Singing In Heaven

One of the things we will do when we get to heaven will be singing.

Isaiah 38:20 "The Lord was ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments all the days of our life, in the house of the Lord."

Beloved we are in the house of the Lord because He was ready to save us when we knew that was what we needed and wanted. And that is the reason for singing. Singing Praises to God.

That is the reason we come to sing to you here. Because Jesus has put a song in our hearts and the song just has to come out.

There is no sound of music in hell. Only in the Lord's house will there be singing and we will be able to sing with joy and we will never stop singing.

Beloved is there a song in your heart today? There can be. Jesus wants to come into your life, into your heart, and give you a song.

There is nothing that pleases the Lord more than to hear His people singing HIS song in His House.

The beat of the world is not pleasing to God, nor to His people. Only the song of songs is the one that pleases Him.

People who live in a land where God is not honored and believed have no song. The Indian in the jungle rain forest has his type of music, the beating of the drum, and the rattle of seeds. Then Jesus comes, and there is music, beautiful heavenly music.

Only a God of Love gives beautiful music.

Beloved wouldn't you like to have a song to sing in the house of the Lord?

Just open your heart, your life to Jesus and let Him come in and take over in your life today.

While we sing Just As I Am, just say to Jesus from your heart. "Jesus, I believe you died for me and are ready now to save me and make me yours. I believe you really died for me and I thank you.

Bill Gibson
Mountain Villa Health Center
05/20/01
El Paso, TX

Jesus Loves Me

Here's a version of Jesus Loves Me written especially for seniors:

Jesus loves me this I know
Though my hair is white as snow
Though my sight is growing dim
Still He bids me trust in Him.

Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
The Bible tells me so.

Though my steps are oh, so slow
With my hand in his I'll go
On through life, let come what may
He'll be there to lead the way.

Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
The Bible tells me so.

When the nights are dark and long
In my heart He puts a song
Telling me in words so clear
"have no fear, for I am near."

Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
The Bible tells me so.

From an article by Cindy Conley
in Insights and Inspiration.

Letter from Gladis - 1953

August 3, 1953
Riobamba, Ecuador

About eight 0'clock we heard a thud and the tinkling of broken glass. Since there was no electricity, we took the lamp to investigate and I had Shirley. We found that some one had thrown a rock at the Scripture verse in the window. It was quite a mess and we were a bit excited.

Later, I put Shirley to bed and she said, "Fraid." So when we asked why, she said "Wock, winno, fraid." No amount of words nor rubbing could make her forget, so I took her in my arms and rocked her and she was quite and soon off to dream land.

Later, we retired and were thinking about all the things that had happened. The electric plant had been damaged by high water, the train has been out for a few days, the folks in Shell are completely isolated and it will take a year to fix the road, washed away by high waters, the whole mission station at Shandia was washed away. The thought came to me of the possibility of thieves entering the house under cover of darkness and besides, we know we are hated.

I remembered that the Lord said in the last days fearful things will happen, including earthquakes. It was four years ago in this same month when the other great quake came. First thing I know, I was worrying about all this and wondering what we would do and we talked it over and decided that what we would do if there was time.

Suddenly, my stomach was a knot of fear, and I prayed. The Lord so graciously answered and reminded me of the verse "Perfect love casteth out fear" and I felt I was cradled in His arms just as I had done for my little girl a while before.

How simple is the trust of a little child, and just so should be our trust in the One who is our Father, Friend, and comforter.

Suddenly in the midst of all my mental activity, Bill asked if I was afraid and I could honestly say no because His perfect love had cast out all fear. Praise His name.

Bill's Talk on Brotherly Love

"Let brotherly love continue."
~Hebrews 13:1

One of the key words
in the life of the believer is the word "let".
"Let the peace of God rule in your hearts," Col 3:15
"Let this mind be in you," Phil. 2:5

In chapter thirteen of Hebrews we have the secret.

The secret of the believer's life.
The secret of the believer's life of service.
The secret of the believer's life of joy.

The word "let" speaks to me of: to loosen, turn on, not hinder. It's what happens when we turn on the faucet and the water runs free. We let the water run. It does it by itself. It comes from an unseen supply. We don't have to force it out, blow it out, push it out, or draw it out. It just flows.

The problem lies in the fact that there are hindrances. A kink in the hose, for example. These must be straightened first to let the water flow. So it is in the life of the believer. It's not the blowing, pushing, drawing, and trying, but in the letting the love for the brethren that is in us flow. Six kinks are mentioned.

Forgetting to be hospitable.
Forgetting to care and share in suffering.
Forgetting to not be critical or judgmental
Forgetting to be content with what we have.
Forgetting to trust.
Forgetting to obey those who led us to the Lord.

"Now may the God of peace... equip you with every good thing to do his will, performing in us through Jesus Christ that which is well pleasing in His sight to whom be the glory forever and ever amen."

~Heb 13: 20,21

It is my sincere desire
that this will be a blessing and a joy to you.
Bill Gibson, February 1983
El Paso, Texas

Chit Chat

The love of God is creative to infinity.

–St. Vincent de Paul

Small ecuadorian monkey named Chit Chat,

owned and loved by the Gibson Family. Ecuador SA 1957

Photo by Bill Gibson

This little monkey was traded for medicine. I think he might be a pygmy marmoset, but I am not at all sure. In the photo, he is sitting on someone’s shoulder, eating a grasshopper. And as you can see, he was very small. We all loved this little guy. He was very sweet and dear. He lived on the back porch, and slept in a doll house my dad had made for me.

He rode on my shoulders almost everywhere I went, loved bananas, insects, and fruit. He was quite a little acrobat and enjoyed showing off for anyone willing to stop and watch.

Best Friends

Where you go I will go...

Ruth 1:16

Shirley Gibson, age 5,
with best friend and constant companion,
Chit Chat.
Macuma Ecuador 1956

This little monkey was traded for medicine, and we instantly fell in love with each other. He rode around on my shoulder almost every moment that I was outside. My mom wouldn’t let me bring him into the house, but he did have a nice little home of his own on our back porch.