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Is your patience ever thinning?

Almost, if not actually, sinning?

Has grouchiness replaced your happy song?

Do your neighbors really try you,

‘Specially the ones too nigh you?

Frankly, you wish they’d just “move along.”

 

Do you see you are “justly” proud,

(Though hesitant to say it too loud)

Of your clever, cool, and cunningly big brain?

Proud of how smart you really are,

(Smarter than your family – by far,

Being ‘round them has become a big drain.)

 

Do you find your soul quite jealous,

Of your brother-n-law who’s zealous

In his sales, and has made “a nice big pile”?

Does bile fill your carnal liver,

When he shows you his new “flivver,”

And you both know yours is a forced smile?

 

Has old carnal anger got you,

To the verge of murder now brought you? 

Oh! If you could just this once commit it.

You won’t shed a tear when they die,

To say you’re sad would be a lie,

Anger’s got you will you admit it?

 

Your are “nice” – if you have your way.

(“They should listen to all that I say.”)

But to be stubborn you would not lay claim.

You solemnly, sensibly fight,

(Everyone should know this is right.)

“Right” and your opinion are the same.

 

God can remove the carnal traits,

Love can replace the long list of hates.

Love is the most universal power. 

You may have a trait or just two,

Which flare and show readily through,

But behind them, all traits now cower.

 

Although “the order” seems so tall, 

The Holy Ghost can remove them all,

Pull them, like you remove unwanted weeds.

(Weeds that ruin your garden’s art)

God like-wise can “de-weed” your heart,

Cleaning out evil motives and deeds.

 

Confess the whole, cruel, carnal host,

Now allow the blessed Holy Ghost,

To remove Adam’s fully bad, sad “crew.”

God can then fill that empty place,

With such abundant loving grace,

His ancient love will make your heart new.

 

Come, Friend, accept His promised love.

It is why He came from heaven above;

Love’s what brought the Lord Jesus way down here.

Freely become His holy child;

You’ll fine His ways both meek and mild.

And Love’s the sole way to go up there!  – eab, 2/8/06 (revised 2/23/06)

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Monday, 1/26/09 in the Indian Ocean, there will be a total solar eclipse.  The light of the sun will be blocked out by an object (scientists tell us) much smaller than it is – the moon.  This does not happen often to the sun. 

 

But – – – The SON of righteousness is being block out in life after life.  This is not confined to the Indian Ocean.  Christ’s Light is being blocked out, over much of Asia.  Africans by the millions do not see His Light.  Multitudes of Europeans have a blockage problem – they do not see Jesus.  Even in our hemisphere there are souls who do not have the Light.  What about Indiana?  Uh – – – what about Westfield?  Do YOU, Friend, see Jesus the way you should?  Or is He blocked out of your vision?  Are you in the dark when you could be in the Sonlight?

 

And, you know what?  Your blockage of the Son is also a much smaller object!!!  What Friend, is blocking out the Light of Jesus. Eternity will reveal it to be so small that you will then be ashamed of it.  Please allow God to remove the object and let His Light – His SONlight come in.    

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Committed, He came from the realm of great grace.

Committed, descended, to earth’s meanest place.

Committed, He took on man’s body, man’s face.

Thank God for Christ’s birth, everyday.

 

Committed, returned from His temple-time talk.

Committed, returned to a carpenter’s “walk.”

Committed to “parent’s” control –  with no balk. 

Thank God for Christ’s childhood and play.

 

Committed, selected twelve men from the crowd.

Committed He taught them to never be proud.

Committed, He raised more than one from the shroud.

Thank God for Christ’s teaching-time stay.

 

Committed, He would not redemption abort.

Committed, He silently stood in the court.

Committed – disciples reneged their support.

Thank God Christ held satan “at bay.”

 

Committed, He hung on a rough wooden frame.

Committed, redeemed one hung near Him, the same

Committed, died bearing earth’s sorrow and shame.

Thank God Christ freed all who obey.

 

Committed, He rose from His new-borrowed grave

Committed was He – now to death we’re no slave

Committed like Father, He too freely gave

 – Commit to Him Friend, while you may.  -eab, 11/26/07

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There’s a crowd gathering on another shore,

The group’s grower larger every day.

They are gathering in from all directions,

Yet all came there by God’s narrow way.

 

That crowd had skins of different shades,

Spoke languages to each other quite unknown,

But they are connected by one Royal Blood,

For Christ firmly owns them for His own.

 

That crowd landed where they planned to land.

They found their long sought heavenly goal.

They weathered all life’s threatening storms,

Insisting on “saving” (at all cost) their soul.

 

Soon, Friend, you may be gathered with them,

Soon I may join the celestial number,

Where the Son is the light for all the day,

(And where we’ll need no night for slumber.)

 

Let us then be Faithful with a capitol “F,” 

To the Lord who rules that group, that shore,

And gather with the enumerable saints, young and old.

Gather to Christ, and gather to part nevermore.        – eab, 8/25/08  

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He went into the temple

Where you’d think one could look up.

But his attitude was humble,

He saw “dregs” in his cup.

 

He asked God for mercy;

He beat upon his chest,

Called himself a sinner

(Not better than the rest).

 

He cast his eyes downward,

They sought the lowly ground.

But God, who measures all things:

The simple, the profound,

 

Liked his honest spirit,

Heard his call and cry,

Knew he meant his temple-talk,

Knew it more than “humble pie,”

 

And justified his soul;

He went back to his own place,

With a calm in his heart,

And heaven’s smile upon his face.

 

Friend, the next time you go to meeting,

The next time you’re in church

Avoid petty piousness,

Avoid the highest perch.

 

Look at God, worship Him,

And see yourself contrasted,

As this man of old did. 

His grace has ever lasted.            – eab, 5/2000

 

Written while Associate Professor Bible at Hobe Sound Bible College, Florida

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For a brief moment only,

A butterfly landed,

Before it expanded,

Its wings and moved on.

But that moment revealed

Such orange and black splendor,

Such structure such form,

As only a Creator could render;

That one wonders why, with butterflies around,

Atheist, agnostics, or their kind can be found.

 

And another thought persists on presentation.

Such beauty, though of such brief revelation,

Was still beauty. 

Beauty, howe’er brief it may be,

Is still beautiful to see!

Friend, your life and mine,

Though complexed and completed by activities of time,

Is just as short by eternity’s standard,

As the moment an insect spent before it bounded.

Make it beautiful, friend, make it remembered by,

The color and structure, and years from now

When you’ve bounded away,

Its beauty will be able to stay.   -eab, 9/1975

 

Written after seeing a monarch at the first curve of graven road leading up to the water tower behind Friendsville, Tennessee.

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“Fear and gain are great perverters of mankind:

where either prevails, the judgment is violated.”

 

– William Penn, Fruits of Solitude in Reflections & Maxims (Philadelphia: Benjamin Johnson, 1792), 34. 

 

William Penn, born today 10/14/1644, London, Quaker, named Pennsylvania for his father.

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…The spirit of lotteries was a spirit of selfishness which tended to confuse and darken the understanding. 

                         – Woolman, John, Journal, (London: Edward Marsh, 1857), 107.

 

The Quaker, John Woolman, died this date – 10/7/1772.

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The trail to heaven has an upward trend.

(Everyone knows heaven is up in the end.)

Expect challenge on some slopes,

Such climbs tend to raise higher hopes;

Courage fellow climber, look up my friend. -eab, 9/9/08 

 

 

 

Written at Westfield,Indiana

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