Archive for May, 2009

You like people with your head


          You love people with your heart.               

-eab ,5/20/09

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Moses had never ever seen

A bush burning and yet all green.

God spoke, the great “I Am,”

Told him his people “were in a jam”

God wanted them out, out clean.

  1. (Exo 3.2)                 – eab, 4/2/05

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My soul today is thirsting for living streams divine,
To sweep from highest Heaven to this poor heart of mine;
I stand upon the promise, in Jesus’ Name I plead;
O send the gracious current to satisfy my need.


Like a mighty sea, like a mighty sea,
Comes the love of Jesus sweeping over me;
The waves of glory roll, the shouts I can’t control;
Comes the love Jesus sweeping o’er my soul.


I see the clouds arising, the mercy clouds of love,
That come to bring refreshing down from the throne above,
The earnest of the shower, just now to us is giv’n,
And now we wait, expecting the floods of grace from Heav’n.


The show’rs of grace are falling, the tide is rolling in,
The floodtide of salvation, with power to cleanse from sin;
It’s surging through my being and takes my sin away,
It keeps me shouting glory! through all the happy day.


It’s coming, yes, it’s coming, it’s coming down this hour,
A torrent of salvation in saving, cleansing power:
I hear the billows surging, I see them mount and roll;
O glory, hallelujah! they’re sweeping through my soul.


Henry Lake Gilmour died this date (5/20 1920) in New Jer­sey.  He was a dentist who composed a number of gospel song tunes including the above.  An active Methodist (the Wenonah Methodist Church, NJ was started in his home), Gilmour had come from Ireland where he was born (Londonderry) on 1/19/1836.

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Abortion rights?  No.  Abortion wrongs!

                                            Wrongs to the baby

                                            Wrongs to the mother’s psych

                                            Wrongs to God.                      

-eab, 5/17/09

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There are battles in the land of Canaan

Giants in the hills,

A daily dying to humanity,

A constant deadness to our wills.

          – eab, 5/19/2006

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Every individual has a place to fill in the world and

            is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not.


Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued,

            is always just beyond your grasp, but which,

             if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.


Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but

            the best of our nature.


No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and

            another to the multitude,

            without finally getting bewildered as to which one is true.


Time flies over us, but

            leaves it shadow behind.


What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart.

            What jailer so inexorable as one’s self.


Words – so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary,

            how potent for good and evil they become

            in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.


(The above are said to be quotes from Hawthorne.)


Nathaniel Hawthorne died this date (5/19/1864). 

He wrote both  Scarlet Letter, House of Seven Gables

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Some Call it   humanity


       Which in All   reality


             Is the Gall of   carnality. 

                                                                                    –eab, 5/18/09

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Two brothers were told what to do;

One said “yes” but never came through.

The other said “no,”

But later did go.

Actions tell a lot about you!

(Mat 21.28)

                – eab, 4/2/05 

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This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

 This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

 This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.

 This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, “The Lord is in this place.”
This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Came—a pledge of deathless love.

 This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad.
This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.

 This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.

 Maltie Davenport Babcock died this date (5/18/1901) at Naples, Italy,

 Babcock attended both Syracuse University and Auburn Theological Seminary.

He pastored a Presbyterian Church in Lockport, New York, Brown Memorial Church, in Baltimore, Maryland, and followed Henry Van Dyke at the Brick Presbyterian Church in New York City.

 Babcock published nothing in his lifetime; his wife, Catherine, collected and published many of his writings after his death. This Is My Father’s World is thought to be associated with the area Babcock liked to hike in NY with a view of farms, orchards, and Lake Ontario.  He was born 8/3/1858 at Syracuse, NY.

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There is:

          the     Infinite Universe


                   the               Interior Universe


                              the              Inspirational Universe 

 – eab, 10/03

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