What’s YOUR View?

Romans could view Christ as         an unpleasant Peasant

Jews could view Christ as               an unprofitable Prophet

Christians know Christ as               the Prince of Princes  – eab, 5/7/07

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Where Is He Bound?

Judge not a man by his origins,

The banks and borders he called home,

Before he came to where you saw him,

Before he from that place did roam.

 

It’s not our point of origin,

Not old country nor outer creed,

That decides the worth of earth’s traveler,

Nor even present movements or deeds.

 

Which way is his nose pointed?

If he were (he’s far more) a hound,

You’d know by the set of his head.

The direction his heart is bound.  

 

Judge not a man by his home,

Judge by where he’s going,

Judge by exerted efforts,

Judge by his daily toiling.  – eab, 4/01

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Francis Scott Key – death, Jan. 11, 1843

Lord, with glowing heart I’d praise Thee,
For the bliss Thy love bestows,
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.

Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away;
Praise, with love’s devoutest feeling,
Him Who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.

Praise thy Savior God that drew thee
To that cross, new life to give,
Held a blood sealed pardon to thee,
Bade thee look to Him and live.
Praise the grace whose threats alarmed thee,
Roused thee from thy fatal ease;
Praise the grace whose promise warmed thee,
Praise the grace that whispered peace.

Lord, this bosom’s ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express.
Low before Thy footstool kneeling,
Deign Thy suppliant’s prayer to bless:
Let Thy grace, my soul’s chief treasure,
Love’s pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth Thy praise.

Key, of course, is far better known as the author of our National Anthem, The Star Spangled Banner.  He was a lawyer, as most know, but he also was a Christian who taught a Sunday School class and who helped to organize The Foriegn and Domestic Missionary Socitey in 1820.  He died in Baltimore.

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