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God is so “sure of His sovereignty”

 

that He invites His creatures to be “fellow creators,”

 

and doesn’t withdraw that ability to “create”

 

(art, children, literature, building, music, etc.)

 

even when men stupidly deny that there IS a Creator.

 

 Awesome!

– eab, 12/21/12

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Village Blacksmith

Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arm
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate`er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly,
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter`s voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother`s voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling, – rejoicing, – sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night`s repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow died this date (3/24/1882) in Cambridge, Massachusetts.  He wrote “Psalm of Life” “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day”  Evangeline” “Paul Revere’s Ride” etc

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It really doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter at all,

I’m in my Father’s care.

He rules this footstool here below,

From His great big, heavenly chair.

He’s in charge of my little life,

My fame and fortune, children and wife,

So it really doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter at all,

I’m in my Father’s care.  -eab, 12/1969

 

Written on the slab of what is now Carrol Auditorium, Hobe Sound Bible College,Florida

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Allow me, as pastor to encourage you to be Biblical.  Instead of being “old-fashioned,” let us do all in our mental and physical powers to be Biblical Christians.  Not all that some want to call “old-fashioned” actually was. Further, not all “old-fashioned” was automatically good.  Conversely all, I repeat, all that is truly Biblical is good.  It is good for you, good for your children, and if the world stands until 2099, the Biblical life will be good for our descendents.  Read It, and heed It!

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