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Archive for September, 2009

Do people overly concerned

 

         with man’s insurance

 

                 Lack God’s assurance?            

 

 – eab, 9/21/09

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Once they wanted heaven,

Now they’re happy with earth.

Once liked holy laughter,

Now seek out cheap mirth.

Once saints were their company,

Now saints they seem to shun.

Once they were in the race,

Now have forgotten how to run.

Be watchful little pilgrim,

Be humble in your own sight,

Be loving to your neighbor,

One near, one out of sight.

Work, walk, be awake, watch,

Day soon turns to dark night.

                – eab, 9/6/09

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George Whitefield died this date, 9/30/1770 (5:00 AM), in Newburyport, Massachusetts.  Whitfield, of course, was a Brit but liked coming to American – in fact he died on his seventh visit here. 

 

He was seen by many as the most striking orator to come out of 18th century English revivalism.  (Wesley spoke more people but Whitefield speaking skills passed Wesley’s.) 

 

Whitfield’s last spoken words are said to be, “I had rather wear out, than rust out.”

He was only 56 years old.

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Earth:  the only “heaven”

 

          a sinner will know –

 

the only “hell” [1]

 

          a saint will know.           

 – eab, 9/13/09

 


[1] Said with carefulness.

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It was evening on Golgotha,

For the second time that day. [1]  

They had taken down a Form,

Grave-wrap’d and carried it away

Rome, its mission over,

Clattered off with cadent pride.

It was dark in old Jerusalem. 

The Prince of Peace had died.

v 2

It was silent in the chamber

Where eleven men had fled

He had promised so much victory,

Oh, the glor’ous things He’d said.

But they’d heard the thud of hammers,

Seen the life-blood flow.

They thought their senses told them,

All they’d need to know.

v3

Now the Spirit says expressly

That a drifting trend will come.

Oh, the world be too much with us,

Seems to us too much like home

But the Father, He is with us;

Helps us meet our goal

There’s vict’ry for the sinner,

There’s filling, un- fill’d soul.

v4     

O, remember saint, Christ loves you,

Always has, and always will.

And the morning soon will open,

Fill’d with joyous, raptured thrill!

All four kingdoms of the world,

Will bow before our King.

Millions, past and present will,

Join voices as we sing.

Chorus

Christ was triumphant over sin. Is now triumphant.

And He’ll always Conquer’r be.

He is triumphant.  He is triumphant.

He has brought man victory. [2]

          – 9/29/2000

 

 


[1] In some ways the hardest line of any poem is the first. This idea came as a new thought – two evenings in one day.

[2] Written in my associate professor office during the week and sung in the night service 10/1/2000.  (Pastor Pierpoint thought someone he’d known years ago had written it.)

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Thomas Tenison was born this date 9/29/1636, near Cambridge, England.  He was a voice for Jesus Christ during the reign of James II.  He served as bishop of Lincoln and archbishop of Canterbury and founded a free library. One source said he was “a strenuous opponent of the Church of Rome.”  Probably the most important thing Tenison did was to found the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel (1701).

He passed from this life 12/14/1715 at London.

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Pride can be,

 

          not just what we think –                 

 

but what we THINK

 

          about what we think  🙂

 

– eab, 9/1/09

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