The minutes seemed to race by at an unbelievable speed, and knowing that not one second of time could be brought back; pushed me to try even harder to write my last love letter to my dear wife who laid dying from cancer in the other room. What could I say that has not already been said? How could I turn the pain and sorrow in my heart into something meaningful and rewarding for her? The fear, the hurt feelings mingled with tears of sadness; all made it nearly impossible to think clearly much less be able to see what I was wanting to write. I dreamt of pleasant days when life seemed to be at its best for us, places where we went, and dreams that came to fruition when we had no surety that they would. Just a hope and a prayer; that’s what we lived on. Life was always a gamble and we rolled the dice many times throughout our lives together.

Finding each other was a miracle in itself. As I recall, our friends Pete and Nancy lost their son to a sickness called Reye Syndrome. And it was this tragedy that brought us together through a series of events when several of our friends, Bunny, and Champagne (Their CB handle/name) put together an event to help us raise money for our friend. You and I met on the CB and later face to face at McDonald’s in Dansville New York.

Little did we know that our chance meeting would flourish into forty years of love and happiness. It wasn’t always a bed of roses for us. We had our share of hard times and struggles like everyone else. But the thing that stood out in our lives was this word “commitment”. We were dedicated and committed to the good of our partner. We always kept each other first in our lives and we became closer to each other as the days went by.
We had our challenges, and no matter how earth-shattering our trials had become, we vowed to always be there for each other. We had been through some of the toughest trials in our lives, but our love remained strong through it all. Now we were faced with the most difficult days of our lives.

Time was running out, and I wanted to make her final moments something that she could hold onto. There was nothing materially that held any value, no promise that would not fail that I could offer on such short terms as this. All I had left to give was a lifetime of memories, and a heart that I felt sure would never heal without her; so, I began to write my last love letter to her.

My Dearest Darling,

I don’t know where to start with this, and my heart does not want to bring it to a close. You have filled my life with much more than happiness, you filled it with the feeling of trust, respect, and most of all, completeness. I can’t begin to tell you just how hard it is for me to write this; nothing has ever troubled me more. Thankfully we have put our faith and trust in Christ to help us pull through it all.

There is so much that I want to say, but I feel at a loss for the right words to describe my feelings and all that you have meant to me. If ever there was a time that I needed you most, now is that time. I need you to help me find a way to say goodbye to love if there is such a way.

I dread the thought of being alone; I have never experienced that feeling in my life. I know and trust that you will be at peace and that your days will be filled with joy and excitement after you’ve gone. But my days will not be so!

I feel robbed of the hope that we made for each other, the hope that our lives on this earth would end together; never separately! And now as I sit here, I wonder if there will come that day when I too will pass from the most dreaded death of all. The death of a broken heart! If there is such a thing; surely, I will experience it.

Thank you for more than the memories that I hold so dear to me, thank you for being one with me; one who walked with me every step of the way throughout your precious life!

My hope is Heaven, where I can see your smiling face once again!

Together Forever!




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By: Gary L. Rodgers

Today was a sad day for me and approximately four thousand of my friends. It hurt us all to know that we were not given a voice. I listened with excitement when the doctor mentioned RU-486 to my mother. You see God gave me understanding just as He gave John the Baptist understanding when he was still a baby resting in the comfort of his mother’s womb, and he heard the great news about Jesus. He was so happy that he leaped for joy. (Luke 1:44) When I heard RU – 486 I thought about all of the numbers that God put into His Bible and what this combination of numbers must have meant. When I heard this mentioned I was so excited because I thought that the Doctor was asking my mother a question when he said, RU. You see the numbers tell a story that had me excited enough to say that the numbers are about me mommy; it’s about you and me!!!!

The number four is typically used in the Bible to represent CREATION; and I thought to myself, that is what I am! A new creation for my Mommy and Daddy! The number eight is typically used to represent NEW BIRTH, and I thought about all of the love that I would show my Mommy as soon as I was born. In my inner most thoughts and dreams I could feel her nose against mine as we looked into each other’s eyes as we felt a special bond with one another.

I tried to show her that I loved her while I was in her tummy but I knew that as soon as I was born a whole new experience would evolve for me and my Mommy and Daddy. I would be just like them as a human and that is what the number six means in the Bible: HUMAN. You see Mommy and Daddy we were made in the image of God (Genesis 1:26) and we were made as humans to protect and care for one another and that is where love begins. As soon as I was conceived I knew that you would love me and I would love you even more than I do now. God knows us before we are formed. (Jeremiah 1:5, Isaiah 44:24, Psalm 22:9&10, Psalm 139:13-16)

Two weeks ago Mommy and her friends saved some puppies that were about to be destroyed; and I am so proud of how hard she fought and argued for their right to live. That’s my Mom; she is a real hero…. Everyone should have a great Mommy like mine. I can’t wait to grow up to be like her!

