Luke Bags Four Point Mule Deer

Glen Beachy's grandson Luke Saffarek, had this hunting experence October 2013. It was on his parents property in northern British Columbia near the town of Smithers.

 

A little story of God's provision...

Since I came back to Canada 18 months ago I have been living with my parents and paying rent, but it has really been on my heart to do more. I have been wanting to help out more around the house, but with my back-issues have just not been able to.  But there was faith in my heart for the Lord to provide....

So, tonight I felt I should go and try for a deer... In the back yard.  Bear in mind I haven't shot a large animal for over 10 years!  So, I walked to the back of our property and sat in the bush for 2.5 hrs.  With all the dry Fall leaves on the ground I could hear anything that moved.  It didn't take long till I honed in on a larger animal not too far off.  I waited and listened to it walking around for 2 hours before I saw him, a nice legal Mule Deer buck. But he never gave me a decent shot.  Watched him walk off toward the house.  I said a quick prayer - "God if you want me to get a deer, you'll make it happen".  Moments after that I heard another animal coming, but much bigger.  7 minutes later I had a cow moose about 14 meters from me. She had no clue I was there, so I stood up slowly to let her know.  She initial gave me a "ready to defend" look, but as I began to slowly step away from her she calmed down then jogged about 10 meters or so before stopping and  continuing to keep an eye on me.  Pretty intimidating with their size even with my dad's 7mm Magnum rifle in my hands.

So, that was it. I had a "no-chance" on a Mule Deer Buck and had my cover blown by a cow Moose.  So, I walked back to the house.  I stopped at the edge of the sun-deck to unload the rifle.  Took the first two shells out, and dropped the third one on the ground.  As I bent down to pick it up out of the corner of my eye I saw the Buck on the edge of the yard.  I slowly crouched behind the fake well, slipped one shell back into the rifle, put the cross hairs on the mark and pulled the trigger.  The deer dropped straight down, one shot!  Thank-you Lord!

This is such a blessing and miracle for me.  This is our way of life here, it's affordable, clean, healthy meat.  

All hunting is well regulated and controlled with seasons and licensing.  It is not about killing something, but  simply about providing food for ourselves and our families.

God is so faithful to provide for us.
It has been another humbling experience for me.

Luke A. Saffarek

Owner / Guide  at Tiger Fly - Fly Fishing Adventures
Skype: luke.saf
www.tigerfly.co.bw

Elaine Beachy "Good Samaritan"

This is a true story that happened in January 2013 to Elaine Beachy who lives in Virginia.  This is the first chapter, Elaine posted what happened the next day on Face Book. Thanks Elaine for sharing this story with us. Blessings!

In line at the checkout counter at Food Lion around noon today, I noticed a woman behind me holding a single bottle of Mountain Dew. She drew her jacket close around her as she shivered. 

"I'm so cold," she declared. I suggested maybe she go into the ladies room to warm herself by the hand dryer. She replied her husband is waiting on the motorcycle outside. 

I was incredulous. I asked her what she's doing on a motorcycle, and she replied they drove up here from Florida to take care of some family business, as one of the family here had passed away and they were settling the estate. She said when they got here, her mother in Nokesville (a few miles from Manassas) wouldn't let them come stay with her, doesn't want them to have a share in the settlement, and they have no place to go.

I questioned her about her home, her other family, and her 
situation. She said they lost their jobs, lost their house, had to sell their car, and all they had was on the motorcycle outside in the parking lot! A few clothes, besides the warmest ones she was wearing. She said they should never have left Florida, where it's considerably warmer than here. 

As she told me they were homeless, tears filled her eyes and she began to cry. She said the shelters are all full, churches won't help them, and they had no place to go. "I don't know what we're going to do." I asked her where they plan to spend the night. She said she had no idea. She just cried. 

I had to do something. I debated inviting them to come home with me. I struggled with the safety issue. Then I thought I could at least buy them some hot coffee, a sandwich, and get enough cash to pay for a hotel room for the night, which I offered to do. She was amazed, but hope came into her eyes for a moment. "You'd do that for us? I can't believe it. There are so many other people in the same situation we are, and one just can't go asking people for help." I reminded her she didn't ask me for anything; I offered.

As we headed for the hot coffee and sandwich area of the store, I asked her again about her mother in Nokesville, and if she could possibly be persuaded to take them in. She shook her head, and said she was so surprised that her mother had turned against her too, as they used to be so close. Then she added, "She's supposed to be a Christian."

Back at the check-out counter I paid for her meager meal and got $50 cash to give her. I asked her where her husband is.

"My husband is sitting outside on the motorcycle. He's so depressed, I'm afraid he's going to kill himself." Then she added in despair, "We are just so desperate, I don't know what we're going to do. Maybe I should just kill myself too." 

I took her by the shoulders, looked her square in the face, and said "NO! Don't you dare do that! God loves you very much; don't give up!"

Customers were beginning to line up behind us, but I didn't care. The clerk who had helped us find the coffee and sandwiches and was waiting on us just kind of watched us talking. 

She hugged me and began to weep. She said she tries to pray, but maybe she isn't doing something right, she said. I assured her I'd pray for her, and she asked if I'd also please pray for her husband Dale.

She said she will never forget me, and asked if I would give her my contact info so she could maybe someday repay me for my kindness. I told her that's not necessary, but I gave her my contact card if she needed to get in touch with me. She asked what church I go to, and I told her, "Manassas Assembly of God." She said maybe they can make it to church on Sunday, and asked what the service times were, and which one I go to. 

The Testimony of Garry Meier, Pilot in British Columbia Canada

The Tree

This is a true story by Garry Meier, married to my daughter Diane Beachy Meier. Enjoy !
"While circling the tree, the snow got worse and worse, it
started to stick to the wings and windshield. I knew then that it
was only a matter of time before the aircraft stalled and I would
probably die. At that moment I saw my life before my eyes."

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