David's Thoughts


Well, here it is, another new year coming our way.  My mother will be 100 years old in February and she is very excited about it.  My wife Betty will be (none of your business) years old in June and she's not too thrilled.  Perspective.  It's all in how you look at it.  At my mother's party I'll tell her, "Hey, I'm so thrilled for you and you look great!  At Betty's party I'll say, "Hey, I'm so sorry for you, but you look great!  Perspective.  Betty found a few gray hairs on her head the other day.  It concerned her.  My mother, whose hair has been completely gray for 50 years found a dark hair on her head last week and was delighted. Perspective.  How you look at situations really affects your attitude and what you think about something.   

Betty and I have been blessed in the last five years by her recovery from breast cancer.  Every day is a blessed day and even though I jest, we are so glad for the time God has given us together.  We choose to look at everything through new eyes that God has given us.  Eyes that were opened when we first met Him, and eyes that are opening wider everyday as He shows us His great love.  

We've been honored to minister God's word for over 40 years now.  I could never imagine, that years ago the Lord would reach down to us and cause us to be messengers of His love and grace to a world of chaos.  To look at us, you'd never think we were useful, but in God's eyes, he saw possibilities.  Perspective.  When you look at yourself as God's looks at you, you're something wondrous.  The song says, "God don't make no junk!"  I am living proof of that and so are you!

I hope you had a joyous time celebrating the Savior's birth and may you have another new year filled with possibilities for the Lord.  Thank you for your prayers this year and also your love offerings.  Our only means of support for this ministry is you.  God bless and we hope to see you soon.  Our calendar has been refurbished and will be up next week.  Come and see us if we are close by.

In Christ,  David and Betty



Being home is great.  Sometimes a little crazy, but still great.  I'll explain.  I don't exactly understand the love that older folks have for birds.  Let me clarify the word older, "anyone with more years behind them than me."  My mother for instance is 98 years old.  She is thrilled by birds.  I don't get it.  Honestly, birds, especially when they come close,  tend to creep me out.  They have eyes on the sides of their head.  When they look at you it's with just one eye.  What's the other eye looking at? It's like the T-Rex in Jurassic Park!  And, they're equipped with a weapon right between those eyes!  They're just tiny dinosaurs that would peck and eat you if they were bigger.  (By the way, your cat is a tiny tiger, so think about that!)  Anyway, here at home, my mom loves birds.  So much that she has about 25 bird feeders in her yard!  She has actually changed the migratory route for some species.  Word has gotten out to the flocks that if you can't make it to Mexico when the weather gets cold, just stop at Melba's house and hold up for the winter.  My mother has trash cans full of bird feed and almost every kind of feeder that has ever been made.  The reason for that, is that for Christmas, people give her bird feeders.  Lots and lots of feeders.   When you're 98 years old, first of all, that's lots and lots of years, and that's lots and lots of Christmas' and, well you get it, a whole bunch of feeders!  She has an Elvis feeder, at least I think it's Elvis.  His hair is white from all of the bird....uh, fall out.  I guess it could be Santa with a guitar.  She has a wooden feeder that looks like a metal barn.  She has a metal feeder that looks like a wooden barn.  She has trash can lids nailed upside down to posts.  There are Victorian style feeders, church style feeders, contemporary style feeders, single level feeders, multi level feeders, feeders with doors, feeders with windows!  She has a feeder that has a feeder IN IT!  Forrest Gump would be thrilled.  Me, not so much.  I'm just not a fan of the birds.  And here's one of the problems with the bird thing,..  SQUIRRELS.  That's right. Those cute little furry rodents with fuzzy tails.  They love bird seed.  All kinds of of bird seed.  All of mother's feeders are under trees.  The squirrels are like tiny ninjas.  They drop from the trees and eat all the bird seed.  In the process, they wreck the feeders.  Doors are ripped off, perches are broken, glass is smashed, and Elvis has been climbed on so many times that he now looks like he's kneeling and praying for a hound dog to chase the squirrels.

So the phone rings and I hear my mother say,  "Come over quick and shoot these squirrels!"  Well, I don't shoot much these days.  Now I'd probably shoot a bird, because , once again, they creep me out, but not much else.  So I politely declined from helping mom diminish the cute little animal population.  So she got a little upset and vowed that if no one was going to help her, she was going to kill those squirrels herself, regardless of what it took.  "OK mom, do what you have to do."  Be careful what you give your 98 year old mother permission to do!

The next day I go over to her house to check on her.  Her entire back porch is made up of windows that raise and lower.  Every window was raised that faced the "feeders."  In all of the window sills of all of the windows were all of the knives that the woman owns.  Butcher knives, steak knives, potato knives, butter knives, swiss army knives.  Whatever had a blade in her kitchen, was lined up in the windows.  She had a chair pulled up to the glass and she was stalking the enemy.  She turned to me when I came in with a wild look in her eye.  Not both of her eyes, just one.  After all she is 98.  I asked, "What on earth are you doing?!"  She said, "I'm killing me some squirrels."  I said, "Mother, I've got a feeling that the "rest home" is full of people who have said those very same words!" I asked her, "Have you killed any yet"?

