THE SPIRIT It means so little, When so little meet, If the Spirit meets them not. But when two or three And the Spirit meet, The meeting means a lot. [1] – eab, Jul. ’74 [1] Written at my first pastorate in Maryville, TN.
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THE SPIRIT
Posted in poem, uncategorized, worship, tagged first pastorate, Maryville, Maryville Tennessee, The Spirit, TN on July 12, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
J. D. WEBB, SR.
Posted in poem, uncategorized, tagged 1914, Benjamin Harrison, biographical note, Brother Webb, Charles Stalker, Culp, Eisenhower, Fleming, Holy text, Ike, John Denver Webb, Nazarene cowboy, nineteen fourteen Cadillac, Obadiah, old-time conviction pains, open bi-plane, Orville Wright, pastor 1953-1957, pastored in Clinton, prayed at our 1961 wedding, Rees, rough-riding boys, Ruth, Shelhamer, Shepherd of the fold, Teddy Roosevelt, telegraph, TN, Uncle Bud on October 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
It’s one thing to set biographical note, Recounting birth and marriage, and death, Merely stating the facts as they go, From first to the latest breath. It’s another entirely to contemplate, Selectively choose, accurately state, The feelings, the memories, The anchoring points, old man-to-young Reflecting, grateful for impressions, Left, largely unsung. He was old [...]
DUSKING DARK
Posted in nature, poem, uncategorized, tagged Blount County, Friendsville, Tennessee, TN on October 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
A cedar against a pink-lavender sky, In the space between the neighboring oaks, The silhouetted bird flies by, The crickets sing an evening song, A lowly cow lows, the day is closed, While along the horizon The pink fades and goes. Sights and sounds the heart and mind Senses but lets them slip. A day [...]
FALL
Posted in fall, poem, uncategorized, tagged fall, Friendsville, pastoring Christ Church - Bible Methodist, TN on October 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Fall, that most brilliant of seasons, With an aroma all its own, Has for various reasons On my affections grown. It’s partly all the color; Red? No, reddish brown? Orange? It’s one or the other, That leaf that just fell down. And it’s partly the falling leaf; A twirl, a spin, a sliding [...]
IN A NUTSHELL
Posted in fall, nature, poem, science, time, uncategorized, tagged "No sweat", "Tupperware", Autumn's tone, Christ Church – Bible Methodist, Christ College and Christ Academy, Cincinnati, enduring oak, flourish unseen, forest floor mat, found it, fresh nut, Friendsville, full-fruited, future, future miniature enduring oak, given time it will be, in a nutshell., it wasn't uncouth, maturity it was striving for, miniature, on a visit, pastel acorns, Rome, Rome wasn't built in a fall, sealed, sealed Tupperware-tight, September, September still found it, serrated leaf, stick by its place, TN, wasn't built in, Written while working, Youth to maturity, Youth to maturity – in a nutshell, youthful and green on September 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Upon a tree with serrated leaf, I found, A fresh nut growing, smooth and round. It had grown all summer, at its best, But September still found it far from rest. Its shape was right, its form – “No sweat.” But maturity it was striving for, and Hadn’t reached there yet. Its size told that, [...]
SEA SIDE BREAKFAST
Posted in poem, sea OR shore, uncategorized, tagged be ye filled, boisterous "boiling", Christ Church - Bible Methodist, come and dine, Friendsville, in sin, laborious net, night of toiling, open-faced sea, pastoring, the fish, TN, weary men, your Master on July 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Come, leave your night of toiling On the boisterous “boiling,” Of an open-faced sea. Come, leave the laborious net, And the fish you DID get, By simply obeying Me. Come and dine; be ye filled, ‘Tis your Master who has willed, A meal for weary men. Come now, and be refreshed, Far more than [...]
Talent
Posted in poem, uncategorized, tagged a right to run, both given by God, Define talent, dimensions, Friendsville, God gives to each man one, pastoring Christ Church - Bible Methodist, Sorting's a job to do, Swiss-like cheese, talent, talents seem to counter, TN on June 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Define this thing called talent. Describe its dimensions please. Does it come in large and small sizes? Like holes in Swiss-like cheese. God gives to each man one. But what if He gave him two? Or three or half a dozen – Sorting’s a job to do. What if the talents seem to [...]
A PRAYER
Posted in poem, time, uncategorized, worship, tagged a useless disgrace, banished of sin, become dearer, brightest heaven, days of rushing ever faster, Friendsvill, let us hear Thy calling voice, magnetically peel, mansions prepared, mere men, pastoring Christ Church - Bible Methodist, record we have fixed in place, restless days, scrap of steel, serve Thee by eternal choice, sojourn will not, soul simple, Timeless tomorrow, TN, tomorrow will beckon in haste, Tug on my soul, when we are faced, wood hay & stubble, worshiping the Master, Your Father heart on June 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Give us ways of worshiping the Master, Grant us ways. In these days of rushing ever faster, Restless days. Urge us upward through the clamoring din, Ever onward. Till upward pulling You bring us in, To brightest heaven, banished of sin, To mansions prepared for mere men. Pull us upward. [...]
Victory Worth the Cross
Posted in fall, holy living, nature, poem, tagged a shoot, beginning, Christ College, dawn, Friendsville, inside its little heart, kernel, new life, root from it ranged, simply rot, sod, symmetry, the Cross, TN, tree, untimely end, victory, walnut on January 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
A lone walnut chanced to drop upon the sod alone, Where it seemed to lie and simply rot, quietly, forlorn. Its form was changed, its symmetry gone. Its kernel worthless to eat, What an untimely end thus to met. Deep inside its little heart new life was beginning. Oh, for a fresh start (another [...]
H Robb French – birth, Dec. 26, 1891
Posted in QQQuaint Quality Quotes, today in history, worship, tagged 1891, 1915, a clear voice, born this day, CO., Denver, give to God, H Robb French, Hamilton Robb French, harvest, heart purity, Holy Ghost, invest, most godly man I ever knew, Nashville, Pentecost, power, seed, sermon, the God Head, TN, today in history, Trevecca College on December 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Seed produces a certain kind of harvest. – From a sermon of H. Robb French Holy Ghost represents the power of the God Head. – From a sermon of H. Robb French Was Pentecost a special day? No, it was a specimen day. – From a sermon of H. Robb [...]
