Archive for September, 2014

There is a Book that divides the men from the boys.

The boys try to destroy It,

or deny It,

or dilute It. 

The men love It – It is their meat & drink.

– eab, 7/3/14

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P Putting ideas and/or ideals

O Onto paper (or perhaps birch bark),

E Enjoying image that each yields,

T Teasingly visual, light from the dark,

R Reading it afterward with some joy,

Y Yet knowing that it’s no mere toy.

– eab, 9/14/11

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George Whitfield died 9/30/1770 (5:00 AM) at 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 best orator to come out of 18th century English revivalism.  (Wesley spoke to 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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Some pictures of satan prevail:

Horns, hoofs, red suit, pointed tail.

But antichrist will want to be

Worshipped as God – for all to see.

Don’t worship him.  Never, him, “hail.”

– eab, 9/29/08

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If we only knew

God is more Divine than we understand

satan is more devilish than we know.

–  eab, 3/28/09

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Martin Luther on 9/29/1502 received his B.A. degree from the University of Erfurt.  Son of a German coal miner, he (after being “scared to death” by an electrical storm) promised to and became a monk.  God in His faithfulness – God defines faithfulness – led Luther through years and experiences until he saw the Roman Catholic system was wrong and FAITH in the Bible and Christ were right.  Thank God for Luther.

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Time was when Mr. Leaf was attached,

Tied comfortably to his own home Tree.

He was close to his fellow brethren,

Greenish, growing in Tree liberty.


He had his function in the Body,

Helped the Tree (though he was slightly curled)

Gave the Tree his loving, living best,

Growing, glowing there above the world.


Then air took a little colder nudge,

“Autumn” as the human’s call it, fell.

Mr. Leaf got a tinge of color,

He did not seem to feel quite as well.


More cold came into his leafy world,

And a fall rain or two came his way.

The Leaf noticed he seemed less attached,

He began to enjoy his new sway.


A critical moment came to him;

He found himself loose from his home Tree.

From the Body he severed his ties.

Mr. Leaf was, at last, “really free.”


Oh, what a sinsation [1] this all was,

He found himself flying through the air

He could turn right, or he could turn left,

So different from when he was “up there.”


He actually got to see the world.

He saw things he had not seen before.

The Tree had limited his past life,

The world had variety in store.


As he moved away from his old Tree,

Mr. Leaf liked his new-fangled ride.

He even was lifted up so high,

Gladly he was proud, of his new pride.


How nice it was to slip through the air,

Giddy, to be caught up in the swirl,

He enjoyed mixing with other Leaves;

Raved in the charm of a sleek Leaf girl.


He did notice in honest moments,

He was closer to dirt than before.

But he swirled, swirled, forgetting that thought,

What fun it was to once freely soar.


Excitedly the world came closer;

He knew not how dangerous it was.

Dirt, from distance, had earthy appeal,

Up close he saw bling, it lacked the buz.


Swooping, slopping ever downward now,

Mr. Leaf landed in his descent.

The world was hard. He’d expected more,

Its hardness hurt, his old surface rent.


Was this stuff rock? Was this thing real mud?

After fun was he stuck to the ground?

Where was the freedom he thought he had?

Where was the “free life” he had just found?


His Body, his faithful old Tree stood,

It hadn’t moved; he’s the one who fled.

The Body (his lost Tree) was alive.

Mr. Leaf, with his “freedom” was dead.

– eab, 9/28/09

[1] Purposefully “spelled” this way.

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If ANY man-made organization:



Political Party,


has your 100% support, you are blinded by loyalty.

No man-made group owns ALL truth. 

– eab, 9/28/14

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Pilgrim’s Progress was published 9/28/1678.  It is THE Classic Christian, man-penned book.  Even if you are not a Believer in Jesus you owe it to your education to read it.  No book other than the Bible had such a wide influence in the past.  Illusions are found in many other writings. 

Written by John Bunyan, born 11/28/1628, died 8/31/1688 (note all the 8’s in his life).

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“Where art thou, O Adam,

Man I made & his personal Madam?”

They answered Him not a word,

As if they had not heard.

In it’s grip sin had’em.

– eab, 9/26/14

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