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Feb 25, 2013

{flowing} joy

I am not used to throwing my voice to the back of a room and find it difficult and extremely tiring. I am not used to singing loudly because using a microphone means I can sing normally and the microphone does the work. I had forgotten how sweet a single recorder can sound. Yesterday made me hunt out my own and play for a while, there is a plaintive cry to the recorder that lends itself to ballad music and for example Iona Community singing. When I sing or speak it is never for me and I was so blessed yesterday to be strengthen to belt my voice against the back wall. I got stuff wrong, I always do and always will but was touched by comments after the service. I will never be considered outgoing like Carlow born Manie Payne, co founder of the Peniel Mission in Los Angeles. I hope eventually to write hymns as beautifully as she did. 

Manie Ferguson was more outgoing than Theodore and was the guiding force for the expansion of the ministry. After his death in 1920, “Mother Ferguson” continued to direct the work until her death in 1932. Under Manie’s direction, the Peniel Missions sought to provide a ministry for single women. This appears to have been a primary motivation in the growth of the movement. The women usually lived in rented rooms near the rented hall where they conducted evangelistic services. They boldly testified on street corners and in bars and houses of prostitution. All workers were unsalaried, but the local mission paid for most of their expenses. Even the Fergusons were not paid by the mission, but lived on the rental income from three small houses they owned.

Blessedquie

Joys are flowing like a river,
Since the Comforter has come;
He abides with us forever,
Makes the trusting heart His home.

Blessèd quietness, holy quietness,

What assurance in my soul!

On the stormy sea, He speaks peace to me,

How the billows cease to roll!

Bringing life and health and gladness,
All around this heav’nly Guest,
Banished unbelief and sadness,
Changed our weariness to rest.

Like the rain that falls from Heaven,

Like the sunlight from the sky,

So the Holy Ghost is given,
Coming on us from on high.

See, a fruitful field is growing,

Blessèd fruit of righteousness;
And the streams of life are flowing
In the lonely wilderness.

What a wonderful salvation,

Where we always see His face!
What a perfect habitation,
What a quiet resting place!

brighter{steps}

Ira Stanphill worte songs because he loved God and Christ loves him, He reckoned they appealed to people because he had a life with ups, downs and inbetweens that people could relate to. He wrote "I know who holds tomorrow" during the disolution of his marriage

Lake

I Know Who Holds Tomorrow
By Ira F. Stanphill

I don't know about tomorrow;
I just live from day to day.
I don't borrow from its sunshine
For its skies may turn to grey.

I don't worry o'er the future,
For I know what Jesus said.
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what is ahead.

Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.

Every step is getting brighter
As the golden stairs I climb;
Every burden's getting lighter,
Every cloud is silver-lined.

There the sun is always shining,
There no tear will dim the eye;
At the ending of the rainbow
Where the mountains touch the sky.

Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.

I don't know about tomorrow;
It may bring me poverty.
But the one who feeds the sparrow,
Is the one who stands by me.

And the path that is my portion
May be through the flame or flood;
But His presence goes before me
And I'm covered with His blood.

Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand...

letters before you, letter after you

we don't write letters anymore, a quick text or email or phone call is our usual way of communicating but there is something beautiful about receiving a letter. A few years ago in church we wrote letters to people on mission and they replied. It was great getting the replies, seeing how each was doing in their particular mission field.

i was honoured to listen to Lorraine talk about Open Doors on Saturday, she is a gifted speaker and passionate about the cause of persecuted Christians all over the world. The words we heard were ones of the Hope in desperate situations.

we are not imprisoned, tortured or killed for our beliefs in this country. I heard of a 12 year old boy of faith who was detained in China sent back to North Korea and who died in a forced labour camp, all the time standing strong in the sand of life. A deeply rooted faith that was nourished daily.

back when letter writing was one of the only forms of communication there were rules, social rules on how to write a letter depending on who it was to. How to address them, how to address the envelope, which letters to include at the beginning and end and how to end a letter. Below is an example of letter writing etiquette.

I urge you to today write a letter, preferably to a nameless individual in North Korea or Syria or Eritrea or some other country where it is illegal or extremely difficult to be Christian, but maybe for you, you need to write a letter to someone in your closer family, a relative that you haven't spoken to in a while for whatever reason, a neighbour in desperate strife, a child, a parent.

