Chrome-Shining Faith

Barbara Derksen
Chrome Shining Faith

Please enjoy this excerpt from
Chrome-Shining Faith
by Barbara Derksen

is a big word that means appeasing another person’s anger by the offering of a gift. The human race,

because of Adam’s sin, is judged by God’s perfect standards, the standards that define sin in the

first place. We fall short of that standard. The sin we commit against each other and against God is in
direct opposition to His holy nature. The Bible says that this makes God angry because He cannot
look on the very thing He created to have fellowship with Him. He misses us. God’s anger is not an
irrational lack of selfcontrol, as it so often is with humans.  However, God’s opposition to sin cannot
be dismissed with a wave of the hand. It requires something much more substantial

to appease it, to pay the debt we owe handed down as a judgment when Adam was tossed out of the

garden. And the Bible states that it was only the cross that did this.  Jesus willingly became “the
propitiation for our sins: and not for ours only, but also for the sins of the whole world”. When the
New Testament speaks of “propitiation,” it means that Jesus’ death on the cross for the sins of
mankind put away God’s wrath against his people once and for all.


And He is the propitiation for our sins: and not for ours only, but also for the sins of the whole
1 John 2:2 (KJV)

Droplets of sweat dotted his cold damp forehead.  Crater sat on the lumpy cot, cringing inside,
contemplating his death. He was innocent but that didn't seem to matter to these people:
the prison guards, prison warden, the prosecutor and the judge who had sentenced him. They
believed he was guilty and deserved their harshest punishment. Crater knew who should
be there instead of him. He loved the man.
He’d never squeal on him. So he waited.  The inmates on either side of him, waiting with
him, seemed to sense his preoccupation with the next steps in his life, the steps that would
take him, and someday them, to the gas chamber.  They tried to distract him but they, too,
were preoccupied with the clock ticking nearby.  Each tick grew louder as time rushed towards
completion of the sentence handed down by the judge, a righteous man, who believed he
was doing the right thing.  Jesus Christ walked this path for you and me.  He knew we were guilty of
the sin He was going to be executed for and yet He said nothing.

His heart did not feel anger towards us for the position we’d put Him in. He extends to us
LOVE, unconditional. He walked the Via Delarosa to hang on a cross. Someone had to pay
the price exacted by God for the sin we committed.  We turn our backs on God’s perfect
standards every day. Jesus was the appeasement that would bring us into right fellowship
with our Creator.
If you have not done so already, accept that Jesus died in your place, for your sins. Feel the
emotional impact of those words and His deed.  Repent. Begin life anew. Place your trust in the
Holy Spirit to teach and guide you as you walk toward eternity.

Father, thank You for providing a way that I can sit before Your throne in heaven some day.  Thank you for loving me so much that You willingly went to that cross.  Help me to be worthy of Your sacrifice from this day forward.  Amen

Fearless Freddie

A Sunny Tomorrow
A Sunny Tomorrow is a collection of Christian based stories for children by Theresa Franklin.  Please enjoy this short story about a little boy who can be every parents nightmare.

View detailsMy mom calls me Fearless Freddie. She says I would go bear hunting with a switch, but I‘m not going to do that. If I caught a bear, he would have to sleep with me in my bed and I think he would take up too much room. Besides that, he would get hair in my bed. Sleeping with his hair in my bed would itch, like my neck does when I get a haircut. I hate getting haircuts.

I do a lot of things that make Mom angry. I don‘t mean to make her angry. She thinks I do those things because I am not afraid of anything. Really, I do them because I want to make things nice for her and my dad.

Like the time my dad got a new lawnmower. He was proud of it. I don‘t know who painted it, but they didn‘t do a very good job. It was red all over. Only one color? I thought it would look better with more colors on it, so I painted it.

I used the spray paint I found in the garage. It was a really pretty blue. I ran out of paint before I finished painting the lawnmower, so I got another can. The paint in that can was black.
It wasn‘t as pretty, but it was better than all red. When that paint ran out, I used another one. The paint in that can was yellow. It ran out too, but I didn‘t have any more cans. I stood back and looked at my work. I did a good job. The lawnmower looked much better now that it had more than one color on it. I went in the house and with a big smile on my face said, ―Mom, come see what I did for dad.‖

She came in the garage and looked at the lawnmower. She didn‘t smile but her eyes got real big. She breathed deep one time and said, ―Oh my goodness. I don‘t think your dad is going to like that.

