Tig's blog

Hey everyone. Do not give up on me. We changed computers and re-did my office. It is so cool now, but in the process of changing computers have had a little trouble. But will be back on schedule and then leaving for a mission trip very soon. Will be out of pocket ten days.

Do you like this photo of Roger? We were in Spain together in 1998. Yes, he has been to Mexico, Bahamas, Ireland, and Spain with me and we hope for more in the future.

I wanted to say why I have not written on my blog lately. The old computer is so slow and my new one has a problem with the virus program. I have to iron some problems out so I can get on more often. Be patient and will be writing again.

So many upcoming events and opportunites. God is doing some great things. We love our new house and the area here is so nice in Dallas Fort Worth area. Roger is building his own handyman business. God is keeping us going by bringing in the work. We both want to say thank you for your faithfulness. Don't give up on me.. hope to have it worked out soon.

God bless you all,

Roger and Dale (Tig) Davis

Dear Friends,

I would like to share this quote with you.

It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere. Agnes Repplur

Of course we faith believers would say, "No, it is possible to find happiness in God." And of course we know, with God all things are possible.

Yes, this is true. But the quote is also true. God provides the joy, but it is within us that we must grasp it and take advantage of it. It is within ourselves that we take what God has provided, making our lives better. I have found myself mourning lately for the wonderful lands I have visited, as I was out doing the work of God. I am not happy with myself in the path I have been on. So, I changed it. I worked hard to redo my office and make a place where I could spend time with God and myself. I decided to make the most of my life as it is, drawing joyful strength from enjoying some of the greatest moments of my life, my journeys to obey His glorious Word and commission to tell the good news.

So, I am up late with God and the memories of the lovely land of France. The village pictured was passed on a prayer drive to minister in France. Perhaps tomorrow I will tell you that powerful testimony of God leading me to spirit filled people who had prayed for Christians to come to their place. It is an awesome story of God's power and it makes me happy to remember it. Have a good day and week. Blessings to you

World Rescuers

Dale

May We Never Forget Sept. 11th

It was a icy day when this frozen flag captured my eye. It was also a terribly cold day in America when terrorists hit the twin towers leaving the world in utter shock. Hearts were frozen in the fear of it all. America would survive, but she would be changed forever.

I remember it all too well, for that very day the man who helped us write our newsletter was coming to make an announcement of our upcoming trip. The door bell rang and before he stepped inside his serious voice urged, "Turn the tv on, one of the twin towers in New York has been hit!" No one had to coax me, an impelling voice inside drove me to rush to switch on the news.

A cold silence enveloped me. Smoke was pouring from the first tower, I gasped. Prayer and the name of Jesus flew from my mouth. Then the three of us sat in complete shock gawking as we sat glued to the set. The second plane hit the tower and we were like so many others, devasted. It was a day we will not forget!

Thirteen days later, I stepped onto one of the first planes leaving Houston, Texas. Like a morgue, the airport once bustling with the joy of passengers and family saying good-bye, was again filled with that cold silence. It was the same frigid feeling I felt on September 11th. The plane was boarded relunctantly by a small group of people. Weeping was heard from the few passengers on that plane. The scanty few business people who had to fly were very frightened. I must admit I had thoughts of hijakers taking our plane. Thoughts that led me to plan what I would do if some would appear on our flight. Then I calmed down with prayer and scripture reading of God's loving protection. There was no way this gutsy gal from a tough pioneer spirited people was going to take anything off any old terrorist. But it was not my own strength that I ovecame fear, it was because I knew the Word of God and He was leading me. I knew it without a doubt!

Unlike the others on that flight, I was there by choice, the decision to obey God. I knew, and had confirmation that I was to continue my work in North Africa, land of Islam and 99% Muslims. In direct obedience to God I did not cancel my mission trip. My husband was in agreement with me to go, amazingly; this was one reason it was apparant that it was a God thing. Yes, in spite of all that had come down, he and I knew God was in control.

This is what I would like to share with you about that day and that decision to take the gospel to Islamic people during that time. It was one of the most dramatic choices I have ever made. Had I not known without a doubt, you can bet I would not have been on that plane. When we arrived almost fifteen days after September 11 we found the Muslim people, where as shocked and upset as we were. They lived in fear that America would come bomb them over the situation.

These were real people who have no choice but to believe in Islam, except those who embrace Christ Jesus in their hearts, not terrorists. The very people we had led to Jesus and were teaching the Bible to. They must keep their faith in Jesus a secret, for fear of death or rejection. It took guts to go there during that time. But God proved Himself to even those in Europe who I was working with. They were filled to overflowing with joy that we would come during such a tragic time.

Souls were saved because we took the love of God to the people and came with faith in our hearts. Tonight, as we watched the commerations on the history channel I was reminded of that journey. That trip showed me God never lies and will watch over you when you trust and obey. It taught me to walk in God's peace. There is no way I would have gone if I had not prayed sincerely and had known it was God taking me there.

May we not forget, and let us do all we can to bring about prayer in our nation. May the world once again see America in her glory and may we rise up to bring God's Word to the world around us. If more missionaries would go and had gone, perhaps the world would be a different place. Fly your flag and be proud of the nation we were founded on. Prayer and faith built us, let it help us survive and become strong again. God has not raised up so many faith filled Christians in this nation to let it go. Rise, Remember, and Radically walk in the righteousness of God in Christ.

Let us lift up the name of Jesus and all men will be drawn to Him! Never forget the great commission it is the vision of God the Father.

Where the River Meets the Rose

Dear Friends,

I know, I know, I said I would continue my rose story and I will. One such sign of the rose came in Ireland on the year we led this old gent to the Lord.

