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It’s as normal to believe

 

                in a Maker,

 

As to believe bread

 

                has had a Baker.  

 

– eab, 4/19/10

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MA

Ma! Oh the happy ear received,

Mom, on the heart ever recorded,

Moma often thinks her efforts rigid,

Madre operates the home easily rewarded,

Mother occurs to help ease regularly,

Mother’s own touch: heaven’s earthly royalty.

                – eab, 5/72

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Have you ever felt the power
Of the Pentecostal fire
Burning up all carnal nature,
Cleansing out all base desire,
Going through and through your spirit,
Cleansing all its stain away?
Oh, I’m glad, so glad to tell you
It is for us all today.

Refrain:
It is for us all today,
If we trust and truly pray;
Consecrate to Christ your all,
And upon the Savior call;
Bless God, it is for us all today.

Jesus offers this blest cleansing
Unto all His children dear,
Fully, freely purifying,
Banishing all doubt and fear;
It will help you, O my brother,
When you sing and when you pray;
He is waiting now to give it,
It is for us all today.

Some have thought they could not have it
While they dwell on earth below,
But in this they were mistaken,
For the Bible tells us so;
And the Spirit now is with us,
He can keep us all the way;
Then by faith why not receive it?
It is for us all today.

You may now receive the Spirit
As a sanctifying flame,
If with all your heart you seek Him,
Having faith in Jesus’ name;
On the cross He bought this blessing,
He will never say us nay;
He is waiting now to give it,
Why not claim it, friend, today?

Leander Lycurgus (L. L.) Pickett died this date, 5/9/1928, at Middlesboro, KY.  He wrote – The Antichrist, and The Blessed Hope of His Glorious Appearing, and the song “It Is for Us All Today.” He married Ludie Carrington Day.  He was born 2/27(?)/1859, at Burns­ville (near Iuka) Mississippi.

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Heaven

 

will have no

 

illegal residents.

 

– eab, 5/6/10

 

Hell

 

will have no

 

illegal residents.

 

– eab, 5/6/10

 

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PASTORING

Churches are different from classrooms,

With their schedules and posted dates,

Where learning is sectioned out,

In predictable, expected rates.

 

Learning in church is more passive,

Some come and go without notes,

Some seem to think the pastor’s main job

Is to warn about sowing wild oats.

 

A pastor is to spread the Word,

He is to prayerfully teach,

Instructing in thoughtful mouthfuls

Balancing in all he does preach.

 

Here is a principle, a thought

There is a line upon line.

Repletion is tied to learning,

The logic should be quite fine.

 

Preaching should be holy, anointed,

Emotion welcome, but not ruling.

Churches should include eternal facts,

A free, godly, Bible schooling.

                – eab, 5/8/07

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I have a Savior, He died for me
In cruel anguish on Calv’ry’s tree.
I do not merit such love divine,
Only God’s mercy makes Jesus mine.

Refrain

Jesus, my Savior, I come to Thee
In full surrender Thine own to be.

I have a Keeper, He now prevails,
I fear no evil whate’er assails.
His arms enfold me, safe and secure,
In His blest keeping vict’ry is sure.

I have a Master, He bids me go
Rescue lost sinners from sin and woe.
I love to serve Him, this Master true,
Now I am willing His will to do.

Robert Harkness died this date, 5/8/1961, at London, England.

He was born 3/2/1880, at Bendigo, Victoria, Australia.

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If you miss heaven,

 

the absence – – –

 

will be unexcused! [1]

 

– eab, 5/85        


[1] This from a man who handled excused and unexcused absents for years as a teacher.

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If all you have is a single tree

Beneath which to sit or stand,

And all beyond is a

Nondescript, ordinary land.

No mountain draws you eye

To its upward soaring crest,

No river rolls at your feet

Churning at a river’s best.

And you don’t even have a hill

On which to contemplate.

Your world seems so “samish”

Nothing your quick mind to bait;

Thank God each day

For His warm rising sun,

For its slipping upward, then

Downward till it’s day is fully run.

And enjoy its change of shadow,

First great then lessening through noon,

Then an opposite shadow grows,

Filling space slowly or soon.

The daily sun gives the plain,

The simple landscape, though flat,

A lustrous changing, almost living.

Friend, enjoy where ever you’re “at.”

                – eab, 5/3/07

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“The Refiner is never far from the mouth of the furnace when His gold is in the fire.”

“Learn to say No.  It will be of more use to you than to be able to read Latin.”

Charles Haddon Spurgeon, on this date, 5/3/1850 made a public confession of faith in Jesus Christ.  He was fifteen years of age.  The church was a Primitive Methodist Chapel.  The town was Colchester, England.  Thus began a life time of preaching (within a year) that ended only in death (1/31/1892).  Spurgeon was born 6/19/1834 at Essex, England.

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If your church

 

                were a “Ship,”

 

Are you a propeller

 

                or a barnacle?

 

– eab, 4/28/10 

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