When my dad got home she told him to go out in the garage and see what I did. From the way my mom told him, I was kind of scared. She didn‘t tell him all happy and excited. She told him in that voice she uses when she said, ―Look what your son did.  I don‘t know why she calls me Dad‘s son when she is angry with me.

Dad took me out in the garage and I showed him the lawnmower.
He said, ―What did you do?‖ I said, ―I made it pretty for you.

He didn‘t like it. I guess he only likes red. He made me help him clean it with some stinky stuff he called paint remover. I was crying while we were cleaning it. Not because of the stinky stuff, but because my dad was upset with me. See if I ever paint something for him again.

One day my friend, Dustin and I didn・t finish our math work before recess so the teacher made us stay in while the other kids went out to play.

After they left, Dustin said, "I have a whole ball of string in my backpack.  Do you want to see it?"

I did.  When he got it out to show me he dropped it.  It rolled on the floor under a chair.  When we tried to get it out, it got tangled around the led of the chair.  Then I got a really good idea.  I always get really good ideas.
I told Dustin, "We should see how far the string will go around the room under the chairs."

So we started at the first chair and wrapped the string around the chair legs, then we went to the next chair.  We did that all around the room except we skipped our chairs.  Then, we sat down and finished our math assignment.  When the other kids came back, the one that sits in the back pulled out his chair first.  All the chairs in the room fell backwards.  It made a horrendous crash.  It must have scared the teacher because she started breathing real hard and her nose kept puffing out like a horse.

Finally she said, "Go to the principal's office--now!"

I heard her say that, but it didn't sound like her.  Her voice sounded like a man's voice.  I hope she wasn't sick.  The principal called our parents and told them what we did.  They didn't think it was a very good way to spend our recess.  I tried to tell them it was a spearmint to see how far the string would go, but they said we shouldn't have done it.  I couldn't watch TV for a week.

Another time the teacher was reading with some other kids and we were supposed to be doing a worksheet, but it was boring.

Dustin had some more string and he asked me to tie his hands together. I did a really good job. Then the teacher came to our desks to see what we were doing.

When she saw Dustin's hands, she said, ―Go show the principal what you did.

On the way down to the principal‘s office I got to thinking that he might not think I did such a good job so I said, ―Let‘s untie you before we go to see Mr. Bertrand.

When we got into Mr. Bertrand‘s office, he asked why we were there and I said,

―Because we were talking when we should have been doing our worksheet.

He said, ―Well, be quiet and do your work.

On the way back to class I got to thinking the teacher must have liked the way I tied Dustin. Why else would she have sent us to show the principal?

Before we went into the classroom, we stopped and I tied him up again. When we got into the classroom, I told the teacher what the principal had said. She didn‘t like it and went to talk to him. He called us back down to the office and took away Dustin‘s string. Then, he yelled at us for lying to him. I don‘t know why he did that. I didn‘t lie to him. We were talking when we were supposed to be doing our work. We lost our recess.

Sometimes I get curious. One day I was playing in my dad‘s old truck. It was a cool truck. If you push on the middle of the steering wheel the horn would blow. I started wondering how the horn works. So I got a screwdriver and stuck it under the part that made the sound. I pushed real hard and the top just popped off. Suddenly all kinds of springs and other parts started jumping out from inside the steering wheel. I tried to put it all back, but every time I got one spring in, another would pop out. I gathered all the parts up and put them on the seat of the truck real neat so my dad would find them.

The next Saturday when my dad got it his truck, he said, ―What happened to my truck?‖

I said, ―Well, Dad, I got a little curious.‖

I don‘t remember all the words he said, but I know he doesn‘t say those words when Mom is around. He told me to leave his truck alone.

One day I was playing superhero. I put on my cape and went outside to save the world. I thought that every superhero should be able to fly, so I started practicing.
I would stand on something and jump off. The wind would grab my cape and I would fly—for a little ways. I figured that if I kept practicing I could fly farther.

Then, I decided that flying around outside wasn‘t as cool as saving someone from a building or a car. So, I stacked some boxes beside my mom‘s car and jumped through the window that she left open. I heard this horrible scraping sound. When I looked at the door there were scratch marks on it. Then I remembered that I had on my superhero belt buckle. My mom said maybe I needed to be a little older to be a superhero.