The November chill was in the air that night. We , my clown team and I, took the risk to enter a nice hotel for a sandwich after a children's special service. Why was it a risk? Well some of our group were not sure they would let us in dressed like this. It took some guts to do it, but God had a plan.

In Ireland the people are not accustomed to clowns coming into bars, restaurants, or hotel cafes. Our other Irish clown is not pictured here, for she was taking the photo. When we joyfully entered the restaurant the whole place stared. The old man in the photos with us was in the hotel restaurant drinking coffee and talking to a woman who was clad very scanty. He began blubbering wildly when he saw us clowns. He was very drunk, and causing such a ruckus over us zany looking clowns.

The management was disturbed about his grabbing us and murmuring in his drunken stupor. So they threw him out. He was crying so hard we could not resist his desperate sadness.

A struggle began for them to throw him out, he blubbered, "I am going next door to the tea shop." As he begged they threw him out the door. But there was no mistaking his trembling voice screaming out to us, "Come see me when you get through, please!." I will never forget this dirty little man, his name was Shawn. After prayer and a sandwich we all ate sadly, we agreed to talk to him. When we entered the tea shop we saw him in the last booth, crying. Tears streamed down his face onto the table. We began our way toward him. I can still see the owner in his white apron drying a dish. He was frozen in time watching us buzoons go to talk to this old man.

A joy I have seldom seen came across his tear stained face. He leaped up, inviting us to sit. Tears streamed and mucous dripped from his nose. I must say it was not a pleasant sight to see. But our hearts filled with compassion as he told us his story. "I saw you and it took me back to my childhood. I have been sad and a drunk since I was a young boy. I can only remember one time in my life being happy. It was when I was nine and at the circus. I saw the clowns and they made me so happy!" He began a life time of regrets, fears, terrible abuse, and a need to forgive. A new stream of tears came as we helped him wipe his nose and dry his eyes. "You brought that one happy memory to my life again." Shawn stuttered for words as he took big gulps for air along with his wailing."

Other guests were witnesses. They and the owner bowed their heads as he shouted out the words to receive Jesus as his savior. He wept and wept. We hugged him and told him to go to church with our Irish friend.

My friend later told me he never did visit the church to her knowledge. About six months later he died on the streets. But he was a man saved because of the obedience of a bunch of crazy Christians in clown suits. Jesus had saved him even if he had not visited church. He was in his 80's he had told us. I wept and thanked God that we had obeyed to go visit him even in his drunken state. How long must one human be humbled and left alone to die desperately? I am so glad he is in heaven now living with the Father, in eternal joy.

It was on this same journey in the same room where we had ministered to the children, that a rose had been left on the floor for days. No one who had attended those meetings knew about my rose prophecy. But, on the last night of services God used a little child to pick the rose from the floor where it had laid for days. "Here Tigi this is for you." Her little smile and kind heart made the faded rose look beautiful.

It was only later that I began to see the smallest things that God would use to show me the sign of the rose. It was also that year that a small child in another church tapped me on the shoulder to give me a box, of guess what? A box of chocolates which bore the name "Roses." Simple, but it was to become no coincidence, when small or large things would appear to bring the rose to me.

During my passages to other nations many odd ways have become anything but happen chance. Tomorrow, I will share with you the story of the dozen roses in North Africa. May God bless you in these troubled days and strengthen you to reach out to a lost and dying world. Look up and rejoice for He comes!

Your friend and sister in the Lord,

Dale Davis (Tigi)

Where The River Meets The Rose

Tonight I want to say a little about the elegant flower, the rose. Often used in victory, by kings, often in death, and in celebration of marriage and birth. It is the flower of love and grace with its velvet petals all aglow with tender softness.

A friend once gave me a quote which goes like this. " The vase may be shattered and broken but the scent of the rose will last forever."

This one sentence turned my life around as God began to put signs of roses in my life. I knew it meant something deeper than I could, at first, understand.

It was in Malaysia in 1993 where I received my first sign that God had truly meant this quote for me. During an all night prayer meeting a woman came to me and said, "God has been telling me to say what I have seen during our praying time." With a shaky voice she spoke these words. They have come true in eighteen nations around the world. "I saw you in a bed of roses. The Lord said to tell you this, the scent of the rose will follow you wherever you go."

For years to come a sign of roses in some unusual way has appeared. Even the scent of roses has appeared in rooms where people witnessed the scent in the air. At times it has been smelled on my very being. I only know this, the scent of roses is Jesus in our presence. He wanted me to know that I was in His perfect will. I do not go by the sign to know this, it comes after I have obeyed God. I do not look for it, but it happens. Tomorrow I will continue this saga of the sign of the rose and God's great love for us, His children.

Where the River Meets the Rose by Tig

Hey, doesn't this look like fun? There is nothing like friendship, especially that which we share with our brothers and sisters in Christ.

Here is a quote from the lovely Helen Keller. "What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us."

I have found this so true and how I cherish those wonderful friends who have shared my life and also shared theirs with me. Journeying the world to share the good news of the redemption of God through His Son Jesus presents many opportunities. Those who cross our paths in life make footprints on our hearts. So remember this, there are at least two people in this world you would die for.

You mean the world to someone. You are special and unique.

When you think the world has turned its back on you take another look. Someone gave these words to me and it reminds me daily, not only God our Father; but someone loves you very much and thinks of you and misses you. I miss you my friends. I do think of you often. My heart weeps and like Paul the Apostle wrote, I too desire to come to you again to speak of the Father's goodness. Have a lovely week. Write to me on my e-mail and lets chat. Blessings, Dale (Tig)