Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Ten BecAttitudes

The Ten BecAttitudes

Blessed are those who have followed
biblical instruction by taking
their burdens to Christ
and leaving them there.
They shall be called
First Peter 5:6-7
Becky Brown

Blessed are all those repentant thieves
who shall be eternally remembered
for their cross words.
They shall be called
Luke 23
Becky Brown

Blessed are those who strive
to think decent thoughts.
They shall always have
(and be called)
“Finally, brethren,
(and sistren)
whatever is true,
whatever is noble,
whatever is right,
whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable
…if anything is excellent or praiseworthy…
Becky Brown

Blessed are those who have signed on
for a lifetime service of apprenticeship
alongside the carpenter’s Son from Nazareth.
They shall be called
Matthew 13:54-58
Becky Brown

Blessed are those who seek
to make a goodness impression.
They shall be called
John 14:8-9
Becky Brown

Blessed are those star pupils of Abraham
who make it their purpose to live
an “ALTAR-native” lifestyle.
They shall also be called
Genesis 12:7 Worship at the altar at Shechem
Genesis 12:8 Worship at the altar at Bethel
(followed by an unauthorized side trip to Egypt)
Genesis 13:4 Return and recommitment at the altar at Bethel
Genesis 13:18 Worship at the altar at Hebron
Genesis 22:2 Worship at the altar on Mt. Moriah
Becky Brown

Blessed are those who
have realized that
a prayerless life
comes with
no strengths attached.
They shall be called
See Nehemiah
Becky Brown

Blessed are those who have embraced
the joy of the laughter of Isaac and Abraham.
Unbound and reunited,
in complete abandon
they shall dance away
from the altar of sacrifice
and race down the mountain,
with their rejoicing Heavenly Father.
They shall be called
Genesis 22
Becky Brown

Blessed are the Roman Imperial Census Takers,
the no-room-in-the-inn keepers,
the obviously oblivious Bethlehem citizens,
the heavenly angelic choir members,
the stinky old shepherds,
the wandering star gazers,
the confused barn animals,
Joseph and his line of the tribe of Judah
standing faithfully beside
Mary and her Little Lamb,
Who, with the eyes of God,
was tenderly watching over them all.
From His eternal perspective,
peeking through the swaddling clothes,
they shall forever be called…
Matthew One and Two
Luke One and Two
Becky Brown

Blessed are
those who have learned the
benefits of gaining…
They shall be called
Isaiah 40:31
Becky Brown

Monday, September 21, 2009


Dear friends and prayer partners: It has been quite some time since I have written to you. Summer camp articles were sent to the newspaper but I rarely had time to get out a newsletter or even forward the articles to you. Came home from camp and began to prepare for a two week trip to Singapore to be with my friends, Rick and Lori Funderburk. Managed to get a few things done during that time but no prayer letters. Thanks to all of you who have written to say, “Where’s the little brown light?” I felt your prayers in those comments. Just didn’t know how much we would be needing them during these days.

Long story short (who in the world invented that phrase anyhow?) I left for Singapore on Sunday September 6th at 6AM from Jackson, Mississippi. Made it to Memphis for the first layover about 7:30AM. Called Elsie at Snow Lake for her birthday. Talked to my sister Wera from there to check on her and see how she was feeling. She had been sick for a couple of weeks with fever and bronchitis. Tested for flu, but all swabs were negative for that. She also had called Elsie to wish her a happy birthday. We always sing that little silly song on our birthdays. I sang it Elvis style since I happened to be in Memphis. Elsie would tell me later that Wera said happy birthday but did not sing it. Wera told me her fever was down and that she was feeling better and probably would not even need the thermometer.

Relieved, I flew on from Memphis to Minneapolis and had a long layover there. My last phone call was to talk to my sister. She told me that her fever had come back up after lunch and that they were at a clinic near their home in Shreveport. She was going to go to the emergency room and be checked in for fluids and IV antibiotics. I told her that I was about to board the plane for the point-of-no-return leg to Japan (12 hours)and then on to Singapore(8 more hours) and that if I needed to come home, just tell me. She said, “Shut-up girl and get on that plane. I am going in for some meds and fluids and I will be home long before you land in Singapore.” So, I got on the plane.