When I grow up, I will be a superhero and I‘ll invent lawnmowers with all the colors of the rainbow. Until then, I‘ll just be a little boy with parents who don‘t understand him.

Two Up

Barbara Derksen
Two Up

 Two Up is a devotional book especially for bikers by Barbara Derksen.  The following is an excerpt:

Yet to all who received Him, to those
who believed in His name, He gave the
right to become children of God. John 1:12

Accepted as God’s Child

Jenny looked at her birth certificate. For some
reason, her father’s name was not on it. She
decided to ask her mother about it.
For three days, Jenny’s mom avoided the conversation 
but then one morning, she sat down
at the kitchen table just as Jenny was about to
leave for work. “Your father and I were never
married. He was just a date, someone I hardly
knew. He got drunk and… I never saw him
again.” Jenny’s mom hung her head. A lone
tear trickled down her cheek. “Nine months
later you were born.”
Jenny’s insides felt as if she were on the downward
ride on a rollercoaster. She searched her
mother’s face looking for some sign that she’d
heard wrong but her mom’s expression
said it all. My mom was raped,
Women who are raped today, are
pressured to abort their babies.
Before Jenny could say anything, her
mother stood. She wrapped her arms
around her only daughter and
said, “You were a gift to me from
God Himself. I have loved you
since the moment I saw you.
When I met your father, he fell in
love with the two of us. When we
married, he adopted you right
Being adopted, for Jenny, meant
she had a family. She had a father
who loved her and two younger
brothers who teased relentlessly
but were fun to be around anyway.
The fact that her father had
adopted her as a baby never made
her relationship with him any
different than the one he had with
her brothers. Jenny was taken care
of as if she had been born to her dad.
If you have asked Jesus to be the
center of your life, you have the
privilege of being adopted by the
King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
You have a Father who loves you,
who cares about your deepest
desires and who always has me
to listen when you talk to Him. You
can call Him “Abba” just as if He
were your very own daddy.
Hold your head up this day. No
matter what your circumstances
are, you have a Father who loves you. Under
difficult circumstances, or when you are challenged
to step out of your comfort zone, He
walks beside you and gives you the power to
overcome whatever tries to defeat you or
mess you up.
If you have never asked Jesus to be the center
of your life, you have the opportunity to receive
Him now. Pray this simple prayer acknowledging
your need for a Savior, and your need for a Father 
who will love you unconditionally.
Father God, thank you for loving me. I am so
sorry I have acted independently from you.
Please come into my life and make me your
child. Adopt me into your family, Lord.

Reflections of Rosalyn

Reflections of Rosalyn
This is an excerpt from Reflections of Rosalyn, a novel by Theresa Franklin. This chapter takes placed in an assisted living facility and reflects the comprehension of the residents concerning a medical crisis.

There were tears in Barbara’s eyes as she hung up the phone and told Yolanda what Rosie had said. Surgery on any baby was difficult, but this one was extraordinary. Yolanda and Barbara held hands and prayed for the baby who had brought such joy to a home filled with people who had little to anticipate in life. Then they prayed for the mother. Barbara was seriously concerned about what would happen to Rosie if Jonathan didn’t survive this illness.

"George, oh George. Did you hear? It’s horrible," Miss Emily was yelling as she hurried into the dining room where the other residents were eating.

"Calm down, Miss Emily. I’m sure nothing is that bad."

"Yes, it is."

"Tell me what’s wrong, and let’s see if I can fix it."
"It’s Jonathan. He has a bowel destruction." 
"Oh, that poor baby!" Miss Bernice cried.

"What’s a bowel destruction?" George asked.

"That’s horrible," Mr. Robert mused.

"I’ve never heard of bowel destruction," George said.

"It’s probably from eating the food around here," Mr. Sidney yelled.

"It’s a wonder we don’t all have a bowel destruction," Miss Emily said.

"Okay, everyone. I’m sure there’s some kind of a mistake." George tried to calm the older people.

"Oh, there’s a mistake all right. Giving that baby this food. That was the mistake," Mr. Sidney suggested.

"There’s nothing wrong with our food." George tried to keep a positive atmosphere in the facility.

"What do you mean there’s nothing wrong with our food? It has destructed that baby’s bowel," Miss Emily insisted.

