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I called to mind a lot of my own preaching, times when I had swung across the platform and gesticulated furiously, preaching from the text, “Where sin abounded, grace did much more abound,” or the text, “And the iron did swim.” “Well,” I said, “the preaching was all right; and though it doesn’t seem that the iron is swimming, things are not as they seem to be.” Then I would announce to the powers of darkness: “The iron does swim!” and quote texts to support it. “All things work together for good!” “All things are possible to him that believ­eth!” “He shall abide with you forever!”


Then I was reminded how I had pranced about in the pulpit, and told the saints how they could “smile through their tears, and span the darkest cloud with a rainbow.” Then I yanked myself up and said, “Are you doing that? Here is a chance to practice your own preaching.” I said, “Yes, I may not look like it, but I am,” and away down in my soul I laughed aloud. I faced the regiments of hell, and declared that though “weeping may endure for a night, joy cometh in the morning.” I rose up in the strength of Jehovah.

                                – Rees, Paul, The Warrior Saint (Salem, OH: Schmul Publishing Co.), 107.



Seth Cook Rees was converted this date (3/17/1873), second day (Monday) morning.  Rees was born in Westfield, IN, 8/6/1854.  He died 5/22/1933 in Pasadena, CA.

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“The Love of God”


The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.


O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.


When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.


Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.


Frederick Martin Lehman died this date (2/20/1953) in Pasadena, Cal­i­for­nia.  He had been born in Germany 8/7/1868.  Of the hundreds of songs he wrote this is probably the best known.

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“If your religion won’t keep you out of sin in this world

it will not keep you out of hell in the world to come.”

                – Reuben Robinson, Religion, Philosophy, and Fun (Kansas City: Beacon Hill Press, 1957 (Eighth printing), 22.

Reuben Robinson “Uncle Buddy” died 11/2/1942, Pasadena, California.  He was a leading evangelist for the Church of the Nazarene.

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