Miffy

MISS LESLIE’S

LADY’S NEW RECEIPT-BOOK;

A Useful Guide for Large or Small Families

LETTERS.—For letter-writing, always use good paper; it should be fine, smooth, white, and sufficiently thick not to let the writing show through on the other side. Very good letter-paper can seldom be purchased at less than twenty-five cents per quire. That which is lower in price is inferior in quality. If you cannot trust yourself to write straightly without some guide, have printed ruled lines to slip beneath the page; for a letter does not look well if written on paper that is already ruled with pale blue ink. If you write a small hand, your lines should be closer together than if your writing is large. It is well to have several sorts of ruled lines; they are to be bought at any stationer’s for a few cents a page.

If you are writing to a relative, or to an intimate friend, and have much to say, and expect to fill the sheet, begin near the top of the first page. But if your letter is to be a short one, commence lower down, several inches from the top. If a very short letter, of only a few lines, begin but a little above the middle of the page.

Write the date near the right-hand side, and place it about a line higher than the two or three words of greeting or accosting with which letters usually commence. Begin the first sentence a little below these words, and farther towards the right than the lines that are to follow it. It is well, in dating every letter, to give always your exact residence,—not only the town, but the street also, and the number of your house. If your correspondent has had but one notification of your present place of abode, the number, and even the street may have been forgotten; the letter containing it may not be at hand as a reference; and the reply may, in consequence, be misdirected; or directed in so vague a manner that it may never reach you. We have known much trouble, inconvenience, and indeed loss, ensue from not specifying, in the date of each letter, the exact dwelling-place of the writer. But if it is always designated at the top of every one, a reference to any of your letters will furnish the proper address. It is customary to date letters at the top, and notes at the bottom. If your letter is so long as to fill more than one sheet, number the pages.

As important words are frequently lost by being torn off with the seal in opening a letter, leave always, in the third or last page, two blank spaces where the seal is to come. These spaces should be left rather too large than too small. You can write in short lines between them. If you cannot otherwise ascertain where the sealing is likely to be, fold your sheet into the form of a letter before you begin to write it; and then, with the point of a pin, (or something similar,) trace, as faintly as possible, two circles, one on the turn-over, the other on the corresponding part of the paper that comes beneath it. These faint circles, when you are writing the last page, will show you where the seal is to go, and what space you are to leave for it. In opening a letter, it is best to[352] cut round the seal; rather than to break it, and tear the letter open.

In folding a letter let the breadth (from right to left) far exceed the height. A letter the least verging towards squareness looks very awkward. It is well to use a folding-stick (or ivory paper-knife) to press along the edges of the folds, and make them smooth and even. Take care in folding a letter to make all the creases exactly straight and even. If one is looser than another, or if there is the slightest widening out or narrowing in towards the edge of the turn-over, the letter will have a crooked, unsightly appearance. You may direct it before sealing; slipping your ruled paper under the back of the letter, that you may run no risk of writing the direction crooked. Begin the address rather nearer to the bottom than the top of the folded letter. Write the name of the person to whom you send it about the middle, and very clearly and distinctly. Then give the number and street on the next line a little nearer to the right. Then the town in large letters, and extending almost close to the extreme right. Just under the town, add the abbreviation of the name of the state—as, Pa. for Pennsylvania, N. Y. for New York. But if the letter is to go to New York city, put the words New York in full, written large. Much confusion is caused by this state and its metropolis having both the same name. It has been well suggested that the name of the state might be changed to Ontario—a beautiful change.

If the letter is to go to a provincial town, put the name of the county in which that town is situated, immediately over the designation of the state. We believe that throughout the union there are more than fifty towns called Washington. If your letter is for the city of Washington, direct for Washington, D. C.—these initials implying the District of Columbia.

Another reason for the propriety of designating the state is, that many of our towns are called after places in Europe: and it has chanced (though not very often) that letters not explicitly and fully directed, have found their way into the mail-bags of packet vessels, and been carried across the Atlantic. We know an instance of a gentleman who directed an important letter simply to Boston, without any indication of the state of Massachusetts; and the letter went from Philadelphia to the small town of Boston in Lincolnshire, England. In writing from Europe, it is well always to finish the direction with the words United States of North America.

