Blog 169 for June 27, 2020




Happy Birthday, America


In a few days, we will celebrate the 244th birthday of our great nation. A tremendous way for all of us to celebrate this very special birthday is to pray for our God to save our nation. In my opinion, a mighty move of God’s Holy Spirit to sweep our land from coast to coast and border to border is the greatest need of our day. Our Lord has said what would happen if the born-again people of America would cry out for God’s mercy to fall upon us. There is no greater weapon that we have like the weapon of prayer! I believe the greatest promise for our day, and the challenge we face is the promise God gave to Solomon. What would happen if all of us would cry out for God’s mercy to be extended to us in these last days? The answer is found in 2 Chronicles 7:14.


“If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”


Ladies and gentlemen, there is no greater promise for America from our Lord than this promise! Bess and I are calling on God’s mercy in our devotional time every morning. I am calling on all of you that are reading this blog to join us by claiming this powerful promise from our Lord. It is time for all of us to take our stand. There is no other choice!


Every born-again believer and evangelical Christian should get behind our President. Through God’s providence, he is the leader of the free world. His first term in office has broken every record in the history of America. In spite of some of his speech that does not meet with my approval, we have no other choice. Remember that God used leaders in Bible times that were not Godly leaders to save His people in times of great need. I really believe that God is using President Trump to save America! Have you really thought about what would happen to America if the Democrats get control of the White House and Congress? That will happen if President Trump is not re-elected! He really does need one more term to help to make America as great as it can be! Our Lord is depending on you and me to make a difference in these last days!


Dear Lord, have mercy on America!


Charles Kirby






Blog 168 for June 20, 2020




A priceless treasure my sister Diane and I cherish is of a wonderful dad. He was always looking out for our interest. I can still hear him say, “A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches.” Everyone that knew L.O. Kirby knew he was a man that loved and served God, and that his word was his bond. We knew he was never ashamed of the gospel of our Lord.


My dad was a farmer, carpenter, and a musician. He could make the guitar talk. In his early years, he gave concerts in country area school buildings. They called it back then, “making music.” One of his friends growing up was Eddie Arnold. He begged dad to teach him how to play the guitar and later became a Grand Ole Opry star. He never could outshine dad on the guitar. I have no doubt that my dad could have made it big in country music like Eddie Arnold and the country music stars of his time. He not only had the talent but also the personality. I have often thought about what life could have been like had he pursued that music ability. I am very glad he did not. I really believe God kept him safe and secure under His blood covering. 


My dad loved my mother. I never heard him say a crossword to mother. He was always loving and kind to her. He set a great example for me to be that type of a husband to Bess. I could not have chosen a better example of an outstanding husband. 


My dad was always faithful to his church. He was a tremendous layman that the pastors could always count on. He supported all the pastors over the years. He faithfully paid his tithes and offerings and did manual labor on the church buildings when needed. He laid all the blocks on the brand new church built in my hometown. By the way, the blocks were 12 inches, and he donated all of his time and labor.


As you can see by now, I have had a great model for a dad. At this Father’s Day season I am thanking my Lord for blessing my life with an ideal dad that became a great example for me to follow.


May God help every dad to be a model like my dad!


Charles Kirby









Blog 167 for June 13, 2020






Half a month has passed in my prostate cancer treatment period at Watson Clinic Cancer Center in Lakeland. I have been amazed at the number of people that are taking the same radiation therapy treatment I am taking. Another amazing thing is that it only takes about 10 minutes for each treatment. I lay on my back and let the machines do their work, sending the radiation through my body. I don’t feel a thing, just hear the noise from the machines doing their work. It really is an incredible thing that modern machines today can do! It goes without saying that I am putting my faith in the machines and in my God that gave the invention leading to my healing. I am feeling great with energy and no complications, and am believing and expecting all traces of cancer cells to be removed from my body by my last treatment on July 17. 


Some of you know that I almost decided not to do radiation therapy. I was thinking I had experienced a wonderful life and lived for 82 exciting and victorious years with God’s abundant blessings on my life and ministry. Why do I need to go through the treatment to expel any cancer cells that are remaining from the removal of my prostate 16 years ago this August at Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit? Several people changed my mind. Of course, Bess led the way, along with my son and daughter and grandsons. Two doctors; Dr. Sun, my primary care physician, and Dr. Paryani, my cancer doctor, convinced me that there were cancer cells that needed to be eradicated from my body. Looking back, I am glad I chose radiation therapy.


Watson Clinic Cancer Center is an outstanding facility. Everyone is very kind, gracious, and helpful. There are no complaints, only praise, and gratitude for the care they give to all their patients.


