Archive for April, 2011

The most Pure and HOLY Being


of all time and space,


DIED for the most vile and sinful beings


of all time and space.

– eab, 12/02

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Know yourself?  I dare you to!

That is if you can stand the shock,

Of habits you can’t kick or knock,

Of that false image that you show,

Of your fears, that your friends don’t know.

Freedom for your mind at last!

Liberation from the captive past.

Know yourself?  I dare you to!               

                – eab, Apr. ‘69

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There is sunshine in my soul today,
More glorious and bright
Than glows in any earthly sky,
For Jesus is my Light.


O there’s sunshine, blessèd sunshine,
When the peaceful, happy moments roll;
When Jesus shows His smiling face,
There is sunshine in the soul.

There is music in my soul today,
A carol to my King,
And Jesus, listening, can hear
The songs I cannot sing.

There is springtime in my soul today,
For, when the Lord is near,
The dove of peace sings in my heart,
The flowers of grace appear.

There is gladness in my soul today,
And hope and praise and love,
For blessings which He gives me now,
For joys “laid up” above.

Eliza Edmunds Hewitt died this date, 4/24/1920, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  This cousin of writer Edgar Page Stites, authored some 50 songs including “Stepping in the Light,” “Give Me Thy Heart,” “When We All Get to Heaven,” “More About Jesus,” “My Faith Has Found a Resting Place,” “Singing I Go,” “Under the Blood.”

Eliza graduated valedictorian and became teacher and a Sunday School teacher.  This life of teaching was shortened by a spine problem.  She had only a partial recovery.  She was became a regular contributor to Sunday-school Helps.  She was born6/28/1851,Philadelphia,Pennsylvania.

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The middle Cross

is not just for the “middle class.”

– eab, 2/16/11

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I delight to do Thy will, Oh God,

Enjoy it now, while strolling the sod.

Will enjoy Thy will, by Thy good grace,

In heaven – wonderful place,

There forever and forever more,

Will delight in Thee as ne’er before.

Must I know Thy will long range

And be fearful of some small, slight change?

No, Oh let me daily, hourly trust

Delighting in Thee – a “happy must.”

                – eab, 4/2/07                          

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How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus I no longer see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flowers,
Have all lost their sweetness to me;
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay.
But when I am happy in Him,
December’s as pleasant as May.

His Name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music His voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice.
I should, were He always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal as happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.

Content with beholding His face,
My all to His pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind:
While blessed with a sense of His love,
A palace a toy would appear;
All prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.

Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine,
If Thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters so long?
O drive these dark clouds from the sky,
Thy soul cheering presence restore;
Or take me to Thee up on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.

John Newton, on this date 4/23/1779, is said to have expressed the following in a letter : “‘What Thou wilt.  When Thou wilt.  How Thou wilt.’  I had rather speak these three sentences from my heart in my mother tongue than be master of all the languages in Europe.”

He, of course is the Anglican minister who penned “Amazing Grace,” the above hymn and some 280+ more.

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Imagine a perfect limousine being crashed to repair a hopeless jalopy. 


Imagine a wrecking ball demolishing a faultless mansion to improve a tumble-down shack. 


Imagine a perfect chocolate cake being trashed to “fix” a bucket of slop.


Imagine an ideal tailor-made suit being ripped apart to mend a faded work shirt.


Imagine an elegant massive ship being scraped so a rotten old row boat could float. 


Imagine a perfect and stately tree being destroyed so a dying old snag could live.    


Imagine a prime Angus, newly fresh, being “put down” so a feeble, dry, old cow might live.


Then imagine the perfect Son of God slain, so sinners (like us) can be redeemed.  What an imagination? 


No, what unimaginable love given to the world. Praise God now and ever and ever, eon after eon.  Amen!      

– eab, 4/15/11  

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In the days of yore,



At His own will,



He created the iron ore,



Mined from the hill.



Created the fuel,



And its hot flame,



And made the men who made,



“His” nails from the same.

                – eab, Apr. ’84

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Search me, O God,
And know my heart today;
Try me, O Savior,
Know my thoughts, I pray.
See if there be
Some wicked way in me;
Cleanse me from every sin
And set me free.

I praise Thee, Lord,
For cleansing me from sin;
Fulfill Thy Word,
And make me pure within.
Fill me with fire
Where once I burned with shame;
Grant my desire
To magnify Thy Name.

Lord, take my life,
And make it wholly Thine;
Fill my poor heart
With Thy great love divine.
Take all my will,
My passion, self and pride;
I now surrender, Lord
In me abide.

O Holy Ghost,
Revival comes from Thee;
Send a revival,
Start the work in me.
Thy Word declares
Thou wilt supply our need;
For blessings now,
O Lord, I humbly plead.

J. (James) Edwin Orr died this date, 4/22/1987 at Ridgecrest, North Carolina.  He was born1/12/1912 at Bel­fast,Ire­land.  Paul W. (Wood) Finch, a sound Holiness minister who evangelized in Ireland for three years in the 50’s told me he had spoken (at least once) when Orr was in the audience.

The above was penned in 1936. Orr is said for have written the words at a re­viv­al meet­ing in New Zea­land.

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Jerusalem Paper 

(imaginary ad)


Ÿ 1 Cross

Ÿ Used less than half a day (in that time bore the “weight of the world”)

Ÿ Rough – has three nails embedded in its fiber

Ÿ Heavily blood stained – no bone fragments

Ÿ Comes with placard – words in Hebrew, Greek, Latin 

– eab, 4/20/11

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