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Note: Years ago, it might have been the early 90's, I watched a TV special, a Danish film, which intrigued me because it featured life in a little coastal community of sand dunes with grassy hummocks that turned out to be houses of the type you would expect hobbits to inhabit, not human beings! The era seemed to be the 1990s, early in the century, yet this spot seemed a kind of Brigadoon, lost in its own little world, utterly unknown to the wider world. How odd to live in such dwellings! Yet how practical, as the houses suited the savage, primitive terrain, which was storm-plagued and inhabited by thrifty, hard-working fishermen and small tradesmen who somehow scrabbled together a bare-bones living in the most inhospitable setting for civilized society imaginable.

Into this far-away and forgotten nook or cranny of northern France or Denmark crept a strange young woman, French, seeking shelter and a means of living. House servants were extravagances and not needed naturally unless you had the means to afford them room and board for their work; in this primitive a hamlet, of course, most people could not afford that much. But two elderly sisters could, and they took her in. She was taught their ways and cooking, and she settled in to the strange new world she had adoped as her own, and would have been forgotten entirely and died there but she did a most unaccountable thing. The film is about what she did that was so remarkable, it is so remarkable indeed, that I never forgot the film to this day, so when I came across the daily devotional reading by chance today, I had to think God had a hand in it, for it was point on regarding the message of the Bible Memorial/Heritage DVD video!--Ed.

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"A Feast of Love" by Amy Peterson, OUR DAILY WORD, Oct. 2020 Issue:

In the Danish film "Babette's Feast", a French refugee appears in a coastal village. Two elderly sisters, leaders of the community's religious life, take her in, and for fourteen years Babette works as their housekeeper. When Babette comes into a large sum of money, she invites the [pious] sisters' congregation of twelve to join her for an extravagant French meal of caviar, quail in puff pastry, and more.

As they move from one course to the next, the guests relax; some find forgiveness, some find love rekindled, and some begin recalling miracles they'd learned in childhood. "Remember what we were taught?" they say. "Little children. love one another." When the meal ends, Babette reveals to the sisters that she spent all she had on the food. She gave everything--including any chance of returning to her old life as an acclaimed chef in Paris--so that her friends, eating, might feel their hearts open.

Jesus appeared on earth as a stranger and servant, and He gave everything so that our spiritual hunger might be satisfied. In John's gospel, He reminds His listeners that when their ancestors wandered hungry in the wilderness God provided quail and bread (Exodus 16). That food satisfied for a time, but Jesus promises that those who accept Him as the "bread of life" will "live forever" (John 6:48, 51). His sacrifice satisfies our spiritual cravings.

Hoqw has God satisfied your hungwer? What might it look like for you to give sacrificially?

Jesus, thank You for giving Your body and blood for us.

Today's Bible Reading, John 6:47-59.

PLEASE SHARE THIS STORY ABOUT A GREAT-HEARTED FRENCH WOMAN WHO TAUGHT A WHOLE VILLAGE THE MEANING OF GIVING FROM THE HEART., AND WHO SO BEAUTIFULLY PORTRAYED THE LIFE AND MISSION OF JESUS, OUR GREAT, SACRIFICIAL REDEEMER.

Part II:

"Beautiful Faces, Beautiful Smiles,"

by Ron Ginther


Beautiful faces, beautiful smiles,

the faces of loved ones--

greet me over the miles.

There's Grandma's and Grandpa's,

and my Mother's so dear--

I know she is proud of me,

I see joy in her tear.

I'm still walking their Pilgrim Road,

just a few steps each day.

But by the Word I keep to the straight way.

Sometimes I fall down and I weep,

that day all I can do is crawl or creep.

How many times that has been,

I cannot tell!

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People just see me up and walking,

they don't see it's Christ alone in me.

But no matter, there's a few saints who

come along aside,

and make a prayerful plea.

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Beautiful faces, beautiful smiles--

let others take the low road

and kill on Black Friday for the latest styles.

These rocks and thistles--

oh, they hurt, and they give pain,

but there's beautify, enless joy,

just ahead that I'll yet gain.

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Beautiful faces, beautiful smiles--

with their shining examples before me,

I can resist Satan's wiles.

His lures in the world,

they don't charm me a bit.

As I loose my hands on passing things,

I don't love this world a whit!

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Yet wait! Stop! What of those

whose hearts grown cold, and ears stone deaf?

I pray for them daily--

as they rush around like stoned on meth.

The world's their drug--

They can't seem to get enough.

Oh! They can't see their fate

that's just over the bluff.

They all race in a tight, rat-pack,

their end? Caught in a coal-black sack!

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Beautiful faces, beautiful smiles,

I long to be with you all

where you stand on pure gold tiles.

It won't be so long--

my Jesus draws near.

He could come today,

calling me, and I'll hear!

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Links to other sites on the Web

With only three years left on this earth, Grandma Bergit Stadem still had her mind at age 96 or 95:

Bergit Stadem's 1980 Christmas Letter

PAPA'S STORY (Parts One and Two)

MAMA'S STORY


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