God’s healing stream is flowing through my body!


Charles Kirby 


P.S. - Bess says “Amen!”


Blog 166 for June 6, 2020




One of the most amazing stories ever recorded is that of Gideon in the book of Judges chapters 6 and 7. From my early childhood, I was inspired as my dad would read me this amazing story from our family Bible storybook. My first trip to the Holy Land was an exciting time when I stood on the mount overlooking the valley where Gideon won the victory over the Midianites. Nowhere in the Word of God can we find a better basis to prove the value of one plus God. Gideon’s sword plus God’s sword...Gideon plus plus God. What an army! It is just another way of saying if God be for us, who can be against us? One plus God makes the difference in any situation or circumstance! I want to emphasize three things from this incredible story:



 I remember as a boy in knee breeches, sitting by the radio in my Tennessee country home, listening to Gabriel Heater’s commentary on World War II. We had a very special interest in that war because my first cousin, Adrel, was on the front lines of that war, and one plus God kept him safe through the battle. It was a happy day when he came home alive! My boyhood mental picture of the war heard the harsh rumble of "dead wagons" with their rims muddied in blood, carrying boys away whose last call was for mother. I heard on the news that "quick advance was  made in a surprise attack by American troops." Great battle won, only one man lost, but that soldier was of great value. Now think of things of lesser value than a man and we can still emphasize the value of one. One link in a shingle on a soldier counts in an army, even though he may be a letter is essential to complete the key on the piano is of value to a melody. We underestimate the value of one:


  • Aaron Burr missed being president of the U.S. by only one vote

  • One vote saved President Andrew Johnson from impeachment

  • One vote gave Texas to the United States

  • No society discovered America, but one man, Christoper Columbus

  • Henry Kimball led Dwight Moody to Christ, just one, but he shook 2 continents 

  • Andrew brought Simon to Jesus, just one, but he preached and 3,000 were saved 

  • The undefeatable team...One Plus God!


  • Noah - His life was an unmuddied stream in an ocean of iniquity

  • Joseph - Just one, brought deliverance to a world in a great famine

  • Moses - Just one, with his rod, the seas divided and a nation was born in one night

  • Paul - Just one, rocked the old world with the message of Jesus Christ

  • Billy Graham - Just one, brought millions to the Lord Jesus Christ



God healed my stuttering, stammering tongue in 1958 so I could spend my life preaching all across America and Canada. One plus God has always made the difference through the centuries of time!

  • A lame grandmother brought two packed buses to church to hear the Word of God on a Sunday morning in Virginia Beach, Virginia. I saw it all happen!

Gideon plus God...YOU plus God. What a team! You can make a difference!


May our Lord help us to give ourselves to the Master!


Charles Kirby






Blog 165 for May 30, 2020






Bess and I arrived at our mountain cabins on Sunday evening May 10 at 6:30 p.m. We drove straight through, traveling about 12 hours. Since our short time was limited to 10 days to do all the work that needed to be done prior to my medical appointments in Lakeland, we knew we had to “hit the ground running.” That is exactly what we did before we headed back to Lakeland early on May 21. As you can see we really did nothing but work to accomplish all of these things:


  • 2 grass mowings

  • Trimming tree limbs

  • Put up a new directional sign pointing up Majestic View Way to our cabins. It really looks great!

  • Repaired and stained the deck to Stargazer cabin

  • Ordered a new kitchen window from Lowe’s someone had cracked

  • Cut and shaped bushes that line our lane to the cabins 

  • Cleaned gutter on Snuggled-In-cabin

  • Chose a mower to mow the grass until I can take it over after two months

  • Bess re-arranged pots and pans in both cabins

  • Used the weed eater over and over. It really is a handy machine.

  • Treated the beautiful rose bushes at Stargazer cabins

God gave us the strength and help to make all of this possible in such a short time. We give Him much praise.


We have had four treatments since arriving back home. I feel the prayers of so many people standing in the gap for me during my medical challenge. I am in perfect peace, believing my Great Physician will see me through to complete success. Through the years, His healing stream has flowed through me time and time again. I know this present challenge will be no different than all the rest. I will keep you informed about my progress during my journey. 


By His stripes, I am healed!


Charles Kirby 






Blog 164 for May 23, 2020




My dad taught me some special things about the meaning of Memorial Day through the years. While he honored those that had given their lives for the liberty and freedom of our great nation, he never failed to remember and to honor his parents, along with my mother’s parents during the Memorial Day holiday. It really did make a great impression on me as a young boy growing up.


