 How to use the Bible

4:56 Meet the Konkel Family Band

5:35 Bible reading on Jesus’ birth punctuated with singing from the Konkel Family

Band

18:03 Kids telling what Christmas means to them

21:25 It’s CHRISTMAS with Susan and the Faith Alive Band

26:00 Story time on Read With Smokey (kids)

38:50 Teens on what Christmas means to them

40:48 Riddles

41:20 Kids telling what Christmas means to them

42:07 Tropical Christmas with Susan and singer Sheila Ann Smith

46:07 Smile Break

46:33 Kids telling what Christmas means to them

48:51 Riddle

49:04 Teens on what Christmas means to them

49:46 Bible reading with singing from the Konkel Family Band

54:29 Kids telling what Christmas means to them

55:13 O Holy Night and the Faith Alive Band

1:00:19 Call to Salvation

1:01:42 Vote of Thanks

1:02:44 Kids telling what Christmas means to them

1:03:35 Closing and Credits

Wishing you a happy and holy Christmas season.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The CP Holiday Train

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It could have easily been a Hallmark movie. 

On the snowy prairies with trees outlined naked against the sky, the Canadian Pacific Railway Holiday Train rolled majestically into small the town of Bredenbury, Saskatchewan on Wednesday, December 4th at 10:15 a.m. The crowd buzzed with joy – excited school children, expectant adults, a dancing Santa, and friendly policemen. It was my first time seeing the Holiday Train in my 22 years living in Canada, and I was as thrilled as the kids.

Me after the show

The goal of the Train is to support the Food Bank. Canadian artistes hold a 30-minute concert (Madeline Merlo and Scott Helman this year) and encourage people to give, for no one should be hungry at Christmas time (or anytime for that matter). A donation of $5,500 was made to the Yorkton Salvation Army by the CP. 

Access7 television (the cable network that airs my show ETERNITY) was present to film the event, and pretty soon an eager bunch of grade six-ers was around me. Everyone wanted to be on TV, and I was asked to interview them. This was super fun. Even the foreign student exchange program  wanted their student to be interviewed. Very cool.

Below is a random video clip and more photos of the  morning, before the train moved on to Yorkton and Foam Lake.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLa4HarPJEs

Madeline Merlo

Scott Helman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

$5,500 being accepted by the Mayor of Bredenbury on behalf of the Salvation Army for the food drive.

 

 

 

 

 

Band members

 

 

 

 

 

 

Santa rocked.

A band member strums his stuff

Decorations up close by day

The Holiday Train – proudly Canadian. Bringing quaint charm to 100 communities throughout Canada.

In Memory of the Hon. Dr. Linda Baboolal

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Photo courtesy Trinidad Express

How often does one get to name the Ag. President of Trinidad and Tobago as a character reference?  I haven’t checked the statistic but I have had that honour. Dr. Linda Baboolal was a referee for my passport (T&T). And it was the last time I spoke to her.

I opened Facebook today only to see that Dr. Linda Baboolal has died. Dr. Baboolal is a physician by profession, a woman of integrity and compassion by nature. I first met her when she attended my youngest brother’s wedding at our home. She was Minister of Social Services then.  She has been like a mother to him, for he raced cars with her husband, Dr. Michael Baboolal, and was a fixture in their home.

Dr. Baboolal is best known for her auspicious career in politics, serving with the People’s National Movement (PNM) party. She carved history in being the first woman to hold the office of President of the Senate in the history of Trinidad and Tobago (2002 – 2007). She  often acted as President of T&T. Dr. Linda was Member of Parliament for Barataria/San Juan from 1992 to 1995. Among her portfolios were Minister of Social Development and  Minister of Health. She was an ardent advocate of health, and women.

The sweetness of Dr. Linda laid in her humility. High rank and accomplishments never shadowed her “down-to-earthedness”. Calling her “Bowjee” or “The Honourable Dr. Linda Baboolal, Ag. President of Trinidad & Tobago” was only a matter of occasion – it did not change who she was. Rather, the character of Bowjee shaped her to care for our nation with true filial love.

Photo copyright TriniView

In 2018 I went down to Trinidad to renew my passport (that had expired a decade ago). Once landed, I was a Canadian alien on my native soil, with no ID to show my citizenship there, no claim to the sand and coconut trees. I had taken Canadian references with me, completely oblivious to the fact that I needed Trinidadian referees whose addresses were on the island. Dr. Michael Baboolal (Linda’s husband and also a medical doctor) had signed my form, so when I had to find referees on the spot to meet the fast track for my passport, Dr. Linda was my choice.

I can still hear the sing-song of our Trinidadian accent as she answered the phone. “Sure, Susan, you can certainly use my name as a reference.” Dr. Linda  then wished me well. I couldn’t have know that it would be my last communication with her on the twin-island republic.

Today, Dr. Linda Baboolal is resting in heavenly peace, healed of the pneumonia that has been stated as the cause of death. My prayers are with her family, her husband, sons and daughters. May the strength she carried to chart a nation, rise to carry them now in her absence. May they live for God so as to reunite in Eternity.

I pray for my brother, sister-in-law, and niece who knew the Baboolals as “family” (and were treated as such.)  They attended many official functions and parties as guests of Dr. Linda.

I pray for our nation that mourns our forerunner, this woman who broke the male-ceiling after decades of independence, the champion of heath and social services that esteemed women, homes and families. Her life gave us women especially the permission to dream, and aspire, and achieve. Living up to the inscription of the Coat of Arms. Perhaps God will permit her to look down from the cloud of witnesses to witness the achievements of  her noble life.

Until I see her in Eternity. With love for Dr. Linda Baboolal.

Susan

Citizen of Trinidad

Trinidad and Tobago

 

 

 

 

 

Fathers – Heroes after God’s Heart

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 We’ll never know how Snow White or Hansel and Gretel’s lives might have played out if their father had echoed the words of the Lord Almighty, “I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters,” 2 Corinthians 6:18 (NIV)

Invariably, the fairy tales have portrayed fathers as dead, absent or weak, giving in to a domineering stepmother (which has indoctrinated a negative stereotype of stepmothers and which is a whole different discussion outside this blog). Barring Beauty and the Beast, the fathers have fallen short badly.  As a result the children suffered.

We still see a number of children neglected and abandoned by fathers, but unlike Snow White, the squirrels and deer have not helped with housework or recreation. Who then have helped? Men of calibre – foster dads, step dads, adopted dads and responsible male figures who have stepped in to feed, educate and heal those boys and girls. In these fine men we denounce the myth of the fairy tales and embrace the wonder of the love of Father God. Through men like these children can understand the abstract concept of Jehoveh Jireh our Provider until they can understand the faith walk for themselves.

Today, June 16, 2019, is Fathers Day.  That biological fathers care for their offspring is duty. Obligation! Holding fast to a responsibility deserves credit.

But men who did not produce children biologically, yet show compassion, and give up their resources to raise other people’s children, are the true heroes. Spiritual fathers of the faith that channel lives to Eternity ranks high here too.

I salute your goodness, your kindness. Your true love. Happy Fathers Day.