When I landed in Singapore, my heart friends Rick and Lori met me. We shared hugs while my wobbly legs were doing their jetlag thang. It was now Tuesday morning at 1AM in Singapore. I had lost a whole day enroute. Moments later, I heard them saying that we needed to call home and that Wera had taken a “turn for the worse.” Seconds later, I was on the phone with Elsie as she and Dad were driving to Shreveport. She was saying things like Wera was not going to make it unless the Lord did a miracle. That she might not even make it until they got to the hospital. Ironically, they were in Jackson, MS, which is three hours from Shreveport. Eight hours after I talked to her in Minneapolis, Wera was fine. Her husband, John, went home to feed the cats and get some sleep. He said she was sitting up in bed sending text messages from her cell phone. About midnight they called John to come back to the hospital. Her right lung had collapsed. She was in ICU on the ventilator. She had two spells of cardiac arrest. Basically, she was almost looking at Jesus. By 3:30AM, John was calling my Dad and Elsie to tell them that she would not make it. She lingered until 4:30PM Labor Day September 7th. The choir from her church SANG HER HOME!

The first plane reservation I could secure to return home was Wednesday 09-09-09. I had wondered what I would be doing on nine-nine-oh-nine. Flying right back to the states to celebrate my sister’s homegoing with my family and loved ones was certainly not on anyone’s itinerary…except the agenda of Wera’s Lord. Rick managed somehow to get me a first class ticket on the two long legs of the flight home. I am so glad and grateful for that blessing. I would have literally been sleeping on the floor of the plane had it not been for those good seats. God was going before all of us, preparing the way. I gained a whole day on the trip home.

I was able to get to Shreveport about lunchtime on Thursday. Our time of visitation was that evening and the celebration of her life (such an awesome worship service!!!) was Friday morning, September the 11th, 2009. Nine Eleven will always have deeper meaning for us. Her husband John is a veteran. He was able to bury her in the veteran section of the cemetery. The American flag flies right over her grave. She would be really pleased with that. The article below will tell most of the rest of the story. We still need your prayers. Our tears are still flowing at the strangest times. Her life was a shining witness to the glory of the Lord. Elsie and I got to hear Dad preach yesterday morning at First Baptist Church Holly Springs. He was led to preach on the glory of Jesus. God was all over that man. We have not missed one moment of feeling the strength and comfort and very presence of the Lord. Here is the article…



On Nine Eleven O Nine, we buried my sister. I am still trying to get my head around it, but my heart will not cooperate at all. She and I were planning special birthday celebrations for our folks next year…dad’s 80th and mom’s 70th. She surely must have suspected that I was scheming and planning a big one for her 50th. I always introduced her as my “older” sister just so I could see her roll those eyes and say, “Yeah, right.” She was born when I was five so I can’t REALLY remember my life without her in it. She was my other half. We talked every day, either by text message, email, facebook or phone. Ten days later, I keep waiting for some gadget to beep or buzz or ring or say, “You’ve got mail.” Silence is brass. She would call when I was travelling and say, “If you get sleepy, call me and I’ll talk you home.”

On the night before her celebration service, we had a time of visitation at Grawood Baptist Church in Shreveport. We stood in our numbness and listened with comfort and joy as person after person related to us exactly how tenderly she had touched their lives. Immediate family members, childhood friends, high school buddies, college roommates and current sojourners came in droves. Fifth graders who sat in her Sunday School class looked up at me and said, “We loved Miss Wera. You look just like her.” One of those students sang “Revelation Song” at her funeral and at her bedside in ICU. Senior adults filed by and said she was their ride to church. Others said, “She sat with my loved one in the hospital so I could go to work.” One young lady told Dad, “Wera shared Jesus with me and now I am saved.” Louisiana Baptist Disaster relief team members told us how she went to Hurricane Katrina feeding sites and served many, many plates to hurting folks. She chaperoned youth trips and went on mission trips. The choir members say her chair will be WAY too empty to suit them. She would have taken a bullet for her pastor and his wife. In good times and in bad, she stayed right there

and sang and prayed and worshiped and served faithfully.

My sister loved Jesus and lived for His glory.

She leaves a husband, a son in the Air Force in the Middle East, a step-daughter and two grandsons. I have been in full time ministry since the year 2000. My Dad and Elsie have served the Lord full time for over one hundred years combined. Our sweetest blessing was to see the eternal weight and value of the life of my sister. She stayed right there at her church, in her community and served her Lord in as many ways as she could. We figure she touched more lives than anyone could count. God counted every one of them. A committed life is invaluable to God. Her Grawood choir stood in ICU and sang her right up to Heaven. She did not respond, but they said her vital signs improved in time to their music. The day before she died, I flew to Singapore. She said she would be in and out of that hospital with fluids and home before I landed. She was. For the rest of my days, I will be SinginPoor without her…

Wera Gayle Brown Daniel

January 12, 1960-September 7, 2009

I had the privilege of being HER sister.

Wera, saddle me a horse to ride and pick us out a trail into the sun…rise!