My grandfather and grandmother Kirby, along with my grandfather and grandmother Bell are buried in the Pleasant Springs Methodist Church cemetery in the Deanburg area of West Tennessee. My dad never let the Memorial Day season pass without making sure all four of the graves were cleaned of all weeds and looked nice for the season of remembrance.  Every year I would go with him and help to make the graves really look good. He was always very proud of his work and counted it a wonderful honor. My dad would remind me every year that we did this to honor their memory and to show our respect for all of them. It really did impact my life through the years.


A few years ago Bess and I traced my steps back to my old country home area in the hills of West Tennessee. It goes without saying that so much had changed through the years. I was anxious to stop by Pleasant Springs Methodist and walk through the old cemetery. It was thrilling to see that both of them really did look great. It was like standing on holy ground as I stood by the four graves of my grandparents. All four of them were godly people that really loved the Lord. I remember seeing both of my grandmothers shouting down the center aisle during the August big meeting week. It was wonderful that the graves looked good because all the cemetery had been freshly beautified. 


Memorial Day through the years has remained to be a very special day for me. Perhaps now you can see it all goes back to the example and training of my dad. I challenge all of you to remember and to honor those that have made a great impression on your life at this Memorial season of the year. Remember! We only pass this way but once.


Count your many blessings and see what the Lord has done!


Charles Kirby 






Blog 163 for May 16, 2020



Bess and I have made our way to the Smoky Mountains for a short stay before I begin my radiation treatments in Lakeland at Watson Clinic Cancer Center. The last six months have passed very fast, just like vapor. During this time we have used our condo in Imperial Lakes as our headquarters. For the past 16 years, we have been blessed with this wonderful home. We have loved the location on the 18th tee of the Imperial Lakes Country Club, located on a cul-de-sac with two canals in the back. We are entertained with a variety of birds and gators from time to time. Since the condo has over 2,700 square feet, it is much larger than we need with 4 bedrooms and 3 full baths.  Even though we have loved it, we are praying about selling it and finding something smaller. It will be hard to give up the beautiful views and privacy that we enjoy.


It is hard to believe that the month of May begins the third season since we retired from pastoral ministry. We have really enjoyed the last two years being “snowbirds” from May to the middle of November. Through God’s providence, we were able to purchase our two mountain cabins in September of 2005. Since then we have become small business owners by putting the cabins on the rental market. Bess does most of the work involved with the rentals. My work is on the outside, mowing grass, trimming trees, staining two large decks, cleaning gutters. and many other maintenance challenges on our almost two acres of property with many beautiful trees. 


Bess and I have been blessed with two record-breaking years of cabin rentals for the last two years. We were off to another great year when the CORONAVIRUS made its entrance. It goes without saying that we are trusting the help of our Lord for the last half of 2020 and beyond. We have had great renters through the years, giving us 5-star ratings and many repeats. Everyone loves our secluded, fabulous location with tremendous mountain views. We are forever grateful to our Lord for this incredible provision. It really is a wonderful blessing in our retirement. 


Bess and I are very grateful for our great neighbors, Steve and Jana Johnson. They live at the end of Majestic View Way, just above our dead-end lane to our cabins. Steve is a lay preacher and has been very helpful to us through the years, and especially in recent days. Compassionate and helpful friends are a priceless treasure!


Praise God from whom all blessings flow!


Charles Kirby







Blog 162 for May 9, 2020






In this blog, I am honoring three wonderful mothers that have richly blessed my life. It goes without saying, life for me would be totally different without these three.


The first is my mother, Dorthy Pauline Bell Kirby. She walked with me and prayed me through those years of defeat from an inferiority complex, due to a stuttering, stammering tongue. Every school day when I would come home crying because my classmates would laugh at me and scorn me because of my stuttering, my mother would continually say, “Charles Lee, God is going to heal you in His time!” It was God’s time when I was 18 years of age! This amazing miracle all goes back to the unwavering prayers and faith of my mother. She really taught me to have faith in God, and to dream big. My mother is responsible for me adopting Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” as my favorite Scripture.


The second mother I am honoring at the annual Mother’s Day season is my wonderful wife, Ferial Bess Pearson Kirby. God knew I would need a woman of unblemished Christian character, and Godly devotion to walk with me in the pastoral ministry for 56 years. Through the years of college, my Lord preserved Bess for me, and we became husband and wife on August 19, 1960.


It goes without saying that any success we have enjoyed in our ministry through the years, Bess has played a major role. She has left her mark on every church and church family until every congregation, to this day, continues to say, “Bess Kirby is the best pastor’s wife we have known.”  The Godly influence and a life of holiness have helped to mold the character of our two children, Chuck and Micki, and four grandsons. Their love and respect for her is a wonderful experience to witness. It really does make me happy! Bess would be quick to say, as I have said about my mother, that Drudie Mildred Morgan Pearson, her Godly mother’s influence helped to shape and mold her also. 


