Throughout history gold has been a highly-valued commodity. During the Gold Rush, many people left families, some devoting their entire lives to the pursuit of it. God is a treasure far more precious than all the wealth on Earth, but unlike gold, He is not hard to find. He truly is a God who shows Himself. His truths are richly woven into the fabric of all creation. Our greatest insight into the very heart and mind are the Scriptures, but to find the real treasure, we must dig deep into the remote recesses of the Rock himself. One thing you will most certainly discover is the deeper you dig, the deeper He gets. In all eternity we will never be able to plumb the depths of God. It is my hope that perhaps through my own search for that 'Treasure above all Treasures' you will find something which will have some meaning for you. R.Whelan

Sunday, June 7, 2015


Early one morning, a little over a year ago there was a tremendously destructive earthquake. Luckily the loss of life was minimal, especially when you consider the amount of devastation that occurred. Untold millions of dollars worth of property was demolished.  Some of the damage was readily evident, while some was not. There was structural damage that could not be seen so easily with the naked eye. 

Other cars sped across it just like any other morning.  All of them totally unaware of the chance they were taking because of the structural damage that had been done to the bridge by the tremendous shaking of it’s foundation early that morning.  Just as the young man reached the other side, he happened to look into his rear-view mirror, where only seconds ago there had been a string of traffic behind him. To his shock and horror, he quickly came to the realization that the bridge had collapsed, sending the cars behind him plunging into the waters below.  
Dazed and shaken, he thought of the cars that were still coming towards the bridge. There was no way for them to see what awaited them just over the rise in the road.  He knew that he had to do something, so he stopped the car and ran towards the oncoming traffic, waving his arms, motioning for them to stop.  Most of them must have thought he was some kind of wild man, or just some kind of nut, if they noticed at all.  They all had their minds on their own concerns.  At any rate, they didn’t stop. They continued on to their own peril.
After what happened with the Heaven’s Gate, Halle-Bopp Comet incident, I felt much the same remorse I’m sure that young man must have felt.  The foundations of our world are being shaken daily. The extent of the damage done to our society may not seem to be readily discernible to most, but the damage is there, just the same. 
There are people who pass by us every day going on with their lives unaware of what lies just ahead, just beyond their range of vision.  All the while going headlong down a dangerous path.
There are a lot of voices out there telling us that we shouldn’t get involved.  After all, everyone has a right to live their own life.  What right have we to impose our morality on someone else?  What right do we have to say that our God is the only way to salvation?  How can we say that Jesus is the only way to establish a relationship with God? 
I don’t know about rights.  I only know the road is out ahead of them and if they keep going the way they’re going . . . if someone doesn’t warn them, they will find out much too late to stop and turn around.  They will plunge headlong into the bottomless pit that lies just beyond that rise in the road.   It’s not a matter of challenging someone’s lifestyle for the sake of offense.  It’s not about making them feel bad about the
choices they have made.  It’s not about scaring them.  It’s about warning them what lies ahead. 
It’s true, just like that young man, we won’t be able to save them all.  Some of them will dismiss us as nuts. Some of them may even be afraid of us and of what we profess, but some of them will stop.  Some of them will listen. Some of them will turn around.
Copyright © 1996 Rae Holbrook

Sunday, October 12, 2014


You are not a mistake. You were born at the right time, in the right place, to the right parents. God planned it all. He has a unique purpose for your life. He placed you where you are and allowed you to go through the joys and trials you have in order to shape you into the exact vessel he needs, for the exact purpose you are here to fulfill. Copyright © 2004

Sunday, August 31, 2014


Ponder this one. . . . Think of the worst of human nature that you have ever seen. The rapes, the murder, the incest, the brutality and so much more. Think how you cringed at the sight and the sound of it. How you recoiled with disgust and fear. Now imagine being thrust into the midst of that kind of evil for all eternity.  You have caught a glimpse through a dark veil of all that Hell is.  Now let the realization sink into your heart, your soul and your mind, that this darkness, this evil, is what you are choosing for your eternal dwelling place each time you reject the call of God. Rachel Whelan © 2004 

Sunday, August 24, 2014


Life is an endless succession of choices . . . decisions. We can evaluate, analyze and come to conclusions about what is right, but there is such a possibility of error on our part. It seems imperative to me that we should depend upon God’s wisdom to make those choices.  Rachel Whelan © 2004 


When we leave this world there are only two ways to go.
We can go to the light, or we can go to the darkness.
We can go with what is good, or we can go with what is evil.
We can go to God,  or we can go with Satan.
We must make the choice in this life which way we will go. 
Which path we will choose. 
You cannot avoid the choice.
As the old saying goes, 
Not to choose is to choose. 
For myself, I am tired of the darkness.
I am sickened by the evil I see around me. 
The evil which Satan has caused and which men have loved.  
I have seen enough in this world to know which way I choose to go.

Rachel Whelan © 2004 

Tuesday, July 22, 2014


Let my whole life be a prayer, Lord
That’s lifted up to Thee
Every thought
Every word
Every breath I breathe
Let my whole life be a prayer, Lord
And let my prayer be heard
Even if for all my days
I never speak a word

Rachel Whelan © 2004 

Monday, July 14, 2014


Dear Lord,
I’m lost
And tired
And frightened
I’m standing somewhere in the middle
Afraid to step in either direction
For fear I’ll choose the wrong way
Yet afraid of standing still
For fear my chance for life will pass me by
I’m lost
In need of someone to show me the way
And somewhere in the distance
In all the darkness that surrounds me
I know You are there with outstretched hands
Waiting to lead me home
So at times like now, Lord
When I need you most
Give me the strength to reach out
To take Your hand
Because I am weak
I am tired
And I want to come home

Rachel Whelan © 1973