"There’s no such thing as bowel destruction." George couldn’t break the habit of attempting to reason with them, even though he knew it would do no good.

"Well, then how did Jonathan get it, Mr. Smarty?" Mr. Robert asked.

"He doesn’t have it."

"Oh, so now you’re a doctor? You always think you’re smarter than anyone else," snapped Mr. Sidney.

"I just think Miss Emily misunderstood…"

"Oh, now I’m stupid. Is that it?"
"I didn’t say that, Miss Emily. I said you misunderstood what Barbara was saying."102
"I didn’t misunderstand. Sometimes I don’t hear so good, but ain’t nothing wrong with my mind."
Thankfully Barbara chose that moment to walk into the dining room. "Please tell me about Jonathan," George pleaded.
"He has a bowel obstruction. They’re not sure what it is and will have to do surgery to find out. It’s a very dangerous surgery, especially for one so young."
"When do they plan to do the surgery?"

"They haven’t scheduled it yet, but it will have to be soon."
"Is there anything we can do?"
"We’re going to have to help Rosie be strong."
"We can do that. Does she need anything else?"
"Let’s have the kitchen staff prepare a basket of snacks for her. Then she can stay right by Jonathan’s side."
"I’ll do it right now and then take it to her," George said on his way to the kitchen.
Barbara went to Rosie’s room and packed some clean clothes and toiletries for her.

Shadow Remnant

When truth is lost, liberty dies.

For a hundred years the United States has been gripped by martial law, with freedom and faith a forgotten memory. In the summer of 2132, Peter Sheridan learns this the hard way when he finds himself on the wrong side of the government-but the right side of freedom.

All he wants to do is escape the notorious education center and find his parents. But when he is shot and left for dead, he is rescued by a mysterious recluse and finds himself drawn into a world of chaos and intrigue.

Racing against time and the government to try and complete his father's mission-Peter must reignite the call for freedom. To do so, he turns to the last hope for America , the mysterious group known as the Shadow Remnant.