The third mother I am honoring is my daughter, Micki Cheri Kirby Luetkemeyer. It is very thrilling to witness the impact of the Godly influence of Bess on Micki’s life. It really does make this dad and grandpa a happy man! Micki has a heart for God that challenges her to be involved in a Bible-believing great church, where she sings in a music worship group. I am extremely happy that Micki is married to a Godly husband that is a tremendous example of a Christ-follower!


May our dear Lord bless every mother that reads this blog!

Charles Kirby 








Blog 161 for May 2, 2020




Almost half of the year 2020 is here. All of us say it over and over again, where does the time go? The month of May has always been one of my favorite months of the year. When we have lived in other states than Florida, it has usually been a wonderful break in the weather that I have loved, especially when we have lived in the midwest.


Two big features of May are Mother's Day and Memorial Day. It is my joy and privilege to honor both of these days. In this blog, I am thinking of Mother’s Day, and especially the mother of my children. Through the years I have reminded Charles Jr. and Micki how tremendously blessed they have been by our Lord to have providentially been given such a Godly, beautiful, inside and outwardly, mother.


A preacher friend of our family, member of our church in the ’80s, and a gifted poet dedicated the following poem to Bess that I rediscovered recently from our files:


                                      She’s a lovely little lady

                                      With a smile that warms your heart

                                      Born of goodness, love, and loveliness

                                      And of deep concern apart.


                                      Her beauty soon enhances you

                                      As you see her smiling face,

                                      Reflecting God and holiness

                                      Sustained by heaven’s grace;


                                      She loves her church and people

                                      And shares their every care,

                                      Wherever there’s a needy one

                                      She is ready with a prayer.


                                      She sings and heaven beacons

                                      The glory hovers near,

                                      You feel the grace of Jesus

                                      And shed a joyful tear.


                                      She is on the way to heaven

                                      To join the Angel choir,

                                      To make the chords of heaven ring

                                      For eternity’s long hour;


                                      And when I get to heaven 

                                      And find my home and place,

                                      And look the choir over

                                      To see her smiling face.


                                      Who is this lovely lady

                                      I think you need not guess;

                                      She is the darling of the parsonage,

                                      And her first name is Bess


                                     Put together by George Talbert

                                     In all sincerity


Don’t forget...Our God will supply all our needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus!


Charles Kirby 



Blog 169 for June 27, 2020


Dangerous Darkness!

Fiery Trials!

Engulfing Waters!

Sinking Sand!


The good news is that the sorrows of this time in our history may rise to an extraordinary height, BUT the LORD is equal to every occasion.  Whew! That’s shouting ground! Listen to these Scriptures from God’s Holy Word.


 “When you pass through the waters I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fires, you shall not be burned, nor shall the flame scorch you.”

(Is. 43:2) 


“He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings, you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler.”

(Ps. 91:4).


The bad news is all this rioting in the streets and destruction of property, all this present trouble in our nation, all the apparent hatred for our President, the unnecessary, and tragic killing of George Floyd, the calls for defunding the police, the coronavirus and all the quarantines, no church assembly, the heavy hurt the black race is still carrying after all those bygone years of slavery, etc.; everything seems topsy turvy. Have I left out anything??? And this has not included the serious, unexpected issues that affect families on a daily basis, such as sicknesses, death, jobs, paychecks, etc.


I don’t know about you, but all this trouble and sorrow get to me, to my emotional state.  It gets me “down." It can lead to depression. It can blind us to God’s amazing...! It can make us feel like our country is too far gone. It screams “hopeless." Sometimes the light that “shineth more and more unto the perfect day” is eclipsed from our eyes. We’re walking in the dark.  What are we to do when circumstances threaten to engulf our life with pain and confusion?  Well, for sure, we need a shelter. Remember that hymn, “A Shelter in the Time of Storm."


Verse one says,

 “The Lord’s our Rock in Him we Hide, a Shelter in the time of storm; Secure whatever ill betide, a Shelter in the Time of Storm."


Verse 3 says, "The raging storms may round us beat, a Shelter in the Time of Storm, we’ll never leave our safe retreat, a Shelter in the Time of Storm."


Psalm 91:4 says,

 “Under His wings, you will find refuge." The songwriter said it this way:


“Under His wings, I am safely abiding. Tho’ the night deepens and tempests are wild, still, I can trust Him; I know He will keep me.  He has redeemed me and I am His child.”


