“Blessed Is He That Considereth The Poor” (Psalms 41:1)


Vivid memories of poverty-induced pain and misery thru out my childhood and youth in my earthly father’s house will linger in my mind for all my earthly days, I expect. Likely the most excruciatingly painful of those experiences, was that of lying awake at night (too many nights thru out my upbringing), unable to get the nightly sleep my body needed because pain from the nerves in decayed teeth was too intense to allow me to fall asleep. There was not enough money in my father’s house to pay a dentist to repair those teeth and thus relieve that pain.

A most blessed result to stem from those painful (but fruit producing) experiences is the intense burning desire in my heart to help every hurting soul on this planet Earth that I possibly can.

About 1980, as I traveled from Japan to the Pacific island of Guam once or twice annually to do various evangelistic work on that tropical island, Fran (not her real name) started attending children services I held and soon accepted Christ as her Saviour.

“My teeth are killing me,” Fran remarked painfully to me in 1982, when she was 10 or 11 years old. (Her father had passed away when she was about 4 years old.) I asked her to open her mouth. And as I peered inside, the sight of this fatherless child’s decayed teeth was much worse than my teeth had ever gotten when I was in my earthly father’s poor farmhouse. (One reason was that she had more sweets to eat than I did.)

As soon as I could, I asked Fran’s Korean mother if I could take her to the dentist, me paying for it, of course. With much thanksgiving, Mom happily agreed to that. Upon looking into Fran’s mouth, the dentist was somewhat aghast, just as I had been. “I will get to work filling many cavities. Because of much long neglect, teeth have moved out of place. She must wear braces for several months, if her teeth are to ever ‘set right’ and be properly aliened. Also, she has one impacted tooth that a dental surgeon will have to remove.”

I made that appointment ASAP with the dental surgeon this dentist recommended. A few days later I am sitting in his waiting room praying for that surgery to go perfectly. When he finally called me in at the end of it, Fran looked groggy and somewhat half-conscious. “She took it like a true soldier.” The dentist complimented her for “hanging in there” under strong sedative while he cut apart her gums on both sides to push the impacted tooth sideways with a probe, to where he could get his pliers a hold of it on the opposite side to pull it out. 

For the next 3 or 4 weeks, I took Fran to the original dentist several times for him to fill many cavities. He referred me to an orthodontist. And when this cavity filler dentist told me that she was at the stage where the orthodontist could start his work and fit her with braces, I took her to the orthodontist. More than a year later, the end result was that Fran’s much-neglected teeth were repaired and set in place as well as American dentistry could do.

Reader Friend, isn’t that wonderful! That blessed end result replaced her pained expression with a beautiful smile (and put a big smile in my heart).      

In the New Testament, Chapter 12 of 1st Corinthians gives us much rich teaching as to the blessedness of each Christian believer as a member of the body of Christ. Verse 26 starts with “And whether one member suffer, all the members suffer with it.”

My Christian Friend, seriously consider just how much (or how little) you suffer with a fellow Christian. Truly suffering with a fellow member of the body of Christ will cause you to earnestly pray for our Lord to help that one in their suffering. It will also naturally cause you to speak words of comfort and encouragement to them. But likely the greatest manifestation of true compassion, sympathy, concern and suffering with that soul, is that you will do anything in your power to relieve that suffering. That’s where the rubber hits the road.

As you travel down this road of life headed straight toward the Judgment Seat of Christ to be judged for how you have lived after you were redeemed by the Blood of the Lamb, are you truly being a Good Samaritan to any hurting soul you can possibly help (not just to a fellow Christian)??? I observe that we are prone to readily help hurting souls near around us, who are in our sight, but are not prone at all to search out and help suffering souls far away, who are out of sight, out of sound, and therefore out of mind.

Presently (in 2017), by God’s Abundant Grace, annually I send as many thousands of dollars as I possibly can to Pastor Raju in India for him to feed widows who were eating only 1 meal a day (and for other dire needs). One time, upon receiving a donation from me, he wrote to me in Japan to say that my donation enabled him to give his church widows a 2nd meal each day.