Mommy! Something is wrong: and I am desperate for your help! I am having a very hard time breathing; and the fluids in my body are drying up. Why am I so hungry? Aren’t you eating enough to feed us both Mommy? Mommy this is starting to hurt me! Please Mommy! I need your help! Why aren’t you helping me? Did the doctor give you the wrong medicine? Why am I starting to be born when I am so weak and the time for me to be born is not now? I was strong, but for some reason the 486 is becoming less meaningful to me than before. Why don’t I feel the love anymore? Why are you crying Mommy? Mommy I can’t hold on any longer! Please do something to save me; I love you Mommy!!!!! Will you choose to save me just like the puppies?

Choose Life!


RU-486 is a drug that produces an abortion. It is taken after the mother misses her period. It can be used up to the second month of pregnancy. It works by blocking progesterone, a crucial hormone during pregnancy. Without progesterone, the uterine lining does not provide food, fluid and oxygen to the tiny developing baby. The baby cannot survive. A second drug is then given that stimulates the uterus to contract and the baby is expelled.

Women who abort with the drug RU-486 experience nausea, severe cramping, vomiting and bleeding. But the resulting emotional distress may have even more impact. Rather than being “over with” in a few minutes (as in a surgical abortion) this abortion could last for over a week. Then, when the woman finally does abort, she will expel a tiny dead human being – her baby.




By: Gary L. Rodgers

It has been a long time since the-e-e-e shirt, you know the one; the one that was your favorite and for some unknown or should I say some long since forgotten reason it turned up missing! No one would confess to taking it even after a series of investigations by the department of B-A-S-T (The BED AND SOFA TAGS Agency), you know who they are… They’re the ones who come out as soon as you cut off a bed mattress tag or a sofa tag. Somehow they know as soon as you do it. I think that there may be some sort of electronic sensor embedded into the tag fabric that alerts the B-A-S-T Agency as soon as some hardened criminal like my wife cuts one of them off.

I should have known to keep an eye on her since she has that shady way about her and that innocent look in those deep piercing eyes. The mystery of the missing shirt had surfaced on a miserably cold day on January 7, 2014 when I was about to put on a flannel work shirt with a button missing off of the front. Knowing that my wife was not one to upset while in her PJ’s and fuzzy slippers with the flapping soles, I asked her as kindly and compassionately as I could where the sewing kit was? With her lame left eye and a cup of coffee dangling from her left hand she brushed back a loose hair curler and asked, what do you want that for? Trembling in fear for my life I said very slowly and nervously that I needed to sew a button on my work shirt that came off.

She told me to go sit down!!!! And with that I immediately obeyed her and sheepishly headed off to my computer room looking like an old dog crouched down with his tail between his legs after a harsh scolding. After a few minutes and a huffing and puffing sound I heard the Clydesdale sound of footsteps coming up from the kitchen level. Nervously I kept peering at the Computer Room door when suddenly the flash of a yellow plastic sewing box came into view. I cried out in fear for my life when I saw it and with white bare knuckles she handed me the sewing box. I trembled as I opened the box to get out a needle and thread. Carefully with the accuracy and precision of a surgeon’s hand I sewed the button onto my flannel work shirt. A tear of relief ran down my cheek as I sewed my little heart out putting my button back onto my shirt. As I sat there relieved that I was able to accomplish such a notable task I heard my wife in the other room open the closet door and she re-entered the Computer Room holding the-e-e-e missing shirt from long ago in her hands. She handed me the shirt and said that it was laying in the bottom of the closet because it needed a button sewed on it.

After she left the room and in secrecy I sobbed for probably twenty minutes while I sewed the button on my shirt. Deep down inside I knew what this meant. My poor shirt had been missing for a long time. I bought it when I was fifty years of age and now after 16 years it resurfaced again. I heard my wife in the other room cry out “Darn Socks!” and with that she slammed the closet door shut.

She came back to the Computer Room where I had finally dried the tears from my eyes. She then handed me the socks with holes in the toes and said “Darn Socks!” I nodded my head that I agreed with her and I too yelled out “Darn Socks!” And with that she threw them in the waste can.

That afternoon I called the “B-A-S-T” Agency who promptly showed up at our door. The officer in charge handcuffed my wife and took her to the car. I waved goodbye to my dear wife Sandy and as they drove her away she yelled out that I would starve to death without her!!!

I closed the front door, sat down, and paged through a recent photo album. There on the very first page was a picture of my wife and I staring me in the face with a comment written below which read “Me and Tilley.” Tilley was one of those endearing names that we husbands sometimes give to our wives, a nickname meaning “Tilley the Hon” since she was my honey.

That evening I put on my missing shirt and went downtown to a local favorite Stake House. As I placed my order the waitress remarked that she liked my new shirt. Yes it is quite new I replied!

