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HABAKKUK 3:17-19 (GW) 17 Even if the fig tree does not bloom and the vines have no grapes, even if the olive tree fails to produce and the fields yield no food, even if the sheep pen is empty and the stalls have no cattle-- 18 even then, I will be happy with the Lord. I will truly find joy in God, who saves me. 19 The Lord Almighty is my strength. He makes my feet like those of a deer. He makes me walk on the mountains.
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MY ALMOST GIRL 629 Neil Simon wrote poignantly about his "Good-bye girl." When my hairs have all turned gray (of those that remain, that is) I shall fondly reminisce about "My Almost Girl" "Honey, I'm home! I'm starved, is supper ready?" "Well, almost." "Almost, what do you mean, almost?" "The turkey's not quite unthawed." "Well, this turkey's unthawed and ready to eat." ("You can say that again.") "What...What did you say?" "Nothing, dear. Why don't you lie down until supper's ready?" "Is the bed made?" "Well, almost. It'll just take about ten minutes to dry the bedding... You still love me though, don't you?" "Well, almost!" (First published on June 7, 1979 HE IS ABLE "If a care is too small to be turned into a prayer," writes Corrie ten Boom, "It is too small to be made into a burden." When shall we who profess a dynamic Christian life ever stop brooding and worrying over the day to day problems that are continuously sent into our lives? When shall we learn that our most gigantic, serious problems as well as our smallest, bothersome irritations are known by God. And, large or small...He is able to handle them all. Resist evil with good...Turn you burdens into prayers... Release your faith in the Lord...And He shall lift you up. GOD, GIVE US MEN! by Josiah Gilbert Holland
GOD, give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office can not buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty, and in private thinking; For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds, Their large professions and their little deeds, Mingle in selfish strife, lo! Freedom weeps, Wrong rules the land and waiting Justice sleeps. © by owner. provided at no charge for educational purposes Bottom of Form SAINTS ALIVE Have you ever noticed how much easier it is to venerate a dead saint than a live one? Have you ever wondered why? Perhaps the answer lies within these words by an unknown author, taken from a card from St. Sephen's Church in Philadelphia... "Why were the saints, saints? Because they were cheerful when it was difficult to be cheerful, patient when it was difficult to be patient; and because they pushed on when when they wanted to stand still, and kept silent when they wanted to talk, and were agreeable when they wanted to be disagreeable That was all. It was simple and always will be." Many are called to be saints... but few are chosen. SUN STAND STILL 169 While attending a banquet in the grand city of Versailles, Ben Franklin listened to the British Minister propose a toast to King George, III, in which he likened the king "to the sun," and then listened as the Minister proposed a toast to King Louis, XIV, comparing him to "the moon." Then the great statesman, Franklin, arose and offered this toast: "George Washington, Commander of the American armies, who like Joshua of old, commanded the sun and moon to stand still, and they obeyed him." Through the centuries, many have given Washington and the Founding Fathers much honor and praise, which they richly deserved. They brought forth this nation, while promising life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. These were truly great statesmen. We shall forever be in their debt. (First published on May 23, 1976) QUO VADIS? Ever since the Apostle, Peter asked this question, two centuries ago... "Whither goest thou?" Millions of men and women have been asking this challenging question of themselves. Where shall we go this day? Into places termed sinister? Into situations unbecoming? Into thoughts that are thoughtless? Into actions that are ruthless? Where shall we go this day? Into valleys of kindness and compassion? Into worlds that are not worldly? Into dimensions that are divine? Into paths of prayer and peace? Now, as in ages past...the destiny of men and nations depends on our daily reply to the question...Quo Vadis? (John 13:36) TRUE SUCCESS Wrote David O. McKay... "No other success can compensate for failure in the home." Wherein doth true happiness lie, if not in the home? Where dear hearts are gathered 'round a warm and gentle hearth. Where knightly dreams are often common-place. Where dragons may still be slain and castles may still be scaled. Where little girls have fond dreams of becoming like their mothers. Where little boys strive to emulate the noble actions of their dads... If we would change our world (and it is never too late to start)...let us begin where we should ... in the home. (First published on April 3, 2012) THE FOURTH AMENDMENT
"The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized. This amendment has been violated several times by our present Federal (Biden) administration. EASTER (1979)
We see Christ in the Garden Sweating large drops of blood As he takes our nature upon himself And covers our sins like a flood We see Christ scourged and beaten Standing with open wounds upon his back As Pilate, while finding no fault in him Yields easily to the maddening crowd's attack We see Christ outside the city wall Wearing a thorn-platted crown Withstanding the jeers of all mankind Beneath that heavy cross weighing him down We see Christ hanging upon the cross Forgiving and loving, even then Commending his spirit to his father God's sinless sacrifice for sin We see Christ taken down And laid in a borrowed tomb Like unto the beginning There wasn't any room We see Christ now risen The chains of death now broken And witness an angel speaking The most joyous words ever spoken He is not here for he has risen And so we have the ultimate grace Look inside that empty tomb He is no longer captive of that place (First published on March 24, 2016) |
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