God have mercy on you pastors and church leaders in the U.S. who regularly lade church tables with diabetes-inducing sweets practically every time your church folks assemble in your “house of God”, and don’t give a hoot about the welfare of your hungry widowed elderly sisters in Christ in India who have only one bowl of rice to eat each day. Should not the remainder of the Body care (suffer), when one member suffers??? Beware that your Creator God is likely to soon give you “cleanness of teeth”. “And I also have given you cleanness of teeth in all your cities, and want of bread in all your places: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the Lord.” (Amos 4:6) 

Pastor Raju in India feeds and clothes widows and orphans with the offerings I send him, thank God. He also used some of my offering to buy a wheel chair for a boy in his church that has one leg missing from the knee down. 

Back in the early 1990s, a letter came to my house from Sister Pansy Nerella in India (of no relation to Pastor Raju’s church). Pansy was the widow of the late Pastor Henry Nerella (in a different area of India). Part of her letter read like this:

“I am very weak, recovering from extensive and painful surgery to remove numerous kidney stones and gall stones.” (The drinking water in her area was light brown in color, from the much iron that was in it.)

“Tho I was practically dying, they would not admit me to a hospital unless I paid in advance. But I had no money. So I went to an acquaintance who was a man of means, tho not a Christian (a Hindu), and begged for a loan from him to save my life. He had pity upon my soul and loaned me the necessary $7,000. Now, in my dire poverty and weak physical state, I must somehow repay him but I have no means whereby to do so. Please have pity upon me to help me, if you will.”

Glory to God, by God’s Grace I sent that dear hurting sister of mine $8,000. (Thanks be to God, I am my sister’s keeper!) I wrote my elder Sister Pansy saying that I was praying for healing and strength for her. I told her to pay off her debt with the offering I sent and to use the rest of the money where most needed. She was most grateful. Sister Pansy lived several more years, going on to Heaven in 2015.

“Brother Richard, how could a poor foreign missionary like you immediately send her $8,000??”

It’s simple and easy. Living in Japan, in addition to daily preaching Christ, I regularly work 3 “tent making” jobs that provide income to be used in such noble and lofty ways. In my younger days, I sometimes worked as long as 20 hours a day. I have no time to stare at moving picture screens and to live in worldly pleasures. I eat simple and healthy, disdaining the banquetings (I Peter 4:3) that have become prevalent most every time the church comes together in the house of God.

Living in Japan, I have rare occasion to help poor Japanese who are suffering due to poverty, rare because Japanese are hard working and because they help their own countrymen.

In December 2007, I had flown from Japan to Guam to preach there, and later and took a short airplane hop from Guam over to the nearby small island of Rota to lodge 12 days with Pastor Tony and to preach in his church of about 10 in attendance. Twelve-year-old Kati (a brown island girl, and not her real name) attended his church with her mother and half-sister. Having observed that the “service sector” was very limited on primitive Rota, one day I remarked to Pastor Tony; ‘I’m surprised that there’s an orthodontist on Rota.’

“There’s no orthodontist here!” He replied bewildered.

‘But Kati is wearing braces.’

“Yea, she was staying a while with her Auntie in New Jersey, and there Medicare paid for those braces she needed.”

But while Kati was under that orthodontist’s care in New Jersey, her family made the decision for her to get on an airplane and fly to her family on Rota where there is no orthodontist. Kati just up and flew away, wearing her braces to this small tropical island to live here.

‘Well, Pastor Tony, something must be done about those braces! Her mouth is growing causing those braces to steadily tighten and …’(I expounded further).

That missionary pastor sort of shrugged to indicate “Am I my brother’s keeper?” And he essentially had nothing more to say on the subject.

The next time Kati came to church, I made sure to ask her, ‘Kati, how are your braces?’

“They’re beginning to hurt!” She replied plenty painfully.

