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My response is to get down on my knees before the Father, this magnificent Father who parcels out all heaven and earth. I ask him to strengthen you by his Spirit—not a brute strength but a glorious inner strength—that Christ will live in you as you open the door and invite him in. And I ask him that with both feet planted firmly on love, you'll be able to take in with all followers of Jesus the extravagant dimensions of Christ's love. Reach out and experience the breadth! Test its length! Plumb the depths! Rise to the heights! Live full lives, full in the fullness of God.
God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
By KIRSTEN TAGAMI
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Sunday, November 16, 2008
As a codebreaker assigned to the White House, Henry Philler sent the official telegram to Washington, D.C., announcing the death of President Franklin D. Roosevelt in Warm Springs.
He also played late-night card games with President Harry Truman and was among the first to know of important events taking place during World War II — including, probably, that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor, said his stepdaughter, Sally Mills Bowman of Atlanta.
“So much of what he did was classified, of course, and he was not a talkative man, anyway,” she said. “But he decoded all of the messages to and from the White House.”
Mr. Philler, 90, of Atlanta, died Tuesday at Hospice Atlanta. He had prostate cancer and other ailments. The body was cremated. A memorial service will be 2 p.m. today at Central Presbyterian Church in Atlanta. Cremation Society of the South is in charge of arrangements.
Mr. Philler was an Atlanta native who graduated from Emory University. In 1941, he enlisted in the U.S. Army Signal Corps. His first post was as a radio operator in Fairbanks, Alaska, where it was dark much of the time in winter and there wasn’t much for a young man to do, Mrs. Bowman said.
While in Alaska, he taught himself to use the Army’s coding machine. One day, he volunteered to send a message for an officer; from that day on, he was considered a cryptographer or decoder.
Through a series of lucky breaks, he ended up assigned to the White House, according to a written account by his nephew, Mills Kelly, an associate professor of history at George Mason University.
Mr. Philler traveled with the president and was in Warm Springs in April 1945 when FDR died.
The telegram to Washington announcing the death was the only message that he, as an enlisted man, wrote himself, according to Mr. Kelly’s account. His commanding officer was too upset about FDR’s death to compose the message.
While working for President Truman, Mr. Philler sometimes manned the White House switchboard at night. Since there was little to do that late, the switchboard operators would play cards. President Truman had trouble sleeping and often would come down and play with them.
After leaving the service, Mr. Philler worked as a technical editor in the aerospace industry and for Georgia State University, where he retired in 1983.
He also was a birder who often practiced bird whistles, Mrs. Bowman said. “He whistled all the time, not always in tune,” she said.
He edited the newsletter for Central Presbyterian Church and had served as an elder. He was sensitive to the concerns of disabled persons after serving with President Roosevelt, who used a wheelchair, and was involved in a project to improve accessibility at his church, his stepdaughter said.
Other survivors are his wife, Betty Philler of Atlanta; son, David Philler of Brunswick; stepchildren Chriss Mills and Kelly Mills, both of Atlanta, and Patrick Mills of Champaign, Ill.; six grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
I was sitting under a Baobab tree with Jen when this was taken. I remember that little kid just came out of nowhere and sat in her lap. We never knew if they were girls or boys, but it wasn't too hard to find out. They knew we didn't speak their language so they wouldn't bother trying to talk and many were so young that they didn't say much. I would give them a made up name like "Virginia Louise" and rock them till they fell asleep or wet on me or saw something more interesting and would tottle away. This child had a really snotty nose and sneezed all over Jen. I think I even went to get a tissue. What was I thinking? This must have been early on. We quickly got over snot and used our capalanas for nose wiping (but I do still gag, just a little). We were supposed to be playing soccer with the kids. But there was absolutely no way I could even begin to keep up with these kids. If you throw them a ball, they drop it. But kick it to them? Watch out!The following is from their website http://www.liquidmyrrh.org/
Mark and Jennifer Mozley were called to Mozambique in a dramatic fashion during the last weekend of March, 2007. They sold everything to move to Africa! After first completing Iris' Holy Given Missionary Training School that same summer, they returned as staff for the October missions school. Currently they serve as Directors of Hospitality, accommodating over 650 yearly visitors to Iris Pemba.
Mark and Jen's heart is to serve the Mozambican nationals and help them reach their full destiny in God. They lead a weekly discipleship course for a group of young men. They also help facilitate village feeding, prison ministry and periodically teach in both the bible school and Iris Harvest College. They realize their highest calling is to love their Lord God with all their heart and out of that love, to serve one another (to put the first commandment first). Realizing that you can't love others without first loving yourself, one of their life messages is to help others discover the extent of God's love. Because of what God delivered them from, most of their messages center on purity, holiness and the love of God. They love to release the testimony of this amazing Jesus, leave the control in the hands of the Holy Spirit and watch the Father get all the glory.
Friday, November 7, 2008
I love this picture of Uncle Henry with his fish. He drowned in 1994 while fishing in, most likely, the same pond. His life was cut short and death never makes sense, but I know that he's in Heaven.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
You girls look so sweet and gentle