The mall was an expansive circus of vendors, with a wealth of humanity stirring around like ants in a nest. A cacophony of sounds emanated from everywhere at once, but Peter focused on finding his way to the lower level. As he walked about, people who noticed him still moved away from him. Most people, however, seemed lost in their own minds, like distracted androids that moved in and out of the shops.
He found an escalator which descended downward, and beside it was a kiosk video board. He stopped to watch the display. A kind, slender woman appeared on the screen and with a gentle voice spoke to the passers-by. “Have you someone in your life that is hungry? Do you know people that try to live outside the system? Your purchasing card is your protection, but there are those who have rejected it and are hurting our society. Do yourself a favor and turn them in. If they are found guilty, you could receive a reward up to ten thousand dollars.”
Peter shook his head at the notion as he remembered Joshua and Martha’s great hospitality. It seemed to him that those who lived outside the system were by far better off than all who he witnessed ambling about the mall. He walked onto the escalator and descended to the lower level.
A large, open space was transformed into an amphitheater, with bleachers surrounding a platform and podium. Some guards were present but either ignored him or steered away from him. He determined to approach one guard who stood by the dais. The lone soldier snapped to attention at Peter’s approach.
“Soldier, your name,” Peter commanded.
“Corporal Samuel Green, sir!”
“Okay, Green, when is the director going to arrive?”
“Mr. Kyle Johansen’s arrival time is classified, sir, but he is scheduled to speak at fourteen-hundred hours.”
“I need to know where he is, I have very important news for him,” Peter tried to sound as authoritative and demanding as possible. He saw in the young soldier’s eyes a quick glance to a door just beyond his post.
“I can’t tell you, sir,” the corporal replied. “You will need to get clearance from the squadron commander, Captain Mathews.”
“Then go and get your captain, and I will deal with him.”
Corporal Green saluted then disappeared behind the bleachers. Peter moved toward the door that Green had glanced at and quietly tapped on it. Nothing happened. He tapped on it again.
The knob moved and Peter slammed his shoulder into door. Rushing in, he quickly closed the door behind him and assessed the room. Two men were standing by the opposite wall and one lay on the ground.
“What’s the meaning of this!” demanded the man farthest away. He was blonde with a touch of grey at the temples, cut short and clean shaven. He stood just a little shorter than Peter, and his look of surprise captivated Peter’s attention.
“At ease,” Peter commanded, and helped the fallen man up.
“What is the meaning of this, major?” the man asked again, this time with less emotion.
“Are you Director Johansen?”
The man hesitated, “Yes, I am.”
“I need to speak with you,” Peter looked at the other two, then back to the director, “alone.”
Johansen looked at the two other men and waived them out the back door. They appeared reluctant, but quietly obeyed and closed the door behind them. “Alright, major, we’re alone, what’s this about?”
Peter took a deep breath and listened at the door he entered. “I’m not in the army,” he said. “I’m not a major, and I’ve come to warn you that your life is in danger.” Peter raised his hand, “Don’t think of calling your guards; hear me out.”
“Who are you?”
“My name,” he hesitated to say it. “My name is Peter Sheridan.”
The director’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You!”
“Yes, me,” Peter said. “I’m here to warn you that there are three men who are coming to take your life.”
“You’re lying! No one could get past my guards. They’re the best security money can buy.”
“Yeah, no one like me,” Peter shook his head. “Look, they’re in the mall already. They’re setting up some type of diversion that will take the guards away from you, and then they will kill you.”
“Why are you telling me this? You’re the leader of those terrorists, that… that Shadow Remnant.”
“I’m telling you this for two reasons. One, because you need to know that the Remnant is not a terrorist group.”
“And two?” Johansen asked.
“And two,” Peter said, “because your life depends on it.”
“You know, you’re the most wanted man in America right now. You’ll never leave this mall alive.”
“We’ll see,” Peter said.
A violent shock, like an earthquake, shook the room. Peter and the director fell to the ground. Sirens blared and the sound of people screaming filled the halls beyond the door.
“Looks like the diversion has happened,” Peter said as he stood. “I’ll be going now.” He rushed out the door into the melee of people. From behind him he heard the director shouting for his guards, but he didn’t look back.
Smoke rolled through the mall along with the chaotic rush of humanity. Peter filtered into the maelstrom and made his way along the corridor, trying to get to the upper level. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of who he thought was Mark. He turned, and looked down the concourse where the bleachers were set up. As he watched, a dark-haired man ducked behind the wall.
“Great,” Peter said out loud, and turned to go back to the director.
He pushed and shoved his way against the current of human traffic, spinning and moving as fast as possible. He crossed the open section behind the stands and saw Corporal Green unconscious on the floor. He checked the corporal’s pulse and found him still alive.
“Guards!” shouted the director from inside his room.
Peter ran to the door and slammed into it with his shoulder. His back jolted from his wound, but he again slammed against the door. The frame cracked and the door flew open, striking a body behind it.
Eyes wide, Kyle Johansen stood against the far wall. He looked at Peter, his face pale and body shaking with the shock.
On the floor lay Mark. Dazed, he looked up and squinted. “You!” he said. Mark tried to reach for the gun that had slid from his grasp, but Peter picked up the revolver and dumped out the cartridges, then threw the weapon against the wall.
The director looked back at Peter. “You came back, why?”
“Because you needed it. Now quit spreading your lies about me.” Peter ducked out of the room and disappeared into the crowd. Guards filed through the people, forcing their way back to the director’s chamber and gave no notice of Peter’s passage.
He glided up the escalator to the second level, and found his way back to the main entrance. People near the doors seemed little concerned for what happened on the floor below them. He smiled as he exited the complex, walking across the parking lot to his car. “Now,” he said, “I think I should head for California.”