Thank God for bringing me to Rota (the first time in my life) in perfect timing to help hurting Kati! I went over to her poor mother there in church: ‘Kati’s braces are starting to hurt her because her mouth is growing. It’ll get worse! Something must be done!’

“I know,” she sighed remorsefully and hopelessly, “but I have no money.”

In a few days, I flew back to Guam as scheduled and started searching for a dentist who would remove Kati’s braces immediately, calling Rota almost daily to confer with Pastor Tony, Kati, and her mom.

“Because she’s a minor, I’ll take her braces off on the condition that her mother be present,” one Guam dentist replied to me.

I call Kati’s mom on Rota to tell her I’ll provide plane tickets for both her and Kati and they can lodge a night or two with church folks on Guam.

“I cannot enter Guam on my passport.” Kati’s mother gave me that regretful reply. She was not a U.S. citizen. Trying as best I could to relieve Kati’s torment, I was hitting one brick wall after another. Mercy, Lord God, to open up the way, I plead!

“The braces are getting so tight I can’t sleep at night because of the pain!” Kati frantically told me that on the phone. (I recalled similar painful, sleepless nights from my boyhood.)  

I phoned Kati’s current plight to a dentist on Guam. “Tell them to take needle nose pliers, clip the wires, and pull out all the wires from the braces. That will relieve much pressure.” I relayed that to Kati’s mom and they did that on Rota.

With my Lord working Powerfully in hearts, I found a Christian dentist on Guam who agreed to remove Kati’s braces without her mother being present, if I would be present and act as her legal guardian. I happily agreed to that, and phoned that news to Kati’s mom. She wrote her consent to that (giving me custody of Kati during the time she would be on Guam). Kati brought that letter of consent to Guam with her on the airplane and handed it over to me upon arrival. Thank Thee, Lord, for giving me this precious child as my own, for 2 days.  

(Kati has a U.S. passport. So she can enter Guam, a U.S. territory.) I sent her mother the money for roundtrip plane fare to Guam for Kati alone. I met Kati at the Guam Airport on a Saturday in January 2008 when her plane arrived at 1:20 PM, and drove her straight to the dentist’s office about 2 miles away. (Everything is conveniently nearby on these small islands.)

Tho he customarily closed at 1 PM on Saturdays, this kind Christian dentist (pastor of a small church) stayed overtime in his clinic with 2 of his staff. They 3 patiently removed Kati’s braces (some places were stubbornly tight), and he polished her teeth and such.

‘Does that feel better?’ I asked Kati as she finally got out of the dentist chair after somewhat of an ordeal.

“Yea!” She replied with a big smile of relief as wide as the Pacific Ocean. Oh, what JOY!

I paid up and told Kati to give the two ladies (dental staff) a hug. We 2 left the dentist in my rental car, most happy and relieved.

‘Kati, how are your glasses?’

“I’m beginning to have a little trouble seeing well.”

I drove to a mall and took Kati into an eyeglass store where a man gave her a thorough eye exam. “There has been some eyesight deterioration since she got the glasses she’s wearing. She needs new glasses. We can have a new pair ready for her in an hour.”

I asked him to show Kati the styles of eyeglasses (frames) that would be most suitable and practical for her. He did so, and she picked her favorite from among them. I asked which cases are strong and practical, and she picked her favorite eyeglass case. Then Kati and I strolled around the air-conditioned mall an hour or so, chatting and such. (Guam is tropical. January is hot.)

We 2 came back to this “eye” store. Kati took off her old glasses and put the new pair on. These newly measured frames fit her growing face perfectly.

‘Can you see better now?’ I asked.

“Yea!” Kati replied with the same rapturous face she replied to me when she got out of the dentist chair.

‘Put your old glasses in this new case and take them back to your Mother.’ (I don’t think she had a case till now, just her eyeglasses.) Sweet Jesus, I’m blessed beyond measure to have a daughter for 2 days to do these most helpful things she desperately needed! (All you parents know how it genuinely makes you feel like a parent each time you shell out money for your children.)

