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Today is my Spiritual Birthday.  I’ve had to ask forgiveness for some things since this date  ~ April 26, 1956 ~  but it was truly the major turning point in my life. 

I was “Born Again” in the Pilgrim Holiness Church in Bremen, Ohio, on this date fifty-four years ago.  My pastor was J D (John Denver) Webb, Sr., a man ordained under Seth C. Reese.

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Sin as an act must be forgiven; sin as a principle must be cleansed.

   – R G Flexon, Rudiments of Romans (Indianapolis: Pilgrim Publishing House, 1952), 17.

 

Native timidity is no sign of a lack of grace, and native boldness is not sign of any degree of grace.

    – R G Flexon, Rudiments of Romans (Indianapolis: Pilgrim Publishing House, 1952), 41

               

Actions may be colored by circumstances, early training, mental attitudes or physical ability, while the intentions are perfectly pure.

   – R G Flexon, Rudiments of Romans (Indianapolis: Pilgrim Publishing House, 1952), 42.

 

Conscience, which is largely influenced by education, cannot always be trusted…

   – R G Flexon, Rudiments of Romans (Indianapolis: Pilgrim Publishing House, 1952), 49.

 

Someone may ask, “Did not Daniel resist the powers of his day and disobeyed the king’s decree?”  No.  He chose penalty rather than obedience, because there was a moral issue at stake.

   – R G Flexon, Rudiments of Romans (Indianapolis: Pilgrim Publishing House, 1952), 52.

Richard G. (Gant) Flexon was born this date (6/18/1895).  He was a preacher, writer, and man of prayer, with a wide influence in the Pilgrim Holiness Church of his day.  He passed away 4/19/1982.

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Stanza 1

What appears to man to be,

A defeat on rugged tree.

Was the triumph of all time and space.

He died that’s to be sure,

But arose to ever endure,

Thus saving the whole human race.  – eab, 2/27/05

 

Written while pastoring the Pilgrim Holiness Church of Kingston, Ontario, Canada.

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Sometime last month you had a birthday;

The exact date, I’m sorry, I forgot.

You turned eighty-five, 85, I say.

Eighty-five years Brother, is a lot.

 

Four score and five is almost enough

To be antique. (Don’t be offended,

Antiques, you know, I love in the rough,

So stick with me till I’m ended.)

 

You’ve lived to see the horse-less carriage,

Turn from touring car to streamline.

And conversely the steam, steel-horse rage,

Once strong, you’ve seen fully decline.

 

The airplane you saw at its outset,[1]

Not dreaming that soon, oh so soon,

The bi-plane would give way to the jet,

And you’d live to see men on the moon.

 

As I’d mention a “great,” you’d known him:

Rees,[2] Fleming,[3] Culp,[4] Uncle Bud,[5] and Ruth,[6]

Anderson,[7] Stalker,[8] and Wireman.[9]

You’ve been privileged to hear preach the truth.

 

You have lived and known such a spectrum,

Of the past, and ones who have gone on.

You’re the one for me, who connects them,

A living, Godly historian.[10]

 

So I’m glad to have had you Brother,

As pastor, advisor, and friend.

With wishes for many another,

These (late) birthday greetings I send. – eab, 2/75


[1] He saw one of the Wright Brothers fly.

[2] J D Webb Sr. was ordained by Seth C Rees, ate with Uncle Buddy, told about Stalker’s previous affliction, and had Wireman as evangelist when Webb pastored the Pilgrim Holiness church in Bremen, Ohio.

[3] John and Bona Fleming were brothers.

[4] George B Culp

[5] At Webb’s sister’s house he ate breakfast with Uncle Buddy (Rueben Robinson)

[6] C W (Christian Wismer) Ruth

[7] T M (Tony) Anderson

[8] Charlie Stalker

[9] I had privilege of hearing “Bulldog” Charlie Wireman.

[10] His first car was a 1914 Cadillac which he owned in 1916.

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When you’re tempted to look down,

                                                       Look up.

When you’re tempted to wear a frown,

                                                      Look up.

When your friends seem to be few,

When sunshine fails to come through,

When you don’t know what else to do,

                                                      Look up.    -eab, 5/20/07

 

Written when I pastored the Kingston Pilgrim Holiness Church, Ontario, Canada

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There are men of phenomenal wealth,

Some gained honestly, others by stealth.

Men who can buy and sell a whole town.

Their fortune seems to have never turned down.

If we don’t watch, we can envy such “blokes”

As more “lucky” than the rest of us folks.

 

Money is just a means to an end.

It can’t make a “home,” or a marriage mend.

We place too great an imagined high,

On money, gold, and what silver can buy,

Blinded by dollar $ign$ we fail to see,

In wealth, they’re no richer than you and me.

 

Time, dear friend, is the truest treasure;

The rich and poor receive the same measure.

Each start their day with a fresh supply

Of hours which drag or go flying by.

“Money Bags” has no more time in this day,

Than the poor: close or a continent away.

 

Each of us should value time, make it count;

No one has more – no one a less amount.

Time may yield you marriage, happiness, a wife,

Money can’t even buy a slight sliver of life.

God’s given “today” – use  it wisely, every hour.

Time, not money, has true-value power.  -eab, 11/3/06

 

Written when I pastored the Kingston Pilgrim Holiness Church, Ontario, Canada 

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