Jesus, I know it’s a big order, but try and make her behave till I get there.


Becky Brown

Tuesday, March 3, 2009


(A song of gratitude and blessing for the birth of Maley Grace Boyanton March 4, 2009)



We didn’t know who you were…we didn’t know how it could be…

Your daddy and mommy were praying each day and waiting very patiently.

You are safe in the Father’s arms…that is all we need to know right now.

Till the day we behold you, we can’t wait to hold you

Sweet little smile of God.

You will always belong to Him. You will never be alone.

As soon as we reach you we can’t wait to teach you

That heaven can be your home.

We will love you with all of our hearts. We will shelter you from the cold.

Till the day we behold you, we can’t wait to hold you.

Sweet little smile of God.

He knew you before He formed you. He already knew your name.

He knows the path that you will be taking and He will be with you every step of the way.

He will keep all your tears in His bottle and He will catch them when they fall.

He will be with you through all of the nights of your life

And hear you whenever you call.

Can you imagine Mary’s manger joy to touch her baby’s face?

God was touching back with His amazing baby grace!

So hold onto Jesus wherever you are…He will never let you go!

We bless the name of the One Who made the miracle of you.

Sweet little smile of God…

Beautiful little smile of God…

You are our little smile from God!


Copyright 2009

Words and Music by Becky Brown


(GRANBECK sez: “Think pink but wear denim blue!”)

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


(a poetic Esther-torial)
Myrtle, Myrtle, you're the star
but how we wonder who you are?!!
The kingdom of A-has-u-er-us
had a queen who was the fairest.
The king said, "Come!"
Vashti said, "No!"
So the king said,
"Girl, you gotta go,
The world's gonna know
that you are queen no mo!"
He sought a queen to wear her crown.
Now Mordecai lived in that town.
He was raising cousin Esther
and in the palace God did place her.
She was a beauty to behold.
She was a Jew, if the truth had been told.
Mary Kay® and Este Lauder® and
Cover Girl® and Avon® powder:
with just one look, the king would crow,
"For a queen, we look no mo!"
To the palace from the harem,
she was chosen first among the women.
Banquets, feasts and merrymaking,
Myrtle Star was queen in the making.
An evil plot to kill the king
was revealed by Mordecai, it seems.
The king was spared, the plotters hanged.
Five years later, things have changed.
Deeds of Mordecai forgotten
while wicked Haman gets a big promotion:
"Bow the knee and worship me
because the king said do it, yessirree!"
Mordecai said, "I won't bow!"
The Jews are in much danger now.
Things in Susa are in confusion,
fasting, weeping, facing sure destruction.
"Myrtle Star, what will you do?
If your Jews are spared, it's up to you!
If you are silent, they will die.
Are you content to live a lie?
You were surely chosen queen,
the reason why is clearly seen.
Royalty was placed into your hand
to save the Jews, a special plan."
"But, if I go before the king,
I could be the offering!
Fast for me until day three.
I will go. We will see.
I count my Jewish nation cherished.
If I perish, then, I perish."
Esther goes before the king,
"Ask what you wish! Anything!"
"Sir, the banquet hall has been prepared.
You and Haman must be there."
Haman's pride and hatred grew,
nip and tuck, until he knew
this old Mordecai just had to die
and he'd make it happen by and by.
"Build those gallows and Mort will see
he can't refuse to worship ME!"
The king awake one sleepless night
heard a bedtime story about the plight
of Mordecai, the Jew, who dared
reveal the plot and the king was spared.
"Honor HIM, that's what we'll do
and Haman, you will praise him too!"
Haman ran right home to Mama.
She said, "Honey, these Jews are overcomers.
You better drop this deal while you still can
cause Mordecai will be the man with the plan!"
A banquet hall. A joyful fest.
A determined queen. A worried guest.
Myrtle Queen becomes the star,
"King, here's who we really are…
my Jewish people are in danger here
because of Haman, it is clear.
My life I give in this endeavor
for my people will die without your favor."
A scepter raised. A signet ring.
A letter sealed, straight from the king.
The Jews are spared, hip, hip, hooray!
They live to see another day!
On gallows built for Mordecai,
the king said, "Hang that Haman high!"
Haman learned that pride don't pay
while Mordecai became the man of the day.
Myrtle, Myrtle, you're the star.
NOW I will remember who you are!
"Hadasseh." That's your Hebrew name
and it means "myrtle" just the same.
"Esther" is your Persian name
and that means "star" and we're so glad you came.
The name of God is not written in this book,
but His perfect plan is everywhere you look.
+B+B+ Becky Brown