I drove Kati to a missionary’s house for a blessed supper with their large family and some guests (including me). She went on to spend the night with a pastor’s family who had a daughter just younger than Kati. The following morning, Kati sat in church on Guam listening to me preach. The next day (Monday), I drove her to the airport for her to fly back to Rota. Plane ticket, dentist and eye doctor totaled about $500. I was most blessed and overjoyed to hand over that money.

Meanwhile, Reader Friend, I keep a sharp lookout for the next “Kati in need.” You do likewise, and you help them!

“But I don’t have such money!”

Oh really? Total up the money you have spent for possessions, events and such that were totally (or mostly) for pleasure. Total up the expensive things you have bought, but are not necessary to life. The Judge of all the earth has kept a detailed, exact record down to the penny of your spending on pleasure for Self versus your giving to the poor and suffering. You are soon to meet that record in Judgment. The soul that liveth in pleasure on this earth is dead while he or she liveth. (I Timothy 5:6)

Think on this, please. For several years now (in 2017), a middle age Godly Christian lady in Florida has been collecting aluminum cans, selling them and donating the proceeds to my missionary work, thank God. I’ve never met Sister Parry in person. Over 10 years ago she got my books somehow, read them, and started writing me. She’s a tremendous blessing to me. Each time her sales of the cans add up to $100, she sends me $100, an average of about 3 times a year. That helps me tremendously.

If there is a place in your area that buys aluminum, consider urging your church’s young people to collect aluminum for your church to use the proceeds as the Lord leads you. With minimum supervision, any group of young people could take this on as a project. You well know how our nation is “covered with cans”. Mrs. Parry asks gas stations and such places to let her go thru their garbage to retrieve the aluminum cans inside. When she tells such businesses that the money is going to a missionary in Japan, several places gladly save up their cans for her and call her when they have a load. I’m most thankful to God for the $300 or so annual support that it means to me.

Anyone collecting cans would need to carefully organize that “operation” to the end that they aren’t doing much extra driving to accomplish it, consuming expensive gasoline. Mrs. Parry drops by businesses to pick up cans, as she does her routine driving to and fro, thus doing very little extra driving in her “canning” work. She routinely walks roadsides in her area, picking up cans.  

From the time I was 4 years old or so, till I graduated from high school, my parents kept me busy doing all the physical labor on our farm that I was able to do. That was most beneficial to me. It engrained a strong work ethic in me. Many present-day kids and youth are cursed in that little or no physical work is assigned to them, or even available to them. With much free time, the devil is quick to step in to entice them to engage in sin during it, or to sit endlessly before a high tech moving screen that ruins their precious God-given eyesight and robs them of necessary exercise, not even to mention the ungodly and sinful scenes they are watching, which program their minds to copycat that sin.

In agony of spirit, I observe church youth shopping around for the church that will baby them with the most food, amusement, recreation and such vanity inside God’s house. I observe church youth arrive at God’s house on Friday nights and Saturdays (at the time fun activities are scheduled for them) with a spoiled, sullen look on their face that says, “This had better be good. We can always switch to another church that is more fun.”

Church carries on an aggressive sports agenda in its own neighborhood for its youth, topped off with frequent trips to Six Flags Over Everywhere to bombard their kids with the lust of the eye, the lust of the flesh and the pride of life in a most professional and powerful manner. Some churches even use the tithes and offerings of their congregations (supposedly given to the Lord) to pay for such expensive babying, living ever so carnally and worldly by doing so, but meanwhile giving absolutely NO thought to suffering with multitudes of brothers and sisters in Christ thru out the Earth who suffer in physical pain with no money to pay for medical treatment to cure that pain, and/or go hungry much of the time in their poverty. Rest assured that payday is soon coming when God brings poverty, famine, and plagues upon fat, pleasure-loving, churchgoing Americans.