Would you like to order anything to drink with your meal she asked? Yes! I believe that I would like a Diet Water please! I have a note here on the back of my hand to take my Alzheimer Medication at this time. And with that she turned around and threw her hands up over her head in disgust. The owner of the Stake House came over and apologized for her rude behavior. He told me that she was a parolee from serving time from a conviction from the B-A-S-T Agency for cutting off mattress and sofa tags and not sewing buttons on her husband’s shirts. With that I just smiled and under my breath I said that I hoped that Tilley likes her new orange PJ’s.



By: Gary L. Rodgers

My Lord Yahushua (יְהוֹשׁוּעַ) the Shepherd of my soul; may you keep me, and may you bless me, and may the brightness of your glory shine upon me. May you fill my days with joy and happiness, and may my slumber have the sweet peace of your presence. May the eternal riches of heaven be mine, and may you be my strength and high tower of protection. Help me to walk in the assurance that your blood cleanses me from all sin and that nothing can separate me from your love for you are my God Yahuweh (יְהֹוָהYĕhovah). May I rest in the power of your might because I am your child forever!

May thy Holy Spirit our Ruach hakodesh (רוחהקודש) of Yahuweh guide me and teach me through thy living Word. May you hedge me in on all sides with your angels, and may I know that you hold me in the palm of your hand. May thy Holy Spirit empower me and give me the bread of life to take it and offer it to lost sinners.

Help me to always stand with Israel and pray that you will give them peace and that you will bless your people and protect them from their enemies. Guide my eyes to always look for you in the heavens, for your return is soon to come. And now Lord Elohim (אֱלֹהִים) I ask that this blessing be upon me, and may my heart be open to receive it. May you guide me in all wisdom, knowledge, faith and understanding! In thy name Oh Lord Yahushua the Son of the Living God Yahuweh I ask it.


Yahuweh –  יְהֹוָה  – Yĕhovah – Heavenly Father- (Ya-o-weh) – I was, I am, I will be; Eternal being in all three tenses. Sometimes in Jewish messages you will find the word HaShem is used which means “The Name” or the word Adonia, meaning my Lord is Jehovah.                                

Yahushuaיְהוֹשׁוּעַ – Name of the Messiah – (Ya-hoo-shoo-ah) which also means Joshua – Jehovah is salvation                           

Ruach haKodeshרוחהקודש (Holy Spirit) – (Roo-akh  hak-quo- dayesh) Divine Spirit or Divine Inspiration.                                                                            

Elohimאֱלֹהִים – Is the plural name for God (El-o-heem) “In the beginning Elohim”. Genesis 1:1



All scripture references are to be written in the margin. If you wish to write the notes you can. I only give them as a help to you for explaining those meanings to the person that you speak with.

NOTE: Up at the heading of Romans 3:10 I have written in bold red letters (Romans Road) Highlight all scripture references to act as a guide from one scripture to the next.

  1. Starting with Romans 3:10 – (*none righteous – none that is perfect according to GOD’s law)
  2. Next to 3:10  write (3:23) – (*come short – none of us are sinless none of us are perfect and equal to GOD)
  3. Next to 3:23 write (5:12) – (*It only took the disobedience of one man – the first man; Adam)
  4. Next to 5:12 write (6:23A) – (*wages – the reward that you earned – there is a payday someday)
  5. Next to 6:23A write (5:8) – (*commendeth – demonstrated or proved)
  6. Next to 5:8 write (6:23B) – (*gift – purchased by someone else – offered to us for free)
  7. Next to 6:23 B write (5:9) – (*justified – no longer guilty) (*wrath –  fierce anger)
  8. Next to 5:9 write (10:9 & 10) – (*confess- admit that we are wrong) (* heart – center and seat of spiritual life. The soul of man.)
  9. Next to 10:9&10 write (10:13) – (*call – to cry out or reach out to – call out in prayer to)
  10. Next to 10:13 write (1 John 1:7) – (*if we walk in the light of righteousness – the light of pure spiritual truth and knowledge)
  11. Next to 1 John 1:7 write (5:11&12) – (*record – recorded evidence) (*eternal – has no end) (*hath – to take possession or to claim as one’s own)
  12. Next to 5:11&12 write (Rev 1:5) – (*faithful – trustworthy – able to be relied upon) (*witness – one who proves the genuineness or authenticates an event)

PRAYER: The points of prayer that should be included. It is not necessary for the prayer to be explained. The notes are just a help for you to see and know the importance of each point.

Lead them through the prayer, having them repeat what you say. They just need to know that what they say they must truly mean it when they say it.

