"More About The Man From The East"

For those of you who have read my book, "When The Angle Came," You will have met, "The Man From The East." He became my friend a few years ago, when God sent him to Perryton to work with a group of people who were about to lose their church. This man immediately became hated by those trying to take over the church. I knew why he was there and had plenty of guts to stand up for him. Needless to say, I was not liked either for the stand I took for God's faithful servant. Since I was the only one in the church to recognize this special man fo God, he and I worked together to do what we had to do. Within a short time we had several followers and the end results was VICTORY. It all happened within a few days.Time was almost over for the great battle that lie ahead. I have said all of that to say this, I saw and heard this man, "a Stephen type saint," called all kinds of bad names, a non-Christian, an evil unwelcome intruder, and many more unbelievable insulting names. From both sides of the split church. Somehow, God made His plan work. Can you believe? Today we have a blessed and loving church. I need to tell you that even though we have the wonderful church, there are still some who won't  accept this special servant of God. Does this remind you of the story of Jesus? This chosen Christian man doesn't need us here in Perryton to carry on with his work, but isn't it a shame that people just don't get the message.The long line of Missionary endeavors goes a way back for this man and his loving wife. After his calling was finished in Perryton, he and his wife spent four years on the Island of Carriacon working with under privileged Islanders. He wrote a book while there, which I was fortunate to recieve a copy of the manuscript. Anyone who could read this book and still ridicule this man, certainly needs prayer. He and his wife are now in Saudi Arabia. I would like to share a few words from his email to me.
PS This man has donated all of the proceeds from the book to the Islanders.

It's good to hear from you. I am enjoying myself in Saudi. I am teaching at a college and living on a Western compound. I like my students a lot. They are the top students at the college and are very smart. I can't talk about Christianity, but I talk about God. and what God expects from them. I told them I was a Christian Imam (Imam is a Islamic priest.) They like that.
There are several young children living on the compound. Many of the parents from Christian countries came to me to teach them Bible. A woman fron South Africia whose father is a minister and I teach the children Bible lessons on Friday afternoon. Friday is like our Sunday. The children really like it. In many ways I have become the Chaplain of the compound. One of the mothers said God sent me to compound. I believe God did. I am doing more ministry than I did as a church minister. My wife, (leaving out all names) is doing graduate school in Kansas City. She will come to Saudi in January or February (I am doing my sponsorship visi for her to come). She will either work at a hospital or teach English at a woman's school.
This summer the company is sending me to Spain to a school to better my teaching skills. The company is expanding and wants me to be a manager, but I must have two years of teaching before I can. Basically, life couldn't be better.
How are you doing? I talk with Paul Carruth a lot on SKYPE. He is doing a church start in Amarillo. It is going well.
I've got to go now, wife is SKYPing me.
Love you,
Your friend

I felt very strongly I needed to give a scripture here that might make some people think about what they have done to this Godly man and possibly others also.
Psalms 62: 3-4 How much longer will all of you attack a man who is no stronger than a broken-down fence?  You only want to bring him down from his place of honor; you take pleasure in lies.  You speak words of blessings, but in your heart you cruse him.

This couple is young and unfortunately cannot have children. They love them so much. God knows best.

 God bless
 Myrtle Jean Sharp

"Have You Forgot Your Password?"

How often I see this question being asked me when I try to connect to something on the internet. I swear I haven't  forgotten, but the same question keeps popping up. I am despert to get to my site, but I have to get a new password. Sometimes I think many of us have forgotten our password to heaven. It seems like we are talking to the wind when we ask God for something. If we don't use those passwords often it's real easy to forget them. I believe if we are using those passwords often we will be sharp enough to connect right up. "A password to heaven?" you ask. "Yes," a password to heaven.  No one is going to get to talk to God on a one to one bases, unless you have a connection to Him. How do we get that connection? By creating a password, ( true relationship with Him daily.) We need to put our password in every day so as to remember it. That way we will not reach a blank website. We always know that God is there, but we do not always know how to reach Him on a one to one bases. If He doesn't get our message, then He cannot answer it. Please remember, God is just as important as your computer. Use Him every day and you won't forget your password. I  am praying for all who have forgotten their password, and when I have forgotten mine, would you please pray for me?
God bless all
Myrtle Jean Sharp

"A Radical Transformation"

"When we dream about those who are long since forgotten or dead, it is a sign that we have undergone a radical transformation and that the ground on which we live has been completely dug up: then the dead rise up and our antiquity becomes modernity."

Friedrich Nietzsche

"Made With Love"

Happy valentine everyone.
I want to share with all of you a little love story I took from our church bulletin this morning.

When I think of love, I think of my husband's 97-year-old grandmother. She lived on a widow's pension in an old farmhouse, but every Sunday without fail, she set out a feast fit for a king! Her house was always brimming over with people; somestimes twenty or more would come for Sunday dinner--half of whom she usually didn't even know. And Grandma would never let you help with the cleanup afterwards. She'd just say, "I'll do it tomorrow so I can remember today." One day I asked her, "Grandma, how do you do it? You"re always so warm and welcoming and full of joy." She just looked at me, smiled, opened her arms wide and said, "I just love everybody." just like Jesus--arms openwide, welcoming us to Him, telling us over and over again--"I just love everybody."