“And I will give children to be their princes, and babes shall rule over them.” (Isaiah 3:4) “As for my people, children are their oppressors, and women rule over them…” (Vs. 12a)

Presently, we see such occurring as children demand that their parents, church leaders and such adults spoil them, or they will sullenly howl loudly until the adults cave in to their demands.

Aluminum cans abound everywhere. It would be most profitable eternally for kids and teens to make valuable use of free time by collecting and selling them. It seems a shame to let the aluminum “go to waste”, when Christian young’uns could be laying up treasures in Heaven by collecting it to use the proceeds for God’s work, especially to help souls suffering in poverty.  

If you ask businesses in your area for cans that accumulate in their garbage, and if young’uns (or anyone) keep an eye out to pick up cans they see lying around, likely you would be amazed at the amount you would accumulate as time goes by.

“For who hath despised the day of small things?” (Zechariah 4:10) The short answer to that question is “Those souls who know not their Creator God and His Will for their lives on this earth.” Almighty Jehovah is a God that forbids waste. “When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.” (John 6:12) Our Lord commanded that the fragments of food be gathered up after He miraculously multiplied 5 loaves of bread and 2 small fishes to feed a hungry multitude of thousands of folks to the full. Lord Jesus, please save each of us from the awful sin of wasting.  

Each aluminum can will likely sell for 1 cent or more. Millions of cans are daily emptied and discarded in our nation. That is millions of pennies Christians could use to feed the hungry, preach the saving Gospel far and near, and such, if only Christians would take the time to gather up those fragments. (I collect cans here in Japan and sell them.) Who hath despised a small penny?? But present-day Christians had rather spend their free time eating, drinking and making merry, fattening themselves up for the soon-coming slaughter God will bring upon this selfish generation.    

During World War II, the German Nazi army surrounded Leningrad, Russia in a siege trying to starve them into surrendering. Thousands died of cold and starvation. Toward the end of the siege, cannibalism abounded. (Reader friend, starvation and its resulting cannibalism are in our near future, no doubt. Read such history in ancient days in the Old Testament book of Lamentations and expect the same tragedy to soon overtake us fat, faring sumptuously every day Lovers of Self.)

A starving Russian lady resident of Leningrad walked to a high ranking government office begging for food to keep her alive. The official sadly told her none was available. She asked him for the old leather case she saw lying on a table in his office. He gave it to her. She went home, cut the leather into string-like strips, boiled them to make “meat jelly” (to eat) and sent him 2 jars of it as a gift (for him to eat).

Reader Friend, such a life of starvation worldwide is just ahead, I firmly believe. When I was a small child (1950), we ate at church only one time a year (dinner on the ground in mid-summer). Presently, I’m most blessed with the privilege of preaching in many churches in Japan and in the U.S. But upon entering a church building nowadays, often it is a sore grief to me to be greeted with “The coffee is over there.”

‘No thank you, I’m not a drug addict and I didn’t come to this house of God to work at becoming one. I came to worship my Creator!!!’

“Help yourself to everything” (donuts, fudge, pie, cake and such harmful junk foods in gluttonous abundance). Then, when prayer requests are voiced at church: “Pray for Sister Plump Pie (or Brother Cake Clump). Their diabetes is bad, out of control.”

‘No, thank you. Please cease trying to ruin my health and make a diabetic out of me.’

What? have ye not houses to eat and to drink in? or despise ye the church of God, and shame them that have not?” (I Corinthians 11:22) “And if any man hunger, let him eat at home; that ye come not together unto condemnation. (Verse 34) Church Attending Friend, do you ever hear these 2 above verses from I Corinthians 11 expounded upon from your church’s pulpit, or by your Sunday School teacher, or even mentioned by anyone in your church??? Get ready to frantically search for mice and rats to eat as you starve.

 Please read my sermon titled “Enter The Sword” in the Sermon section of my web site. It vividly describes God’s sword punishing “lovers of self”. In 1984, I sent that warning in printed booklet form by 4th class mail to every mailbox in several American cities and towns. Ever so appalling was the filthy language in a few letters I got from a few “lovers of self” who read that warning. But ignoring the many warnings abounding and ignoring the reality of that sword will do nothing to stay it from coming to destroy you Lover of Self.  

