I was just wondering what the saints are thinking about the COVID-19 vaccine. The over 65 saints and the younger ones.

My concerns about the Covid-19 vaccine are that it was developed so quickly, and that it’s the “first of its kind”. I’ve taken vaccines in the past as a child and also before I’ve travelled when it has been recommended. But as I age I’ve become more cautious about my healthcare including what medications I’m willing to take, and this caution has also included taking vaccines. The side effects of certain medications at times seem to be worse than the disease they were meant to treat. And in our fallen world monetary profit can’t be ruled out when doctors prescribe medications, suggest surgeries, etc. We truly need the Lord’s wisdom in all that we do.

We here have taken all the prescribed precautions like wearing masks, doing curbside pick-ups, sanitizing, etc., and we haven’t really fellowshipped with our close by family since the beginning of the pandemic. Just a few short visits outdoors. Will the vaccine give us more freedom? I don’t think even the experts know the answer to that yet. We don’t know when, or even if this pandemic will end. Would I ever take the vaccine? Maybe down the road, maybe not. I don’t know. If you would have asked me a couple of weeks ago I would have said no way, but I see that so many people my age can’t wait to get it. Should that even be a consideration? And I must confess I have cabin fever at the moment.

So brothers and sisters, what are your thoughts on the Covid-19 vaccine?

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As I write this post I receive a text from my daughter telling me that the mother of someone we know has died from Covid. She was in her 70’s like me.


The crimson stain of sin.
Death, again and again.
This world, our lives, our all,
Touched and marred, by the fall.

We see it all around.
We hear the heartbreak sound.
And those who weep anew,
Remind us of this truth.

by Cathy White 2016 ©

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1 Corinthians 15:50-57 Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; neither doth corruption inherit incorruption. Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

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1 Corinthians 7:30  And they that weep, as though they wept not; and they that rejoice, as though they rejoiced not; and they that buy, as though they possessed not;


As though they wept not – Restraining and moderating their grief by the hope of the life to come.

As though they rejoiced not – Not rejoicing with excessive or immoderate joy.

As though they possessed not – It is right to buy and to obtain property. But it should be held with the conviction that it; is by an uncertain tenure, and must soon be left. People may give a deed that shall secure from their fellow man; but no man can give a title that shall not be taken away by death.

Our lands and houses, our stocks and bonds and mortgages, our goods and chattels, shall soon pass into other hands.

Other people will plow our fields, reap our harvests, work in our shops, stand at our counters, sit down at our firesides, eat on our tables, lie upon our beds.

Others will occupy our places in society, have our offices, sit in our seats in the sanctuary.

Others will take possession of our gold, and appropriate it to their own use; and we shall have no more interest in it, and no more control over it, than our neighbor has now, and no power to eject the man that has taken possession of our houses and our lands.

Secure therefore as our titles are safe as are our investments, yet how soon shall we lose all interest in them by death; and how ought this consideration to induce us to live above the world, and to secure a treasure in that world where no thief approaches, and no moth corrupts.


The Christian will soon know all about heaven. He will soon be there. He begins no day with any certainty that he may not close it in heaven; he lies down to rest at no time with any assurance that he will not wake in heaven amidst its full and eternal splendors.



I was looking over some of my older posts today and found a post I wrote in 2007 about Mrs. Brown, a beautiful Christian woman that we met at the the Nursing Home.

Remembering Mrs. Brown…

Mrs. Brown, as we all called her, was a ray of sunshine at the nursing home. As we pass through this world with all it’s troubles, sometimes the Lord sends someone into our lives who is truly a blessing. Mrs. Brown was one of those persons.

In remembering her, a word that comes to mind is “kind”. Mrs. Brown was a kind woman. She surely was not afraid to speak truth, but she did it with kindness. She was a defender of “the faith” and a defender of those who preached “the faith”. She also “looked out” for the people around her, people like my mother. She was an encourager. Whenever we were with her, we always walked away encouraged. In site of her physical suffering, she encouraged us. She had a cheerfulness that was contagious. After you left Mrs. Brown’s company you felt good!

My husband and I looked forward to seeing her at the Christian services that we held at the nursing home, and if she couldn’t make it because she wasn’t feeling well she would be disappointed and we would be disappointed too. Happily that didn’t happen too often. During the services Mrs. Brown would always sit right next to my mother. She would fully participate in every service. She praised and called upon the name of Jesus with a loud voice during the worship. When my husband preached, Mrs. Brown would be our “amen corner”. She would often say to him while he was preaching “you take your time” which is a way of saying I like what you’re preaching because you are preaching truth. Then, after every sermon, she would publicly thank him for coming and giving everyone “meat to feast on during the week”, of course referring to the meat of God’s Word that she had just heard. She would tell him that he taught the Bible clearly and made it easy to understand. And it wasn’t just during services that she called upon the name of Jesus. One day, as I got on the elevator I heard someone calling Jesus, Jesus, and saw that it was Mrs. Brown. She was calling on her Lord for help because she had just come back from dialysis and wasn’t feeling well.

One day Mrs. Brown asked my husband if he could play the hymn “Peace In The Valley” on his guitar. He couldn’t, but over the next few weeks he learned it for her. Then, one day, we went up to her room with the guitar and played “Peace In the Valley” along with many other hymns. The three of us worshiped the Lord together right there in her room. You could truly sense the presence of the Lord that day. She told my husband that he was her “graveyard pastor” and that she wanted him to share the Word of God at her funeral service. An interesting and appropriate phrase I thought, considering we minister to many who are in their last days of life on this earth. Mrs. Brown died and went to be with the Lord just a few short weeks after that day and, as she requested, my husband did share God’s word at her “going home service”.

What else can I say but that we truly miss her, and things just “aren’t the same” without her. Even so I am joyful to know that Mrs. Brown is alive in heaven with the Lord, and that we will see her again one day.  Scripture tells us in Luke 20:38 For he is not a God of the dead, but of the living: for all live unto him. She has left this earth to go on ahead of us, gone to the promised land, where one day we will meet up with her again. Praise the Lord!

John 11:25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:

I wrote this poem about Mrs. Brown, a resident at the nursing home where my parents lived.  We held Sunday services there and she attended regularly.  We came to know and dearly love Mrs. Brown.  She called my husband her “graveyard pastor” and asked him to preach at her funeral.


She came to church, though wheelchair bound.

For service, dressed so fine.

And when the preacher, preached the Word,

She shouted “take your time.”


We looked for her, when Sunday came,

She loved her Jesus so.

This church we had, imagine that,

Was in a nursing home.


Old Mrs. Brown, one day she asked,

The preacher, play a song.

A song unknown, we had to learn,

But knew it before long.


Guitar in hand, we were prepared,

She heard her song, so dear.

Up in her room, we sang and praised,

and sensed that death was near.


My graveyard pastor, that you are,

My husband heard her say.

You preach the word, just like I’ve heard,

You do it every day.


A way with words she had, but yet,

You’d hardly see a frown.

A story told, that once she said,

“Time has slow walked me down.”


It wasn’t long, before she’d gone,

With love our hearts did swell.

And preach he did, when gathered all,

To say their last farewell.


So now the place, where she would sit,

Is empty, she’s not there.

But grateful are we to the Lord,

Her life we had to share.


This ministry to old and sick,

A gift from God to me.

The ministry from them to us,

Much greater, now I see.


Peace in the Valley’s melody,

That was upon her heart.

One last request from Mrs. Brown,

So glad we had a part.

Cathy White 2007 ©