Archive for October 17th, 2016

1Ti 4. 12

“Let no man despise thy youth; but be thou an example of the believers,

in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.”

>> Paul is saying that a young person can be PURE. Amen. <<

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Wm McDonald quote

“…Purity is a proper preparation for growth; maturity is the gradual perfecting of growth.

Purity is instantaneous, maturity is gradual. Purity respects quality, maturity quantity.”

– William McDonald, from the book THE DOUBLE CURE


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Sinful educators, the military, bankers, politicians, and entertainers (broader term than often seen) would like to control you, your money, and your mind. Christ would like you to control yourself. He provides the Way (via His sacrificial death and resurrection) for us to become ALL we were intended to be – Fully Human and therefore not controlled by the societies, substances and sins of this falling, failing world.

– eab, 10/17/16

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The wind delivered a seed

(Though nature’s not known for speed)

To a notch in the niche of time.

Delivered its parent weed

Of what is commonly feed

For the fowls of the southern clime.


Its diameter was flat,

As it lit with a splat,

On the aqua that was color lime.

But its profile changed – fat,

As it stood and later sat,

On the comfortable, friendly, bottom slime.


All the minerals that were due,

Were there with water too,

Standing well above its newly budded head.

And the warmth that filtered through,

From the sun and wind that blew

Found it lying, living on its bed.


It grew straight and tall,

And the roots, it let them fall,

Opposite of the way the stem had led.

It answered maturity’s strong call,

And produced its one small ball,

Before it left the living for the dead.


Now that might have been the end,

Of the tale that I rend,

If there had not been an arthropod,

Who came, the stem to bend,

And tether it to a “friend,”

Out there many yards from sod.


The spider’s personal trail,

That descended from his tail,

Took hold of each slim sturdy rod;

Made a home that looked quite frail,

But could withstand any gale,

As planned by The Architect – God.


The slender, cylinder, tower died

And in its death was satisfied,

Propagating its own peasant herd.

Little knowing, its form complied,

To the arachnids web that tied

It with another, and then a third.


Men may likewise thoughtless be,

About what they leave, effecting eternity;

Failing to understand what has occurred.

Having eyes that cannot see,

Often like you, and like me,

Not giving others a place to gird.

– eab, Oct. ‘69

[1] This was penned after returning from dove hunting (I was guest of Arnie Dykes) west of the Sunshine Turnpike.

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I’m glad I have no memory of either parent mesmerized

in front of a TV; either boxing, baseball, racing or “I love Lucy.” If you have a similar memory I’m happy for you. (If Dad and Mom were glued to the TV, forgive them, they may not have thought clearly.) TV is unreal. It has make-believe “houses,” make-believe “sci-fi,” make-believe “values,” and make-believe “actors.” Death or the death of the world, will end all such tomfoolery.

Believer and Unbeliever, if you seek the REAL, look elsewhere – TV has little of it.

– eab, 10/17/16

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