If you want to lead young people to pick up aluminum can pennies, and if you send any pennies to this missionary, those pennies will help relieve the sufferings of the next “Kati” I come to know of on this Asian side of the world, or the next Asian church congregation I learn of that has several members (our brothers and sisters in Christ) suffering with only one meal a day.  

Reader Friend, if you would care to push away from the banquet table, get off your fat can, and get your church youth out collecting the many pennies readily available in the form of aluminum cans, and if you want to send any portion of the proceeds to me and designate them to go to Pastor Raju in India, it would be a delight to me to send them on to him. Or ask me for his address if you want it.

Thank you Sunday School teachers, who read or tell my missionary stories to your class. Thank you Sunday School teachers, who ask your class if they occasionally want to send their offering to me. I greatly appreciate your benevolence and each penny you give to me. To me, a penny is not to be despised.     

You who are caught up in the vanity of social media, I would greatly appreciate it if you would ask all your social media audience to read this writing of mine, available on my web sight for all to read. www.Christ-is-all.us Please spread these Good Samaritan stories far and wide, while praying with me that more folks will have compassion to become a Good Samaritan themselves!

“Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.” (Psalms 41:1) Lord Jesus Christ, please work in my life to cause me to consider the poor to the fullest extent that is Thy Will for me. It is a most wonderful thing to have Almighty Lord God Jehovah deliver me in time of trouble. I want to have such deliverance that is promised to me here in this Scripture if I properly consider the poor.

“The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.” (Verse 2) Precious Lord Jesus, I desire this that Thou preserve me and keep me alive. I desire to be blessed upon the earth. I do not want to be delivered unto the will of my enemies. So please help me to truly consider and aid the poor.”

“The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.” (Verse 3) Lord Jesus, Thou art my God that doest heal me. Please strengthen me upon the bed of languishing. Please make all my bed in my sickness. Please cause me to consider and to comfort and to aid the poor, the sick, the afflicted and the ailing souls on this earth, to the fullest extent of my ability. 

Reader Friend, please think deeply and long on the helpful promises made in these above 3 verses of Scripture to anyone who will consider the poor.

“He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the Lord; and that which he hath given will he pay him again.” (Proverbs 19:17) Gracious Lord Jesus, I can testify to the blessed truth of this Scriptural Promise. Thou hast faithfully repaid me many fold over, that which I have given unto the poor. Thou hast caused my heart to continuously overflow with the Joy of the Lord for having pity upon the poor. Thou hast made me the most blessed human soul on the face of the Earth. Thank Thee, Precious Lord.

Reader Friend, your Creator God desires to do the exact same wonderful things for you, if only you will let Him.

“Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.” (Luke 6:38) Thank Thee, Lord Jesus for always returning to me many fold over, that which I give unto Thee. Please guide my giving perfectly. I desire to always be a cheerful giver. Perfect that cheerful attitude in me.

Reader Friend, you can never outgive God.  

Truly, there is much good news in this sin sick world that is rapidly self-destructing and is fattening itself up for the greatest slaughter ever known in history. Each of you who are generous to me is a great blessing and encouragement to me. Thank you so much for being a tremendous help and a rich blessing to me! God bless you and repay you richly for all you do for me!

“Whoso stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor, he also shall cry himself, but shall not be heard.” (Proverbs 21:13) Almighty Jehovah God, please help us all to fully believe the certainty of this warning. Any soul that stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor, of a certainty the time will come when that miserable soul will also desperately cry for help, but he or she shall not be heard. Save each of us from being that person. Please show great mercy upon each of us to save us from being Lovers of Self.    

Christ’s unprofitable servant in Japan,

Richard Yerby

PO Box 4, Matsuida-Machi

Annaka-Shi, Gunma-Ken

379-0200 JAPAN


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