If you send the letter by a private opportunity, it will be sufficient to introduce close to the lower edge of the left-hand corner on the back, simply the name of the gentleman who takes it, written small. It is now considered old fashioned to insert on the back of such a letter, “Politeness of Mr. Smith,” “Favoured by Mr. Jones,” “Honoured by Mr. Brown.” If to cross the sea, write the name of the vessel on the left hand corner of the outside.

If you make a mistake in a word, it will be better to draw your pen through the error, so as to render it entirely illegible, and then interline the correction, rather than attempt scratching out the mistake with a penknife, and afterwards trying to write another word in the identical place; a thing that is rarely, if ever, done well.

At the end of the letter, nearly on a line with your signature, (which should be close to the right side,) it is usual to put, near the extremity of the left side of the page, the name of the person to whom the letter is addressed. Write your signature rather larger than your usual hand; and put a dot or period after your name.

In writing a ceremonious and very respectful note, or in addressing a person with whom you are not very intimate, enclose it in an envelope, and put the direction on the cover only. It is now customary always to enclose in envelopes invitations to parties; visiting cards sent to strangers; cards left previous to a marriage; and farewell cards on leaving the place. On the latter it is usual to put the initials t. t. l. (to take leave,) or p. p. c. (pour prendre congé, which has the same signification.) We have also seen p. d. a. (pour dire adieu, to bid adieu.) For a note, always use a very small seal. There are varieties of beautiful little wafers for notes; also of beautiful note-paper. It is not necessary in addressing an intimate friend to follow, particularly, any of these conventional observances.

For sealing letters no light is so convenient as a wax taper. A lamp or candle may smoke and blacken the wax. To seal well, your wax should be of the finest quality. Good red wax is generally the best, and its colour should be of a brilliant scarlet. Inferior red wax consumes very fast; and always, when melted, looks purplish or brownish. When going to melt sealing-wax, rest your elbow on the table to keep your hand steady. Take the stick of wax between your thumb and finger, and hold it a little above the light, so that it barely touches the point of the flame. Then insert a little of the melted wax under the turn-over part of the letter, just where the seal is to come. This will make it more secure than if the sole dependence was on the outside seal. Or instead of this little touch of wax, you may slip under the turn-over a small wafer, either white or of the same colour as the wax. Take the stick of wax, hold it over the flame just so as to touch the tip; next turn it round till the end of the stick is equally softened on every side. Then apply it to your letter, beginning on the outer edge of the place you intend for the seal; and moving the wax round in a circle, which must gradually diminish till it[355] terminates in the centre. Put the seal exactly into the middle of the soft wax, and press it down hard, but do not screw it round. Then withdraw it suddenly. Do not use motto seals unless writing to a member of your own family, or to an intimate friend. For common use, (and particularly for letters of business, or in addressing strangers,) a plain seal with the initials of your name will be best.

We subjoin the usual abbreviations of the states, &c.:—

Maine, Me. New Hampshire, N. H. Vermont, Vt. Massachusetts, Mass. Rhode Island, R. I. Connecticut, Ct. New York, N. Y. New Jersey, N. J. Pennsylvania, Pa. Delaware, Del. Maryland, Md. Virginia, Va. North Carolina, N. C. South Carolina, S. C. Georgia, Geo. or Ga. Alabama, Ala. Mississippi, Mi. Louisiana, La. Tennessee, Ten. Kentucky, Ky. Ohio, O. Indiana, Ind. Illinois, Ill. Missouri, Mo. District of Columbia, D. C. Michigan, Mich. Arkansas, Ark. Florida, Fl. Wisconsin, Wis. Iowa, Io. Texas, Tex. Oregon, Or.

To these may be added the abbreviations of the British possessions in North America. Upper Canada, U. C. Lower Canada, L. C. Nova Scotia, N. S. New Brunswick, N. B. New Providence, N. P.

The name of the town to which the letter is to go, should always be superscribed in full. If a country town or village, it will be necessary to designate the county in which it is situated, as there are so many provincial towns of the same name. Finish with the designation of the state under the whole, close to the right-hand corner.

