Rhetorical Question

What would Jesus do? 

 

          Would Jesus be an investment banker? 

 

                   In our decaying world?           

– eab, 2/03              (Please note this was written in Feb. of 2003)

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Horizons

Horizons we see but cannot meet,

Arrive where they were they aren’t at your feet.

Horizons so far, so distant, so grand,

We never quite meet one, try as hard as we can,

Run ever so fast, climb ever so high,

Horizons tease onward, where mountain meets sky.

The horizon I speak of, of course, is the one

Where geographic forms collide with the sun,

When the day star slips behind mineral and bark,

Its swift run, won, and leaves us in dark.

But another horizon exists and calls,

Where the laborious wave decidedly falls,

On the water-worn land of a battered old beach,

Where quartz and univalves mutually bleach.

The man who wanders there is pleased to have found,

An horizon he conquers; where sea meets the ground.

Where the Main laps or lunges at his feet in the sand,

And challenges ever the presence of land.

The horizon here found is attainable, close;

Not an illusion – a tangible coast.

A goal that is reached, a boundary that’s set;

This dry solid earth, this mysterious wet.

And man’s spirit here feels so light and so free,

At the very boundary, The boundary of earth and sea.

           –eab, 6/76

Written with chalk on the blackboard in my office at Christ Church, College, and Academy – a favorite of mine.

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Eliza Edmunds Hewitt – birth, Jun. 28, 1851

My faith has found a resting place,
Not in device or creed;
I trust the ever living One,
His wounds for me shall plead.

Refrain

I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.

2.

Enough for me that Jesus saves,
This ends my fear and doubt;
A I come to Him,
He’ll never cast me out.

3.

My heart is leaning on the Word,
The living Word of God,
Salvation by my Savior’s Name,
Salvation through His blood.

4.

My great Physician heals the sick,
The lost He came to save;
For me His precious blood He shed,
For me His life He gave.

 

Eliza Edmunds Hewitt was born this date, 6/28 1851 at Philadelphia, Penn­syl­van­ia. She was a Presbyterian public school teacher who was very interested in Sunday Schools.

She also wrote  “There Is Sunshine in My Soul Today” “Stepping in the Light” “Will There Be Any Stars?”        “More About Jesus I Would Know”  “When We All Get to Heaven” and “More About Jesus.”  She died Ap­ril 24, 1920, Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia.

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