Stolen Woman

Kimberly Rae
Stolen Woman
“So how do you decide, boss?”  She said the term with contempt.
   He looked up, not surprised to see her.  His eyes held only sadness.
   “How do you decide who to help and who to leave behind in the clutches of evil?  These women—do they not measure up because they’re ‘tainted,’ not innocent or proper enough to be worthy of your attention?”
   Mark stood.  His fists clenched and unclenched.  “Asha, there are things you do not know,” he said slowly, each word emphasized.
   “I know you would turn your back on this woman and leave her a slave!” Asha cried out passionately.
   “There are things you do not know,” he repeated, his eyes piercing her.  “You have to trust me on this.”
   She would not submit.  Her heart felt as hard and painfully heavy as a stone.
   “Tell me, then.”  She was sobbing now.  “Tell me something that gives me reason not to despise you.” 
   The darkness was screaming at her, laughing at her.  “James says you don’t want to get involved because you’re afraid it might taint the missions’ reputation.  Is that it?”   Mark strode toward her, his face cast in shadows.  “Who is James?” 
   “A knight in shining armor compared to you at the moment.”  Asha wiped her face with her shawl, but the tears kept coming.
    Mark took her by the arm and would not let her pull away.  “Sometimes, a guy’s armor being shiny only means he’s never actually been in a battle.  Your James talks big, but he has no idea what he’s talking about.”
   Asha stilled for a moment.  Her eyes begged him.  “Please, Mark.  Please let me go help her.  I must.”
   When he shook his head no, Asha tried to pull away, but he still held her arm.
   “You have no heart!” 
   She did not know if she whispered it or screamed it, but his reaction was strong.
   Grabbing her other arm, he pulled her to him until their noses almost touched.  He spoke through clenched teeth.  “You know nothing about my heart.”
   He released her, and walked away.  Snatching up the lantern, he turned one last time, the light flinging across him wildly as the lantern swung in his hand.
   “Don’t go back there, Asha.  Ever.  I told you I’d take care of it, and I will.  As far as you’re concerned, this is over.”
   He walked away then, leaving Asha alone in the darkness.
   She stood still, silently crying, while her resolve built.
   Mark was wrong.  It was not over at all.
   Not for her.

Fit For Faith

7 weeks to improved spiritual & physical health
by Kimberley Payne


Fit for Faith is a unique workbook program. In addition to learning about the three components of fitness – cardiovascular exercise, strength training and stretching – your relationship with God will be strengthened through daily prayer, Scripture reading and daily journal writing.
God created you as a whole person, therefore take care of your whole self, not just the individual parts. A direct relationship exists between physical, emotional and spiritual health. A healthy body gives you the energy and enthusiasm to carry out the purposes that God has for your life. Practicing healthy living glorifies God.
This workbook is an invitation for you to discover for yourself the joys of treating your body with respect, learning to love yourself and connecting with God on a deeper level. You are invited to take a fresh physical and spiritual attitude on a daily basis.
You will learn that God truly cares. He is personal and He is intimate. God does listen to your prayers and is there for you. When you rely on God totally, for everything – including such things as losing a few pounds – He will bless you. God loves you and He wants you to love yourself. He did not create you to look at your body in disgust, but rather God saw all that He had made, and it was very good. (Genesis 1:31)
Each day, follow the outline provided and start with a simple prayer. Read the question in the reflection section and write your own response. At the end of the day, answer the three questions about your activity and healthy eating habits. Test your knowledge with the myth. Finally, close each day by meditating on the scripture verse.
The Fit for Faith Review is a personal record of your week. It is a self-evaluation tool that reflects your strengths and defines areas that need improvement.
You need to be faithful about doing something each day in order to realize the full potential of God’s plan for you. You are invited to develop physical well-being and grow spiritually to deepen your relationship with God. Prayer, Bible study and journal writing are to your spirit what exercise, healthy eating and stretching are to your body. 
Blessings on your journey to health!


Cardiovascular exercise & Strength training + Prayer
Think of exercise as either cardiovascular activity or strength training. Cardiovascular activity helps you to increase energy and keep moving. It is good for your heart, lungs and circulatory system. Strength training (also known as weightlifting) helps you keep your bones and muscles strong, reduces bone loss and improves balance and posture.
Prayer helps you to enter into a spiritual communion with God.
What cardiovascular exercise and strength training do for building a strong body, prayer does to build spiritual strength. Your body requires exercise and food, and it needs these things regularly. You cannot just take care of it at the beginning of the week and forget about it. Your spiritual life is similar to your physical body in that way. You cannot pray just once and have a healthy, growing spiritual life.
In strength training, you start by lifting small weights, and as you grow stronger, you can lift heavier weights. It is the same with prayer. You start by praying a short amount of time, and then as your desire grows you can spend time in prayer every day.
Just as exercise strengthens your body, prayer strengthens your spirit. Similarities between exercise and prayer include:
To be physically and spiritually healthy requires discipline. You need to practice both daily and use this strength or you will lose it.
The effects can be both immediate and/or long term. You may see the results right away or the effects can be cumulative.
Both exercise and prayer improve balance in your life, improve your quality of life and boost your mood.
With a pure motive, both delight God.