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“Our Father” – I share Father with the greatest people on the face of the earth. Not because of When they were born, or Where they were born, but because they came to realize (through God’s grace) that they needed Re-born, & they allowed the Lord to do just that.

– eab, 2/5/18

 

 

A SHELL OF A HOUSE

While on a walk down a deserted track,

Pursuing so far and about to turn back,

My eyes beheld in the midst of a field,

A scene, that to my mind did yield,

Visions of days long passed, of yore,

Imagination supplied the details of before.

 

Gone are the boys who slid the stair rail,

The man who returned with the ivory-brimmed pail.

Gone are the boys who read by the fire,

Pumping answers from their reading sire.

Gone is the fair miss, whose smile was near heaven,

The mother whose bread was fluffy with leaven.

 

And gone is the bride from this portal, to her own,

Light heartily laughing, a lady full grown.

Gone are the moments of sorrow and pain,

As are the blissful hours of lawful gain.

Gone are the moments of twinkle and mirth,

Shared by mortals who’ve passed from this earth.

 

The candle lights the study nevermore.

The flickering flames dance not on the floor.

The wood is decayed – the wall is rent,

The windows are gone, the roof is bent.

The shell of a house lies cold in the sun,

Its usefulness over, its story all run.

 

And only the mind sees the scenes of the past,

Realizing that memories alone will last.

– eab, Feb. ‘79

 

You send your child to state school – what’re you doing to counter-act those 30 hrs of influence? Don’t imagine that 5 hrs of church does it. Let me encourage you to pray, this spring, about home schooling your most precious possession (besides the souls of you/your mate). If you feel, after seriously praying, you can’t home school, then seek what God would have you do to count-act a strong state school influence.

– eab, 2/13/18

 

“…God is ready to share His holiness with men…”

– L D Wilcox, /Profiles Wesleyan Theology/

 

Christ is anti-cult. Cults are anti-Christ. Many a false claim is made by various religions (from “soup-to-nuts”) but to-a-cult they do not accept the whole NT. They may toot their horn loudly about this bit of Christ’s teachings, or made loud noises about that idea from Peter or Paul, but they do not believe nor practice the fullness of the New Testament.

– eab, 2/6/18

 

Rev 1.10

“I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s day, and heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet”

>> Lord’s Day is the Biblical term – consider using it. <<

 

To put a Scripture verse in memory today & another tomorrow (or every 3-7 days) is important. You’re placing the Classic of all classics in your mind. You’ll be able (using adequate review) to pull it at will. Super! Is there anything better? Two things: 1.) Use it, i.e. live-out the verse daily 2.) Learn its address, i.e. what are chapter/verse numbers? Knowing the verse + living it + having its reference = A.  Wonderful!

– eab, 2/13/18

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SHELL OF A HOUSE

While on a walk down a deserted track,

Pursuing so far and about to turn back,

My eyes beheld in the midst of a field,

A scene, that to my mind did yield,

Visions of days long passed, of yore,

Imagination supplied the details of before.

2

Gone are the boys who slid the stair rail,

The man who returned with the ivory-brimmed pail.

Gone are the boys who read by the fire,

Pumping answers from their reading sire.

Gone is the fair miss, whose smile was near heaven,

The mother whose bread was fluffy with leaven.

3

And gone is the bride from this portal, to her own,

Light heartily laughing, a lady full grown.

Gone are the moments of sorrow and pain,

As are the blissful hours of lawful gain.

Gone are the moments of twinkle and mirth,

Shared by mortals who’ve passed from this earth.

4

The candle lights the study nevermore.

The flickering flames dance not on the floor.

The wood is decayed – the wall is rent,

The windows are gone, the roof is bent.

The shell of a house lies cold in the sun,

Its usefulness over, its story all run.

5

And only the mind sees the scenes of the past,

Realizing that memories alone will last.    

– eab, Feb ‘79

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While on a walk down a deserted track,

Pursuing so far and about to turn back,

My eyes beheld in the midst of a field,

A scene, that to my mind did yield,

Visions of days long passed, of yore,

Imagination supplied the details of “before.” [1]

 

Gone are the boys who slid the stair rail,

The man who returned with the ivory-brimmed pail.

Gone are the boys who read by the fire,

Pumping answers from their reading sire.

Gone is the fair miss, whose smile was near heaven,

The mother whose bread was fluffy with leaven.

 

And gone is the bride from this portal, to her own,

Light heartily laughing, a lady full grown.

Gone are the moments of sorrow and pain,

As are the blissful hours of lawful gain.

Gone are the moments of twinkle and mirth,

Shared by mortals who’ve passed from this earth.

 

The candle lights the study nevermore.

The flickering flames dance not on the floor.

The wood is decayed – the wall is rent,

The windows are gone, the roof is bent.

The shell of a house lies cold in the sun,

Its usefulness over, its story all run.

 

And only the mind sees the scenes of the past,

Realizing that memories alone will last.  -eab 2/79


[1] Was out thinking and praying along old RR track west of Friendsville, Tennessee (near old quarry where we got a fair amount of dead and/or down wood) and my imagination caught these sights. 

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