Verse 2 says “Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow! How the heart yearningly turns to His rest! Often when the earth has no balm for my healing, there I find comfort and there I am blest. Under His Wings…..Safely abide forever.”


Oh, the wonderful peace and security of the heaven-bound pilgrim.  Floods cannot drown him, nor fires burn him.  Danger can’t control him, nor the shifting, sinking sand destroy him.  He can hide under God’s mighty wings. You and I are so much bigger than our woundedness and our broken hearts.  God’s presence is the protection of His saints from the perils of the road.  Oh, what a Savior we serve!


I’m still singing, “My God Will Always Be Enough."  Enjoy both of these YouTube videos, “He Will Pilot Me” by the Bill and Gloria Gaither group, seven years ago, and “Under His Wings,” sung by the SE Samante Acappella Choir. 












Blog 168 for June 20, 2020



Father’s Day, the 3rd Sunday of June

June 21, 2020


Let me start off my blog today with a series of tributes to some very special men.

(1.) Happy Father’s Day to Charles, the superlative Dad to our two wonderful children, Chuck & Micki, and a great Grandad to our 4 wonderful grandsons, Kyle, Cody, Michael, & Chase.

(2.) Happy Father’s Day to Chuck, our favorite son.

(3.) Happy Father’s Day to Bob, our favorite Son-in-law.

(4.) Happy Father’s Day to Fred, my favorite brother.

(5.) Happy Father’s Day in Heaven to three favorite men; my Dad, Gus Pearson, Charles’ Dad, Olen Kirby, and Robert, my favorite brother-in-law.

(6.) Happy Birthday to Chase, our favorite 4th Grandson on his 21st birthday, June 20.


Let me tell you some things about my Father. I always knew he loved me. He worked hard; even several jobs. He didn’t always live the Christian life, but he grew up in a mighty fine home.  His mom, my grandmother, was a shouting saint of God.  My dad knew the way; and at a special time, he came back home to God; and what a difference it made. I loved my Father so much. He, my Mom and sister, Mildred, are waiting for the rest of us to make it home to Heaven.  What a day that’s going to be.  I am honored to be one of Dad’s 4 children.


My Dad was the 3rd child born to Edd & Mattie Pearson. He was the 3rd in a family of 10 children. His family lived on a cotton farm; even had a business in the small town.  His Mom was a devout Christian. She started a Sunday School Class in her home out in the country.


My Dad was a printer by trade for many years, working in the Newspaper office.  He became a businessman, owning a grocery store.  Later he worked in politics becoming a Justice of the Peace in our county.  He accomplished much in his life, being on the local school board and being selected in 1956 as one of the many Colonels for Mississippi Governor Coleman.  You may ask, what is a Colonel? The dictionary says,...a commissioned officer ranking below a brigadier general and above a lieutenant colonel. In the picture, my dad is on the front row, the 4th colonel to the right from the Governor, who is in the center of the front row, without a hat.



I remember when he and Mom went to Jackson, MS for the big inauguration and gala event.  My Mom, a great seamstress, either made her own gown or had it made.  I remember it well because I got to wear it a few years later when in college, I was invited to the formal Valentine Banquet at Trevecca Nazarene College by one, Charles Lee Kirby. I loved wearing it. And loved my date!!! See the picture.


While my Dad was not focused on being a devoted follower of Christ in our early family years; there came a time when he committed his all to Jesus and became that devoted disciple. Having grown up with a godly mom, he knew the way.


My Father (and Mom) worked hard, sending their 3 girls to college; paying for their education so that we had no debt when we finished. My brother went into service and hopefully, the military paid for his education.

I honor my Father today and every day and one day I’ll see him and Mom again, in “the city where they need no sun”. I love you Dad!  Thank you for loving us all; for working hard; for facing the challenges of each new day, and for keeping on keeping on.  See you when God calls me home. 










Blog 167 for June 13, 2020



The American Flag


Among the June holidays is Flag Day on June 14th.  On this special day, we commemorate the adoption of the June 14, 1777,  flag of the United States, by resolution of the second Continental Congress.  Then in 1916, President Woodrow Wilson issued a proclamation that officially established June 14 as Flag Day. U.S. President Calvin Coolidge recommended in 1924 that the day be observed by the nation, but stopped short of issuing a national proclamation. Then in 1949, National Flag Day was established by an act of congress.


I love the flag. I hope you do too.  I enjoy saying the pledge.  Say it with me. 


“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”


Let me add that I love this country.  I love the symbols of liberty.  On a recent trip to New England and Canada, we were overjoyed to see in New York Harbor, the Statue of Liberty, which stands for liberty for you and me.  I’m so proud to be an American; I HONOR OUR FLAG and the Statue of Liberty; I love the fact that our country was founded on Judeo-Christian principles; I’m glad that there is a church on almost every corner; glad the churches that were closed due to the coronavirus, are being opened now; glad that multitudes of Americans put their trust in God.


