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“You can no more grow sin out of the heart,

than you can grow rotten out of an apple.”

– Howard Sweeten, from his book More Excellent Way

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Is it just Christmas, again,

In a world of war and sin?

Another year of tinsel and paper,

Of glamorous gifts (paid for later)

Of loveless homes and empty lives,

And husbands separate from their wives?

Another day, the same as last,

The only difference, a year has past?

 

No, this year can be,

A joyous, Christian reality.

A year when Christ is personal,

Yes, more than an a year, eternal,

The Lord of your life, and heart.

If not now, then now start.        -eab, 11/67

Written while instructor of literature at Hobe Sound Bible College, Martin County, Florida.

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Men often take their imagination for their heart; and they believe they are converted as soon as they think of being converted.

           – Blaise Pascal, Pensees (1660) paragraph 275.

 

Grace is indeed needed to turn a man into a saint; and he who doubts it does not know what a saint or a man is.

           – Blaise Pascal, Pensees (1660), paragraph 508.

 

The feeble-minded are people who know the truth, but only affirm it so far as consistent with their own interest. But, apart from that, they renounce it.

           – Blaise Pascal, Pensees (1660), paragraph 583.

 

The Gospel only speaks of the virginity of the Virgin up to the time of the birth of Jesus Christ. All with reference to Jesus Christ.

           – Blaise Pascal, Pensees (1660), paragraph 742.

 

Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction.

           – Blaise Pascal, Pensees (1660), paragraph 895.

  

Blaise Pascal, who is credited with inventing the wristwatch, the bus route, the first workable calculating machine, turned to Jesus.  This French mathematician was converted today in history.

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“Jesus, Revealed in Me” (stanza 2)

 

Here Lord I bring my heart,

My love, my strength, my will;

Cleanse me in every part,

With all Thy Spirit fill.

 

Written by Rodney Simon “Gipsy” Smith.  Gipsy (also spelled “Gypsy”) Smith was born in a gipsy tent near London, England in 1860; he was “born again” (John 3.3) this date in 1876.  Smith worked with the Salvation Army (had high regard for William Booth), with the Methodist, and evangelised among several other groups.  He made five preaching trips to America as well as preaching in Australia.

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I am a pen the Lord can grip,

And write as He would will.

His is the ink that flows through me,

His the message: strong or still.

 

When writing is done the pen is gone,

The quill is not remembered.

The ink remains across the days,

Readily read, unhindered.

 

May no pen: larger or smaller,

Take pride in what it has written.

May no quill: shorter or taller,

Think it the heart has smitten.

 

After the pen is packed away,

What remains is the bold ink.

Long after the pen’s “had its small day,”

It’s the ink that makes the reader think. -eab, 8/1/07

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