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“So Send I You”

So send I you to labor unrewarded,
To serve unpaid, unloved, unsought, unknown,
To bear rebuke, to suffer scorn and scoffing,
So send I you to toil for me alone.

So send I you – to loneliness and longing,
With heart a-hungering for the loved and known;
Forsaking home and kindred, friend and dear one,
So send I you  – to know my love alone.

So send I you – to leave your life’s ambitions,
To die to dear desire, self-will resign,
To labor long and love where men revile you,
So send I you – to lose your life in mine.

Edith Margaret Clarkson was born this date 6/8/1915 at Melville, Saskatchewan, Canada.  She wrote “So Send I You” and God of Creation, All-Powerful.  She died 3/17/2008 in Toronto. “So Send I You” has been called the greatest missionary hymn of the twentieth century.

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Unbelief  is  in  the  eye  of  the  beholder. – eab, 10/16/2008

Notes for Cosmology section of Systematic Theology class, Union Bible College, Westfield, Indiana,

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We’ve missed something, who missed the age,

When horse, or horse and carriage, were the rage.

Be he black or white or shades of beige

(This main convenience oe’r stone and sage)

He/she had a beating heart in their ribcage

(not merely wheels, gears, and occasional gauge)

True, driven or not they needed their oaty “wage”

And you arrived in town at a slower stage

But Wesley (and others) astride, read many a page.

Ah,  We’ve missed something, who missed that age. -eab, 3/18/08

 

Written in Westfield, IN

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Fearfully, wonderfully made is true,

For the lad a-fork a burro’s back,

Who slept last night on a coffee sack,

In some poor, distant, Andes ranch shack.

 

It’s true for the bluest blood of you,

Aboard a yacht, who passively dine

On caviar, lobster, and old wine,

Always thinking of “me,” “my,” and “mine.”

 

Social animals of highest crust,

And dregs of men smeared with labor’s dust,

Are all alike, all made in fearful ways,

Which ought (everyday) us to amaze. -eab, 4/9/08

 

Written after visiting the Dickinons in Bogata, Colombia

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Men have lied and killed, been so cruel,

To have a few more miles to rule,

Thinking lands, were cruelties worth;

Poor souls.  The  meek  shall inherit the earth!  -eab, 2/13/08

 

Written at Westfield, Indiana

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You will serve God, or you will serve gold.

Make your contrary assertions ever so bold,

And claim the truth has not been told.

But the love of money is the root of all evil,

The love of gold leads directly to the devil.

Gold can be shaped in various known forms,

It can appear average, or far from the norms,

One is pulled to the sciences, another to the arts,

One is lulled to amalgamations, one leaves things in parts,

One seeks gold directly, another seems it to “hate,”

But gold’s the one attraction of sinners, early or late, 

And, you will serve God, or you will serve gold. – eab, 5/21/08

 

Written in Westfield, Indiana

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“What you see is what you get;

Man is not special – he’s just another clod.

Molecules met in ‘soup’ – by mere chance.

Planet’s revolving?  Just happenstance.”

‘The fool hath said in his heart there’s no God”

                                                – eab, 8/7/08 (Psa 14.1 & 53.1)

 

Written at Westfield, Indiana

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