As you hang your American Flag out, June 14th, think about our history and how righteousness exalts a nation.  Pray for our wonderful country.  The present war we are fighting is not between Republicans and Democrats, but between good and evil. If there ever was a time to be in prayer for our country, it is NOW!  Join Charles and me in prayer for our nation

Please enjoy this YouTube video of Ivan Parker singing “Statue of Liberty” by Neil Enroe. ​​​​​​










Blog 166 for June 6, 2020






“We’re gonna’ walk on and just say yes. When God has another plan, we are assured that He knows best...when all our dreams are shattered, we will rest in His sufficient grace.  We don’t have to understand when God has another plan.”  This great encouraging song was written by Daryl K. Williams and Amy Sue Keffer.  The second verse says this.


  “Alone and broken hearted, questions fill your mind.  Changes can be hard that come by God’s design.  But if you could see tomorrow with a view from Heaven’s Throne, every unexpected struggle has led you closer home.”


Oscar Hammerstein & Richard Rogers wrote this beautiful song.


 “You’ll Never Walk Alone.”  “Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart; and you’ll never walk alone. You’ll never walk alone.  Walk on through the wind. Walk on through the rain, tho’ your dreams be tossed and blown.  Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone,  you’ll never walk alone.”


And how could I ever forget that great hymn of yesteryears.


 “I Will Not Forget Thee.”  Not sure of all the lyrics. “I will not forget thee, nor leave thee.  In my hands, I’ll hold thee.  In my arms, I’ll fold thee.  I will not forget thee nor leave thee.  I am thy Redeemer.  I will care for thee.”


Needless to say, we are casting all our care on Jesus, because He cares for us.  Tho’ we’ve shed some tears on this journey, we are singing as we go along life’s way, praising the Lord! Enjoy this YouTube video, “When God Has Another Plan” sung by the Greens (9 years ago) or enjoy this one, “You’ll Never Walk Alone” by Celtic Women.













Blog 165 for May 30, 2020



Songs in the Night; Rough Weather; Strong Faith


“Streams in the Desert” is one of my favorite devotional books! I’ve loved it for years. In one of Mrs. Charles Cowman’s devotionals, she wrote of “all-weather faith.” Acts 27:25 says, “So keep up your courage, men, for I have faith in God…..” Do you or do I have an all-weather faith?  Do we live daily with that all-weather faith?


Psalm 46 says it this way, “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.  Therefore we will not fear, though the earth gives way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging..


Do you remember that great old hymn of old,


“God Will Take Care of You”?  Listen to these words, these lyrics. “Be not dismayed whate'er betide. God will take care of you.  Beneath His wings of love abide; God will take care of you. Through days of toil when heart doth fail, God will take care of you. When dangers fierce your path assail, God will take care of you. All you may need He will provide, God will take care of you; Nothing you ask will be denied, God will take care of you. No matter what will be the test, God will take care of you. Lean, weary one upon His breast, God will take care of you."  (Then shout out the chorus) "God will take care of you; through every day, o’er all the way. He will take care of you. God will take care of you.”


One songwriter entitled her song, “Let’s Talk About What God Can Do.” She started verse one this way; “You can sit around and talk about the stormy weather”; and she ended verse one this way; “Or you can talk about what God can do.”


So answer this question for me today. Are you (Am I) able to smile at the storm, being confident that Christ is in your (my) vessel?  Our Savior can solve every problem. He will take care of us. Enjoy the YouTube by a Mennonite Choir, 8 years ago singing “God Will Take Care of You.”             


We’re smiling at our storm. 








Blog 164 for May 23, 2020


LeConte Center, Pigeon Forge, TN




This song by Mosie Lister describes our day.


“We woke up this morning feeling fine.  We woke up with Heaven on our mind. We woke up with joy in our souls, 'cause we knew the Lord has control…”

“We knew we were walking in the light, ‘cause we’d been on our knees in the night and we prayed till the Lord gave a sign, and now we’re feeling mighty fine.”


This Gaither song tops it off.


“Oh, what joy to walk this way. We follow nail-pierced footprints all the way; and tho’ the end of where we’re bound we may not see, we choose to place our trust in Calvary. Our faith still holds on to the Christ of Calvary. Oh, blessed Rock of Ages cleft for us.  We gladly place our trust in things we cannot see. Our faith  still holds on to the Christ of Calvary.”


