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The home today is most fearfully attacked by satanic devices, for since the home is the source of life, to contaminate it is to pollute the stream of life that flows from the home into society.

– Paul W. Finch, The World’s Greatest Need, (Belfast, Ireland: Nelson & Knox, 1954), 8.  

 

The home is the chief school of human virtues.    A Christian home is known by the fact that the Word of God is there, the fear of God is there, and parental authority is there.

– Paul W. Finch, The World’s Greatest Need, (Belfast, Ireland: Nelson & Knox, 1954), 18.  

 

It is mainly in the home that the heart is opened, habits are formed, the intellect is awakened, and the character is molded for good or evil.

 — Character is property.  It is the noblest of possessions.

– Paul W. Finch, The World’s Greatest Need, (Belfast, Ireland: Nelson & Knox, 1954), 23.  

 

You can outride the storms, outwit the devil, and outrun your enemies if you pay attention to building the right kind of character.

– Paul W. Finch, The World’s Greatest Need, (Belfast, Ireland: Nelson & Knox, 1954), 26.  

Paul Wood (mother’s maiden name) Finch was born this date (1/27/1910) in Aberdeen, OH.  He was a college professor and president, a missionary evangelist, a holiness preacher, and a man who knew Israel (visited it at least 12 times).  He was one of the greatest men I knew, knowing him from 1965 till his death in 03.  

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In August of nineteen seventy-two,

A new school started for you, and you.

In northern Ohio (fairest of states),

With textbooks, paper, and pencils, brand new,

(Erasers soon showed a trillion mistakes.)

 

That building remade with paint and a brush,

At eight-thirty (What?) stilled to a meek hush.

Green, young students (the intelligent sort),

Closed the gap from May with such a mad rush,

They couldn’t receive an interim report.

 

Grammar, and algebra, history, and shop,

Quizzes and tests, there was no place to stop;

Bible and other classes taught the rule,

To study, to read, to not be a flop,

Attending Wyandot Christian School.

 

Then came the fall outing (Remember that?)

A basketball game, the slim ‘gainst the fat.

Hot dogs were served (Yours were cold did you say?)

Three deep made some run; while others fell flat.

Cider, coco, and donuts (?) closed the day.

 

Tonight we are met in this banquet hall,

Behind lies the past, behind the quick fall,

Ahead lies the birthday of our Great Lord;

Vacation time, snow time, gift time, and all,

May you be blest with all heaven’s accord.

 

May you be – Oh, I forget to mention,

Miss Knaul, in the hall and noon‘s detention,

A trio girl who visits the jury,

Jogging, Perkins, a raccoon’s dissection.

Good-bye.  We’ll see you in seventy three.  – eab, 12/72

Penned while Principal of Wyandot and living at 205 Goodbread Street in Nevada, OH.

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At times – who can but honestly admit the stage?

The family altar would be calm and dry.

No quiver filled the voice, no moisture trimmed the eye.

Yon Ancient History stayed just that – flat as the page.

Distant battles were read, but did not seem to rage.

Light, the soul of poetry, was not freshly lit.

Finally – devotions closed, they closed with a sigh.

 

Ah, but those other nights – precious, dear other nights,

In moments for which no dad or moma prepares;

A son [1] leading out in prayer, thanks God for his stairs.

Verses once seen but darkly, take on brighter lights,

God illuminates truth which once held no delights.

His Word will not return to Him void

He Himself, so solemnly declares.         – eab, 9/97


[1] Our second son, Lincoln, about the time he started school, did this – it brought a smile to my praying face and then (as I realized his sincerity) it brought tears to my eyes.  This family altar was on Goodbread Street, Nevada, OH.

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That night the snow came down.

It covered the branches,

But left the bottom brown.

And piled up on limb and twig

Until they looked,

Twice as big

As real life.

It’s “kind-a” funny you know,

What shapes we see,

After a snow.   –eab, 12/’64

Written while working on my Bachelors (in literature) at God’s Bible School, Cincinnati, OH. 

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They came.

They came on camels – (probably),

Lumbering hoofed ships,

On a shifting, sandy sea (wind, lea).

 

They gave.

Three tokens at least (myrrh, “gum,” gold),

Presents for the King,

In royal David’s household (foretold).

 

They left.

A different way. (Don’t all men?)

Time’s most Focal Point,

Confronts, converts, men from sin (Within).

 

But wait!

Were their gifts alive? (flesh, blood, soul?)

To hearken is best;

Obedience gains the goal (Not dole).

 

Dear Lord,

Accept these our gifts (howe’er fine)

Earth’s joys signed below.

Make them God forever Thine (Not mine).

 

E. Andrew 9, Lincoln S. 6, Laura C. 3,

Heather Colwell born Nov. 6th, wt 9# 1/2 oz

            In loving gratitude, Unselfish Lord

            Use our sons and daughters to spread Thy Word. – eab, 12/73

 

Written while principal of Wyandot Christian School and living at 205 Goodbread Street, Nevada, OH. 

 

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If you are going to die right,

You have to live right,

And righteous here below.

If you expect to go up,

You have to pray up;

We always reap what we sow!

If you want God,

Read the Word of God;

Walk, walk in the light.

Be sure to do, 

What you know to do,

With all your will and might. -eab,  10/72

 

Written while Principal of Wyandot Christian School, Ohio

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Sand.

Salt sand.

Surf-sounded, soft, solid sand.

Sun splashed, sodium-seasoned sand.

Shifting, sifting, smooth, stable shore-sand

Swirling, stinging, swift-stabbing, shining, shaping, swinging, swimming sand.

Most nearly everlasting universal fragment of earth.

Sea-scouring, several sided,

Sweat-scented,

Sand.

-eab, 7/1971  

Written while living in Paris,Ohio 

 

 

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Warm, and cooling in the evening,

Grass dry, and browning,

Wind full, and blowing;

Ah! – Indian Summer.

 

Clouds white, and billowing,

Trees all hues, and bending,

Last rose lone, and fading,

Autumn everywhere.

 

Walnuts and hickories falling,

Little red one-rooms swelling;

Clear-toned bells ringing,

The best is here.

 

Leaves green – now yellowing,

Yellow – now browning,

Red and varying,

Each a color to share.

 

Reaping and harvesting,

Gathering and storing;

Careful and preserving,

Now fields are bare.

 

Once and short lasting,

Each year returning,

Beautiful and heart churning,

Lovely, lovely, Indian Summer.   -eab, 10/1964 

 

Written while at student at God’s Bible School,Cincinnati,Ohio   

 

 

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O beautiful, beautiful lesser light;

Made by God the rule the night,

I see thee on thy continuous flight,

Showing the clouds, as a furrow plowed.

 

Now vapor has hid the wondrous glow,

The obliqueness of the cloud to show,

But slowly conquer o’er the foe,

And light comes down, from thy crown.

  

So ride thou on through the night sky;                            

May men, like me, always “where and why,”

Thy greatness, as you effortlessly fly.

Thou shining orb, our thoughts absorb.

 

Mysterious, Inspiring, Mobile Sphere.

Solitary, Polished, Sentinel of the Exosphere.   -eab, 4/1966

 

 

 

Written on the 4th floor at God’s Bible School,Cincinnati,Ohio 

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The breeze came and turned it a little.

The frost made it slightly brittle.

The wind hit it in the middle.

And the rain ended the riddle.

It was a leaf.

 

It was down with many another;

Maybe a sister or a brother,

On that branch over yonder,

Before the rend made them wander.

Its life was brief. – eab, 10/65

 

Written while a college student, Cincinnati,Ohio

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