She said, "I'm not sure, but I think I cut off one of em's tail!"

I asked, "Are you happy with that?"

"No," she said, "Cause I've lost three knives!"

We cleaned up the yard, glued and hammered feeders back together and found most of the knives.  There was a partial furry tail under a tree and Elvis's hair is no longer white, it's missing.  Mother must have scalped him in the massacre.  I guess mom's better with a knife that I thought.

 I've been traveling on the road for a total of thirty-seven years now.  The Lord has taken us so many places to minister.  Sometimes I think I've seen every weird thing you can imagine in the towns where I've gone to serve.  But then I come home and find that all the wonderful craziness I need can be found right here!  Home is good.  I hope that you can find a little of "home" this Christmas.  Wherever you may be, I pray God will bring comfort and give you time with those that you love so much and sweet memories of those who have gone on before.  That the peace that passes understanding will cover you and and prevail in your heart this Christmas season.  We have great cause for rejoicing because unto us a Child was born and a Savior has come.  His name is Jesus.  If you have been away from the Lord this year, then I urge you to come home.  Being back home with the Father is the best.   

Thank you for your prayers this year as we shared the good news of Jesus across our nation.  Thank you for your financial help.  We have no means of support other than from those who care for our ministry.  Your gift is so appreciated.  We promise to use it to further the kingdom of God.  Your gift is tax deductible and a receipt will be sent to you for your taxes.  Our mailing address is:  David Crain New Life Ministries, PO Box 277, Grand Saline, TX 75140.  You may also give online at this web-site if you so desire.

Please keep up with us here at www.davidcrain.com.  Come and see us if we are close by.  Betty is five years out from her cancer diagnosis and is doing well.  Thank you for lifting her up.  We treasure every day that God gives us.  

Gotta go now.  Betty is saying something about buying a bird feeder and I need to sharpen a few knives.  They'll probably work on birds too! 




So the deacon asked me if I liked venison (deer meat to you city dwellers).  "Well sure," I said.  Now I'm not a big deer hunter.  A friend of mine took me deer hunting a few years ago.  I got two armadillos and a squirrel.  That's when I discovered that I did NOT like armadillo meat.  But deer meat, not so bad. "Well," he said, "I've got some fresh deer I'll give you tonight after the service just before you head home."  He wanted to know if I had a refrigerator in the motorhome I travel in.  I told him I did.  He said me he'd help me load it up that night.  Now, friends and family have shared assorted meat products with me before.  They're usually wrapped in white butcher paper with the particular cut written on the side.  That is what I was expecting.  But nay, nay!  That was not what was coming.  After the service that evening, at First Baptist Church of None of Your Business, here came the deacon.  In his grasp was what appeared to be a commercial grade, contractor quality, industrial use garbage bag.  It was straining to keep from splitting open.  In several places, there were sharp points trying to burst out.  Then it hit me.  I asked, "Brother, is that a whole deer?"  He smiled and said, "Well no silly.  I gutted it and skinned it for you.  But ya still got your hooves and head!  You boil 'em for a bit, and they make a great stew.  The legs may be a little long for your fridge, but I brought my hammer, so no prob."

I'll skip what happen in the next few minutes for the sake of the children.  Three hours later, I arrive home.  Betty met me in the driveway to help me unpack the motorhome.  She first asked me how the day was and then she asked about the love offering.  I told her that some of it was in a very large garbage bag.  She asked, "Did they give you a garbage bag of money?"  She seemed very excited at that possibility.  I said, "No, deer."  She responded, "Well,.. dear, what's in the bag?"  I again said, "Deer."  Again she responded, "Thank you, dear, but the bag, what's in the bag?!"  Suddenly I felt like I was in an "Abbott and Costello" movie.  She opened up the black plastic sack and peered in.  The deer peered back.  To this day, I cannot tell you the words I heard from her.  They weren't ugly words, they were just so high pitched that only dogs in our neighborhood can tell you exactly what she said.  They still bark about it to this day.

This work of faith that I and my family have been called to has been wondrous and frightening at times.  For 36 years now this has been our road to travel.  I've had the privilege to speak to multitudes of people.  We've seen so many lives changed.  Not that God couldn't have done it without us, but the amazing thing is that He allowed us to be a part of it!  God has always provided for us through His people.  This wonderful time of year, as we reflect on all that we have been blessed with, I want to thank so many of you for helping us.  From your love offerings at the revivals, your donations to our ministry through the mail, to your deer meat.  God has used it all to keep us out there.  We have no other means of support but from folks who believe in what we do and care for us.  This year has been difficult because of all the medical issues with Betty.  But God is sufficient.  He has provided.  Thank you for your sacrifice and know that in the new year, we will go to wherever God opens the door for us.  Our ministry is a non-profit organization and all donations are tax- deductible.  But that's not why most people give.  Most of you give because of your love for us.  Thank you.  It sure makes being out there easier knowing that someone cares about you.