Guess what?  I feel another song coming on...a great old one by Jennie Wilson and F. L. Eiland, “Hold to God’s Unchanging Hand.”


“Time is filled with swift transition; Naught of earth unmoved can stand; Build your hopes on things eternal; Hold to God’s unchanging Hand.  (chorus) Hold to God’s unchanging Hand. Hold to God’s unchanging Hand. Build your hopes on things eternal; hold to God’s unchanging Hand. Trust in Him who will not leave you; whatsoever years may bring; If by earthly friends forsaken, still more closely to Him cling.” (Then repeat the chorus.)


Have your spirits been lifted today?  I hope so. 'Cause, I’m feeling mighty fine!  Enjoy the YouTube, Mark Trammell Quartet, singing, “My Faith Still Holds” at the LeConte Center in Pigeon Forge, TN in Nov. of 2017.                 









Blog 163 for May 16, 2020



Hi Everybody!!!


I’m so glad that I grew up in a music-loving, singing family. My Dad, my Mom, my siblings and I, all sang; and, most of us played instruments. In fact, when my Dad met my Mom, she was playing the piano at an evening revival meeting, in the Hickory Ridge community at the small school where she was teaching.  Already, it sounds like God placed me in a great home.


One sister took piano lessons in her early elementary years, and soon became known for her outstanding piano playing.  She played the piano at family gatherings, church functions, and anywhere there was a piano; also in her local church during her married life, until God called her home.  She also sang.   In fact, she, another sister, and I formed a trio and sang in those growing-up years.


Another sister plays the piano when her church needs her. Although she never took piano lessons, she did take band lessons, playing both the French Horn and the Tuba.  She still sings solos in her local church at age 84, listens to music, and often uses the lyrics to a favorite gospel song in her presentation of the Sunday School lesson at church.


My brother loves music, has sung bass in quartets for many years in the Arkansas area, and occasionally sings with Gwendolyn and me when we are home in Mississippi.


And I, having been a Pastor’s wife for 56 years, have played the piano, the organ, led the choir, sang solos, sang in mixed groups, sang in church choirs, in concerts, played one piano among a group of 10 pianos (sometimes less) for several years around July 4th in big concerts, called STRINGS OF GLORY, in Indianapolis, IN, and Melbourne, FL, under the direction of Jody Postin, and later Paul Pitts. You know, sometimes when you are a Pastor’s wife, you just do what’s needed. Anyway, I’ve always loved music.  In my High School years, I did take piano and voice lessons and played the Bell Lyre in the Band.  Also, sang a solo in our Senior class play.  In college, I also took voice and piano lessons, several music classes, even sang  & traveled all over the Southeastern Zone with the College choir for most of my years there.  Why, I’ve even taught private piano lessons for many years, mainly to children and had Recitals. There’s just something about music that cheers you, lifts you, lightens the load, and puts a smile on your face.

Now the Pearson/Kirby union is not musically one-sided.  Charles’ Dad & Mom were musical.  They both sang, she playing the accordion. He also lead congregational singing.  He played the guitar, even taught Eddie Arnold how to play; and he sang solos around the area at night in school buildings.  At an early age, Diane, Charles’ sister was given piano lessons.  She’s quite the pianist and singer.  She has even had her own singing group and traveled from church to church giving concerts; while Charles’ claim to music fame is singing duets with me and his love for quartet music. He has been a promoter of Gospel Music for many years. 


So the point of my musing is that “Music is a healing balm."  So bring on the music.  Read these lyrics by Annie Johnson Flint and be blessed.


“GOD HATH NOT PROMISED skies always blue, flower-strewn pathways all our lives through.  God hath not promised sun without rain, joy without sorrow, peace without pain. BUT GOD HATH PROMISED, STRENGTH for the day; REST for the labor; LIGHT for the way; GRACE for the trials; HELP from above; unfailing SYMPATHY; undying LOVE.”


How about these lyrics written by Tim Hill.


“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO DESERVE ALL THIS, curse God and die. What advice for a man who had trusted God most of his life.  Then Job speaks as he stands among a broken down domain; in the midst of it all, I will stand and not fall and bless His name.  IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL; IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL; I’VE FOUND HOPE THAT WILL NEVER LET ME FALL.  JESUS HEARD MY CALL, AND BY ME STOOD TALL; AND IN HIM, I STAND COMPLETE IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL.” 


          Singing I go along life’s road, praising the Lord! 











Blog 162 for May 9, 2020





What a name!  What a concept!  What a need!  What a blessing! 

Charles and I both had Godly Mothers.  We are so thankful for our raising. Our mothers might have made some bad decisions or chose some less than perfect actions, like us all; but they did the best they could to raise us right.  And we can say, as their children, “You did great, Mom. Thank you.”