My love to all and
God bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Tell Me What I Need To Know

Is there anyone out there who can tell me what is wrong with this type of meeting? I am finding my self more and more sitting in a group of speakers who whisper instead of speak. I never see any sign of expression, like hand, face, whole body or any other moving parts, except the lips, and barly do I see them move. I know you were going to tell me that I am deaf, until I wrote the next sentence. Now you say I'm blind. The fact is I can watch tv all day with the volumn turned normal and hear and understand every word that's said. I can see well enough to tell you the color of the eyes of most personalities. Why then when I am sitting in a small room, can't I hear and understand what the people are saying? Maybe I need to confess that I am not half dead like a lot of the people who try to make sense. If I can't be with people who like to speak loud enough to be heard, then I don't want to hear what they are saying; for evidently they think its not important. Spare me from the disgust. I still want to know what is wrong with people who are afraid to talk loud enough to be heard by everybody. I think I will answer my question again. These types of people have an audience of act-alikes. They can all hear each other and enjoy patting each others shoulders. God bless them. I want some action with my speaking. I want action from my listeners. Maybe I am not sophisticated enough to blend with the crowd, however the crowd is usually too small to prove that theory. Is the few serious people that are left on this earth, too far and in between, them and me? My prayer is, "come alive people lift up your voice and be heard, or don't speak at all."
God bless all
Myrtle jean Sharp 

Remember To Remember

Whether we want to or not, we are not going to not remember. Because we have to remember, many things in our past is going to deal us lots of misery, sometimes even cause us to become disfunctional. Remember, we cannot undo what has been done, but we can certainly try. We can stop doing the same things over. Remember we have to remember what we have done. If it was wrong, we have to remember. If it was right, we have to remember. That is the reason why the bible teaches, that what so ever a man soweth that shall he also reap. When bad things happen to us, most likely it is because we have sown bad seeds. In so doing we cause others to suffer also. This type of message will not help the older person who has already sown and reaped many fields of grain, but for the younger lives it can be a warning. Selfishness is the one sin Jesus taught against the most, yet so many of us are thinking only of our selves. Remember, you have to remember the times when you did something very bad because of selfishness. Remember, you have to reap a bad harvest because of it. I hate it when I see a life being destroyed either literally, or mentally, even when I know that the one who caused it will be destroyed also. I don't want any human to suffer just because they were selfish. Even with all the love God has for his children, He sticks to His Word, what so ever a man soweth that shall he also reap.
God bless you all
Myrtle jean Sharp

ABOVE OR BELOW

I am announcing my second book publication to be released this April. Above or Below is a science fiction mystery story that will set you to thinking deeper than ever before. Some who have read parts of the story have said that they were in suspense from the first page to the last that they had to read, asking me to hurry and finish with it. This book is partly true and partly imagination, which could be true. To say the least, It's a thriller. I was given the idea to write this book, one day at a time. I never knew where it would lead to when I started it. In 1982, I first started to write this story. My 13 year old son was acting in an outdoor drama presentation called,  "Texas."  I shared an apartment with him while he stayed busy acting and running with the crowd of the younger casts. I was stuck in the apartment with not much to keep me occupied. One day the thought came to me to write a book. I only had a note book and pen to work with. I sat down to write, but I couldn't think of anything to write about. To this day I can't remember actually writing a single word of the manuscript. I found it after I had published my biography and memoir 30 years later. I was looking through some old note books and ran on to the story, Above or Below. I had written 30 pages. I started to read them. I couldn't believe I had written what I was reading. I was angry at myself for not finishing it. I let Charles read the 30 pages then he yelled at me, "where is the rest of it?" I told him thats all I had, then he said,"well go finish it, I want to know what happened." I said to him, "I don't know what happened, I don't even remember writing that." "Well," he said, "you have got to think and start writing the rest of it." I went to work on it right away. When I sat down at the computer, the words began to flow through my mind and it scared me. Truthly, I was ready to stop, thinking that what I was writing was nonsense, and shouldn't be written. I let Charles read what I had written, then told him I believed I should stop the nonsense. He looked at me and said, "thats not nonsense, the old devil is telling you that. You keep on writing." I reconsidered then began to write more. Two or three more times I almost quit, then finally I decided to run the course. I never knew from the moment I sat down to write, till I got up from writting, what I was going to write. It all came to me one word at a time. I have never been one to boast about my accomplishments, but I am so glad I finished the book. My husband has been my best critic and inspirational image. He is the best for reviewing a novel, if only you can get him to do it. My prayer is, Lord, let everyone who reads my books be spiritually strengthened and encouraged to press on in this old mean-spirited world, and meet you in the end."
God's blessings to all
Myrtle Jean Sharp
jcsharp@ptsi.net
When The Angel Came
Above or Below