May you have a blessed Christmas and a great new year.  You are all so very deer to us.  We love you.

David and Betty  



At a young pastors conference not long ago, I started my message by saying, "I've been married for 41 years."  These were all relatively new guys to the ministry with young churches and new marriages.  They were impressed with my statement and interrupted my opening sentence with loud applause.  In the middle of their clapping I finished my opening line by saying, "to seven different women."  You should see preachers try to take back applause.  They were rubbing their hands together, wiping their palms with tissue, and passing around small bottles of Purell.  I then told them It was my opening joke, but I think some of them never trusted me for the rest of the presentation.  

The truth is, as of today, September 1, 2015, I have been married for 42 years.  Yes, to the same woman,  Betty. We met in High School.  It was the best thing I ever accomplished in school.  When I first met Betty, I said, "Lord, if I can just pick and choose, that brunette right there will do just fine!"  And she did.  The time has come and gone so quickly.  It seems as though the first time I saw her was just a few weeks ago.  What a great adventure we have had.  People ask me how I managed to have such a great marriage.  I just respond with, "I married Betty."  

42 years ago today, we eloped.  That's right, we ran away and got married.  We were of different denominations church wise and to avoid what we thought would be a problem with a wedding, we just went off on our own and got married.  We were like the church goin' Romeo and Juliet, except nobody died.  Justice of the Peace Joe Brown did the wedding in his living room in Dallas, we ate lunch at Kip's Big Boy hamburger stand and began our life together.  It was the best wedding I have ever attended and the best burger I have ever eaten, all because Betty was there.

I'm asked all the time, what would you do differently about marriage if you could go back.  Honestly, I'd just marry her sooner.  Some things you just know are right.  

We were looking at our wedding pictures not long ago.  She is just as beautiful to me today as she was then.  I, on the other hand, not so much!  In every picture of us lately, Betty looks like she's talking to Santa about Christmas.  I asked her the other day if she would love me when I'm old and pitiful.  She responded, "Honey, I do."

I can not explain our relationship, other than to say that we are simply devoted to each other.  She is my best friend.  The bible speaks of the two becoming one.  I truly understand that verse.  I realize it in our relationship.  I have heard that after many years together, the little old man begins to look like the little old woman, and the little old woman begins to look like the little old man.  For Betty's sake, I pray that is not the case!  But our hearts become so entwined with each other, that it is hard to tell where one stops and the other begins.

Betty's fight with cancer hasn't brought us closer.  We were already close.  It has caused us though, to treasure our time together even more and to cherish each moment that God has given us.  42 years.  Wow!  I was about 6 years old when we got married.  It was the best decision I made that year!

It is said that women marry men hoping to change them and men marry women, hoping they won't change.  I have been changed for the better by her love.  I try not to even think of where I would be without this relationship that God has so richly blessed me with.  In the exciting and the non-exciting, I love her.  Right now, while I write this blog, she is swatting a wasp on the window and asking me if I remembered what purchase I made at Lowe's for $21.41, and I just love her.  The way she swings that fly swatter is just a joy to me!  

Betty, happy anniversary!  After all these years, you're still my girl.  It's been the best journey.  Thank you for loving the man that I can't help but be!  We start working on 43 tomorrow.  I would elope with you all over again and I would eat another Big Boy hamburger with you in a heart beat!  I'm ready for whatever as long as you are there.  I love you!            

Fall Schedule

We've had a wonderful summer this year.  We've been from the rocky coast of Maine, to the green hills of Virginia, to the cool air of Colorado and then to the stifling heat of Texas!  We've seen people receive Jesus from the ages of 8 to 84!  We've covered a lot of territory, physically and spiritually.  Thanks to all the pastors and churches who have used us this year.  I'm still amazed every time the phone rings or the email comes from someone wanting us to share Christ.  We started our 35th year of this ministry in March of this year.  You'd think by now I would have found a job!  My dad used to ask me when I was going to get a REAL job.  "You know," he'd say, "one with benefits."  I always told him "This job's benefits are out of this world!" I don't know that he ever understood that.  

We've had some cancellations in September of this year.  Pastors resigning and moving will cut into our schedule pretty fast.  If your church or organization can use us next month, please call and let's schedule something.  I want to be used and not be idle.  If you know of an event or revival that we could be a part of, let us know.  Email or call the office.  Operators are standing by, well actually Betty is sitting by the phone, but it's the same principal, just smaller scale.

I hope your summer was terrific!  We're looking forward to the fall with great anticipation that God will continue to move in his people.  Thank you for praying for us.  Hope to see some of you very soon

In Christ, David