I was SOUTHERN RAISED. Do you have any conception of what that means?  Well, it meant to us that our parents were God-fearing; that they went to church.  They believed in the Bible and endeavored to live by it. They were family-orientated; that is, they were charged to be disciplinarians, to teach their children to love God, to be respectable citizens, to study hard, to be obedient, and to make something of ourselves.  Our parents were  Country patriots.  They loved America and stuck by America.  I followed in my mother’s footsteps, becoming a SOUTHERN RAISED Mother, just ask Chuck and Micki.


There’s a lot to be said concerning being Southern Raised.  Here are some of the disciplines, in no particular order.


  1. You obey your parents.  No sassing! No talking back.

  2. You say “yes ma'am” and “no ma'am."

  3. You say “Thank you."

  4. You listen to your teachers at school.

  5. You study hard; make good grades.

  6. You go to church; you dress-up and dress modestly; you live good, clean, moral lives. Don’t chew gum in church.

  7. You help with the family chores.

  8. You eat everything on your plate.

  9. You hold your head up; look people in the eye.

  10. You hold your shoulders up.

  11. You go to college; make something of yourself.

  12. You make your parents proud.


Oh, my, I could go on and on...but instead, let’s move on.  For disobedience, there was discipline.  My parents believed in spanking; although, discipline could take many forms.  Sometimes it included going to the principal’s office, standing in a corner, taking a privilege away, being taken out to the woodshed, given “licks,” whippings, getting your own switch, a hand swat on the buttocks, even school officials or extended family members reporting our wrongdoing to our parents...Anyone of these would curb us quickly.


I thank God for my parents.  I appreciate what they went through raising four children, and living through the great depression.

I sincerely believe that Mother’s children, Gwendolyn, Mildred, Bess, & Fred,



have made something of themselves; have made her proud.  All her children rise up to call her blessed. Gwendolyn loves God, has served Him her complete adult life as a teacher, and for a period of time, served Him on the Swaziland mission field at Manzini High School; Mildred, (deceased) loved God and served Him as a school teacher and in the music field in her local church; Fred loves God and serves Him as a Bible teacher and businessman. He and Gwendolyn went back to Africa to help build the African Nazarene University, located in Nairobi, Kenya. (Look it up on the internet, or click here, and see lots of good pictures); and I love God and have served Him in ministry partnership with Charles for 56 years.  We all rest in the fact that Mom and Dad are honored with our lives.  To God be the Glory, great things He has done.


Charles’ precious Mom is likewise honored by both Charles (having been in the preaching ministry about 60 years) and Diane (a sweet servant of Jesus, having been through the fire) standing tall and blessing His name.


I am honored today by the lives of my precious children, Chuck and Micki, their spouses and children; and I’m proud to have been a Southern Raised Mother.    










Blog 161 for May 2, 2020



Watson Clinic Cancer & Research Center


Charles and I chose this Cancer Center because we’ve been going to Watson Clinic for many years to our primary care doctor. It just seemed the natural thing to do.  Neither Charles nor I want to drive an hour and a half each way, daily, M-F for treatments.  Tho’ we have a new (to Watson Clinic Cancer Center) Radiology Oncologist, Dr. Nitesh N. Paryani, he is NOT WITHOUT Board Certified Credentials. He is from Kansas City, I believe. While we could have gotten a second opinion, we chose not to. We are just always praying for our great medical team; and, praying that we can be a joyful witness to them all.


Let me tell you a little about the Clinic.  It was opened in 1941, and, it has been treating cancer patients for many generations.  The Watson Clinic Cancer & Research Center was eventually opened in 2003.  It has one of Polk County’s largest teams of cancer care specialists.


The Cancer & Research Center is an accredited facility.  They have won commendations and awards. The resources made available right here in Polk County at Watson Clinic’s Cancer & Research Center are a caliber usually reserved for only the largest metropolitan areas.  They offer immediate access to the most advanced cancer imaging & treatment technologies available.  They supplement the patient’s care with soothing guidance, empowering education, and emotional support.


The Cancer Center has achieved a reputation and level of distinction unrivaled in our region; and is one of an elite group of freestanding Cancer Centers in the nation to be accredited by the American College of Surgeons Commission on Cancer, as well as Florida’s only facility to receive the 2016 OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENT AWARD.


They bring world-class treatments, comprehensive care, and the most diverse resources directly to patients in Polk County and beyond. Charles & I are so glad that our medical team at Watson Clinic Cancer & Research Center has chosen to go alongside us through every step of our cancer journey.  Hope this information about the Cancer Center has encouraged you.