Archive for May 13th, 2015


“And because iniquity shall abound,

the love of many shall wax cold.

“But he that shall endure unto the end,

the same shall be saved.” Mat 24.12 – 13  

>> Reminder – E-n-d-u-r-i-n-g is not a “Sunday School Picnic.” <<

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Johnson Quote

“You are no better

than that you give consent to.”

– Spencer Johnson

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In their supposed preference for “history

anthropologists have failed to reverence the Being behind all true History.

God. God made/allowed History happen.

– eab, 5/13/15

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Commencement – a beginning of service I trust.

Or will you be, the one to see

Material gain as a must?

Gain in realm of fame of name,

Or pounds of finest gold dust.

Will you be the one, to hinder the Son,

And sit or lie as time goes by

And millions are born and millions die,

And souls are seen, as birds, to fly,

While the church thinks of Me, Mine, and My.

Commencement – a beginning of what?

A beginning of service – I trust! 

– eab, May ’68

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William Paton Mackay was born 5/13/1839, at Montrose Scotland.  He received his M.D. from the U. of Edinburgh but was converted & became a Presbyterian minister.  He wrote “We praise Thee, O God, for the Son of Thy love” (a.k.a “Revive Us Again.”) in ’63.  He & Mary Loughton Livingstone were married in ’68 & his death occurred from an accident, on 8/22/1885, at Portree, Scotland.  He wrote (edited):

“My dear mother had been a godly, holy woman, quite often telling me of the Savior…many times I saw her on bended knee in prayer for my soul’s salvation. But nothing had made a deep impression on me. The older I grew, the more wicked I became…

“One day a seriously injured man was brought to the hospital. His case seemed hopeless, he seemed to realize his condition for he was fully conscious & asked me how much time he had left to live. I gave him my opinion. “Have you any relatives whom we could notify?” I asked.  The patient shook his head. He had only one wish, it was to see his landlady because he owed her a small sum of money & also wished to bid her farewell. He requested that his landlady send him “The Book…”

“I went to see him on my regular visits once a day. What struck me most was the quiet, almost happy expression constantly on his face…After the man died, some things about his affairs were to be done in my presence. “What shall we do with this?” the nurse asked holding a book in her hand. “What kind of book is it?” I asked. “The Bible of the poor man…As long as he was able to read it, he did so & when he was unable to do so anymore, he kept it under his bed cover.”

“I took the Bible and – could I trust my eyes? It was my own Bible! The Bible which my mother had given me when I left my parent’s home & which later when short of money, I sold for a small amount. My name was still in it, written in my mother’s hand…With a deep sense of shame I looked upon the precious Book. It had given comfort & refreshing to the unfortunate man in his last hours. It had been a guide to him into eternal life, so that he had been enabled to die in peace & happiness. And this book, the last gift to me from my mother, I had sold for a ridiculous price…Be it sufficient to say the regained possession of my Bible was the cause of my conversion.”

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