  1. Dear Jesus (*calling on the Lord) – refers back to Romans 10:13
  2. I know and confess to you that I am a sinner. (*acknowledging and confessing to the Lord their sinful estate)
  3. I put my complete trust in you only to save me from hell and get me to Heaven. (*putting their complete confidence in Christ alone)
  4. I trust and accept you as my personal LORD and Savior. (*accepting Christ as their LORD and Savior)
  5. I know that you died on the cross for me; I know that you were buried for me; I know that you rose from the dead for me as a living Savior. (*acknowledging the death burial and resurrection of Christ) Refers back to Romans 10:9)
  6. Please wash away all of my sin with your blood. (*acknowledging the power of Christ’s work on the cross through the cleansing of His blood)
  7. I welcome the Holy Spirit into my heart to guide and direct me in my life. (*accepting the power of the Holy Spirit to work in their lives)
  8. Please help me to be obedient to you in all that you would have me to do. (*a cry for the LORD to be real to them in their lives through their obedience to Him.)
  9. In Jesus Holy and Blessed name I pray. (*praying through the holiness and sacred name of Jesus)
  10. Amen! (*so be it! – a closing affirmation that every word has been sealed and accepted)

Other useful scriptures:

  • Hebrews 9:22 – (*purged – To make clean or cleansed) (*no remission – no release from the bondage of sin. No forgiveness, no pardon)
  • Luke 15:10 All of Heaven rejoices over someone who gets saved.

Note: Record the date and time of their salvation.

Get their full name, address, phone number and email address.



Sin has no brakes, it has to run into the tree of life (Jesus Christ) for it to get stopped!



By: Gary L. Rodgers


I remember those wonderful days of being a child. I can still feel the warm gentle breeze of summer as it tenderly caressed my body as though it were spun from the fine threads of a soft billowing cloud; giving me a loving sensation so gentle and pure that words could not fully describe it; It was like having the finest piece of satin sliding over your body ever so slowly and gently.

I remember the smell of field grass and the smell of hot asphalt baking in the sun on the roadways that I traveled.

I remember the pleasant captivating mixed smells of honeysuckle, lilac and Iris. I felt as though someone purposely placed me there where I could breathe in this spellbinding aroma that seemed to reach down into the very depth of my soul as it gave a tingling feeling in my heart; a feeling of love.

I remember how wonderful it felt to have all of nature’s beauty around me and for me it was a wonderful place to be where I lived. I traveled all over my little world and wondered what I would become when I got older. What kind of a house I would live in, what kind of a family I would have and what type of work I would do. All of these were but dreams that I held in my heart; dreams and wishes that kept me in suspense with questioning fears.

I remember how good it felt to lay back and enjoy the moment, the scenery, the dancing of emotions in my heart and hoping that the feelings and memories would never fade.

 I remember how good it felt to be secure in my little world along with my siblings. I remember the feeling of excitement when family or friends would come to visit. I remember the long walk it took to go swimming at a nearby lake. I remember the fun that I had fishing, hunting, and dreaming.

I remember walking through fields of bluebells and catching a whiff of the fragrance that they emitted. I remember picking wild strawberries and loving the smell and taste of each berry which seemed to be like none other in the world. I remember lying on my stomach to catch a cool drink of spring water from a brook.

I remember the smells of a home cooked meal and baked goods that my mother carefully prepared for all of us. Those were special times that often wrap their arms of memory around me.

I remember camping out on our lawn and looking up at all of the beautiful stars in the night sky and wondering if I could see the true lights and angels of Heaven.

I remember lying in a big pile of leaves in the Fall and looking at all of the mountains of thick billowing clouds above me and wondering what it would be like if we could stand on each of them and look down at the earth.

I remember the hillsides around us being displayed in a robe of Fall colors that looked as though God had taken an artist’s brush and painted every scene just for me.

I remember being outside on a cold winter’s night running around on a hard crust of snow with a full moon shining so brightly that it gave the appearance of an eerie daylight luminance. Just a cold crystal clear night where you could see down across the meadows as the moon’s bright glow pasted shadows of trees on the glistening snow. The feeling in my heart during those times could never be expressed in words. It was a deep feeling of suspense and mystery which in its own way had a special flavor of excitement all its own, somewhat like a smooth creamy frosting on your favorite cake has its own special flavor of excitement and enthralling anticipation.

I remember that in the summer we would lay watermelons in cool spring-waters for a day or two and then cut them open to enjoy the rich red sweetness of its bounty. How refreshing on those hot days! I remember how wonderful it felt to run through a lawn sprinkler on a sweltering day of heat.

I remember the rich aroma of fresh cut hay and the joy that I got working at loading hay wagons and storing the bales in hay-mows with its treasure of earth’s riches.

I remember the joy of eating warm fresh made bread loaded with home churned butter that soaked into the steaming soft dough. I remember enjoying these simple pleasures that were a gift to me in the innocence of my youth.

Life comes with many joys and surprises and the best of it all is the memories that we carry with us through life’s journeys.

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