Archive for September, 2010

First?  Chicken or the egg?

Ordinary Day – the egg is 1st (breakfast), then chicken dinner. 🙂

Creation Day – the chicken was first. 

– eab, 9/30/10

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A one-world church will soon find form,

To thus join-in will seem the “norm,”

To help the displaced, the poor, the weak

Sounds good – till measured by the Meek. [1]

Such a church won’t stand earth’s final storm.

          – eab, 9/29/08        

[1] Jesus Christ

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9/30 is said to be the publishing date, 1452, for the  1st book ever published, Johann Guttenberg’s Holy Bible.

Some 180 of these were printed and over 45 are known to be in existence.  Of these 3 are considered to be perfect, one of which is in the Library of Congress.

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Sinners are not saints. Saints are not sinners. 

True sinners agree with the above. 

True saints agree with the above. 

Only those trying to straddle the impossible border disagree.   

– eab, 7/18/10

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The rest of the deer from that stage in time,

On that far away rolling ranch,

Have now ceased to be, dying by

Cottonwood, outcrop, or a Dead Horse branch.


One buck from that era of western time,

A non-typical one that fall,

Still “lives” on, in a sense you’d say,

Majestically, he hangs on my den wall.

                – eab, 9/24/08

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“Lord Jesus, I am weary in thy work, but not of it.”

George Whitefield, English revivalist, is said to have prayed this on the day before his death at age 56.

George Whitefield was born 12/16/1714, Gloucester, England to an innkeeper.  He was converted to Christ, 1735, the same year he met John and Charles Wesley.  He visited America as a missionary in 1738 returning later that year.  He became known for his preaching in the “fields.”  Whitefield died 9/30/1770 at Newsburyport, Massachusetts.

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“Think outside the Box”? 





Live inside the BOOK



– 9/10/10

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Some people are immersed in water,

And consider their salvation done,

Ignoring there’s a baptism,

Beyond John’s – by the only Son.


Fire from heaven purges the inside,

Where water’s wetness can never reach,

Fiery Holy Ghost baptism –

ONE baptism that is for each.

                – eab, 9/10/10 

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What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged; take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield you; you will find a solace there.

Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised Thou wilt all our burdens bear
May we ever, Lord, be bringing all to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright unclouded there will be no need for prayer
Rapture, praise and endless worship will be our sweet portion there.

Joseph Medlicott Scriven was born this date, 9/10/1819, at Seapatrick, County Down, Ireland.

He was engaged to be married, but his bride-to-be was drowned the night before the wedding.  This was a contributing factor to him moving to Canada in 1844 (1846?). There, some time later, he was again engaged to be married, but the young lady died after a short illness just before the wedding date.

Reportedly, he received word that his mother was ill in Ireland.  He could not go see her but he could write her a poem.  Thankfully, he retained a copy of it and we know it today as the beloved hymn, “What a Friend We Have in Jesus.”

As a member of the Plymouth Brethren, Scriven devoted much time to humanitarian service without remuneration.  In later years he suffered physically and financially, with some deep depression.  He died 8/10/1886 and is buried near Port Hope, Ontario, Canada.

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Elijah was “king” for the hour.

When pagans tried to show power,

Their gods heard them not,

His God the fire brought.

Deeds made the queen a tad sour.

                (1Ki 19.2)                               – eab, 3/3/05

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