In directing to a clergyman, put Rev. (Reverend) before his name. To an officer, immediately after his name, and on the same line with it, put U. S. A. for United States Army; U. S. N. for United States Navy. To a[356] member of Congress, precede his name with Hon. (Honourable.)

In putting up packets to send away, either tie them round and across with red tape (sealing them also) or seal them without tying. Twine or cord may cut through the paper, and is better omitted. Never put up any thing in newspaper. Beside the danger of soiling the articles inside, it looks mean and disrespectful. Keep yourself provided with different sorts of wrapping-paper. A large parcel should have more than one seal, and the seal may be rather larger than for a letter.

Feb 21, 2013

double hymns

Remeber when we at school and after break was double maths or double art and the rush to class depended on your passion for the subject. I hated art and loved maths so sat in the classroom on my own for a good five minutes before the next person arrived. It was not popular but necessary.

Heinz

This week I have had double hymns, it is great, I am passionate about singing for my Lord and so practicing hymns for two churches just fills me with double joy. Because of circumstance I have been in this week I also didn't post yesterday, almost didn't make my deadline for http://thewritepractice.com/ and was running around a lot. A couple of people needed support and so I dropped one thing to do another. I had also faithfully promised to do every school and college run this week and thus far have kept to that. Money appeared from an unlikely source and I was able to buy a few essentials to mix with the dwindling freezer horde.

I am keeping a phrase from Henry Jackson Van Dyke in my head as I stumble from project to project this week

"Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who re­joice, but for those who love, time is eter­ni­ty."

Because I have found enough time to do everything and again managed a story with a hint of hope at the end. So it is a time of celebration and the first hymn for today is Joyful Joyful We Adore Thee. It is one of those hymns that you cannot help but come out of it more joyous than you went in, Beethoven was a genius composer and the words are just abfab.He himself said of it:

These vers­es are sim­ple ex­press­ions of com­mon Christ­ian feel­ings and de­sires in this pre­sent time—hymns of to­day that may be sung to­ge­ther by peo­ple who know the thought of the age, and are not afraid that any truth of sci­ence will de­stroy re­li­gion, or any re­vo­lu­tion on earth over­throw the king­dom of hea­ven. There­fore this is a hymn of trust and joy and hope.

 

  1. Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee,
    God of glory, Lord of love;
    Hearts unfold like flow’rs before Thee,
    Op’ning to the sun above.
    Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;
    Drive the dark of doubt away;
    Giver of immortal gladness,
    Fill us with the light of day!
  2. All Thy works with joy surround Thee,
    Earth and heav’n reflect Thy rays,
    Stars and angels sing around Thee,
    Center of unbroken praise.
    Field and forest, vale and mountain,
    Flow’ry meadow, flashing sea,
    Singing bird and flowing fountain
    Call us to rejoice in Thee.
  3. Thou art giving and forgiving,
    Ever blessing, ever blest,
    Wellspring of the joy of living,
    Ocean depth of happy rest!
    Thou our Father, Christ our Brother,
    All who live in love are Thine;
    Teach us how to love each other,
    Lift us to the joy divine.
  4. Mortals, join the happy chorus,
    Which the morning stars began;
    Father love is reigning o’er us,
    Brother love binds man to man.
    Ever singing, march we onward,
    Victors in the midst of strife,
    Joyful music leads us Sunward
    In the triumph song of life.
  5. HJ Van Dyke was a scholar and a gentle man, he wrote many books and short stories as well as hymns. He was gifted in prose and poem, one of my favourite poems of his is a small eight line rhyming scanning poem called "The Gentle Traveller" I think because I am not in that place but try desperately hard to be there, this just reminds me that I can find it right beside me. 
  6. Philip P. Bliss is the second hymnist today, he wrote many hymns that we sing today but this one is apt for the season we are coming into because HALLELUJAH what a SAVIOUR we have!!! He died at age 38 approx (maths is no longer my favourite subject) trying to free his wife from a railroad accident. They both died at the scene. His last hymn written is My Redeemer, all his hymns have easily sung tunes and are lovley sung without accompaniment. Moody wrote of him that he was to his generation what Charles Wesley was to his for his hymnwriting. 
  7. Man of Sorrows! what a name
    For the Son of God, who came
    Ruined sinners to reclaim.
    Hallelujah! What a Savior!

    Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
    In my place condemned He stood;
    Sealed my pardon with His blood.
    Hallelujah! What a Savior!

    Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
    Spotless Lamb of God was He;
    “Full atonement!” can it be?
    Hallelujah! What a Savior!

    Lifted up was He to die;
    “It is finished!” was His cry;
    Now in Heav’n exalted high.
    Hallelujah! What a Savior!

    When He comes, our glorious King,
    All His ransomed home to bring,
    Then anew His song we’ll sing:
    Hallelujah! What a Savior!

    And finally I have to finish with a poem, have just found this poem by Emma Lazarus (statue of liberty poet) about the dust value of wealth beauty and power but the evalsting love, truth mercy and grace found in the Lord, I add Jesus.

     

    GIFTS.

      "O World-God, give me Wealth!" the Egyptian cried.
      His prayer was granted. High as heaven behold
      Palace and Pyramid; the brimming tide
      Of lavish Nile washed all his land with gold.
      Armies of slaves toiled ant-wise at his feet,
      World-circling traffic roared through mart and street,
      His priests were gods, his spice-balmed kings enshrined
      Set death at naught in rock-ribbed charnels deep.
      Seek Pharaoh's race to-day, and ye shall find
      Rust and the moth, silence and dusty sleep.

      "O World-God, give me Beauty!" cried the Greek.
      His prayer was granted. All the earth became
      Plastic and vocal to his sense; each peak,
      Each grove, each stream, quick with Promethean flame,
      Peopled the world with imaged grace and light.
      The lyre was his, and his the breathing might
      Of the immortal marble, his the play
      Of diamond-pointed thought and golden tongue.
      Go seek the sunshine race. Ye find to-day
      A broken column and a lute unstrung.

      "O World-God, give me Power!" the Roman cried.
      His prayer was granted. The vast world was chained
      A captive to the chariot of his pride,
      The blood of myriad provinces was drained
      To feed that fierce, insatiable red heart—
      Invulnerably bulwarked every part
      With serried legions and with close-meshed Code.
      Within, the burrowing worm had gnawed its home:
      A roofless ruin stands where once abode
      The imperial race of everlasting Rome.

      "O God-head, give me Truth!" the Hebrew cried.
      His prayer was granted. He became the slave
      Of the Idea, a pilgrim far and wide,
      Cursed, hated, spurned, and scourged with none to save.
      The Pharaohs knew him, and when Greece beheld,
      His wisdom wore the hoary crown of Eld.
      Beauty he hath forsworn, and wealth and power.
      Seek him to-day, and find in every land.
      No fire consumes him, neither floods devour;
      Immortal through the lamp within his hand.

    EMMA LAZARUS.

 

 

Feb 19, 2013

battling{reality}

John 8:36 So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.

One of the books I am reading suddenly has a war in it. It crept up on the protagonist because there were no more wars in her life, in the world she inhabited there was not a military presence. It got me thinking about war, warzones in the world and what if?....

What if all the weapons melted and stopped being useful? What if peace reigned in the hearts of soldiers everywhere? If a person for whom war is normal, what happens when the war is over? 

And on a personal level, when you have battled and fought through everyday of your life and suddenly find peace then what happens? Well we become different kinds of soldiers, different battlers. There are people comfortable with standing on street corners in all weathers giving out pieces of paper with the message of the Good News, there are prayer warriors, there are great orators who can deliver the message of hope in such a way that it is accessible to the non-Christian, there are one-to-one givers who bring the message to one person at a time in a very personal and sharing way. The peace that transcends understanding, that settles in our hearts and allows us to do things outside our comfort zone like oration, sharing, praying, singing and being part of a unique team.

There were times when I felt I was slowly drowning in a vat of syrup, but in accepting Christ as my Lord and Saviour I can come up to the surface and breathe. It was like breathing for the first time. That first breath took my legs away. 

As I look at old hymns and new worship songs and see the words of war I do not cower in the corner. I do not now see my life as a battle, it was, and now there is peace. I surrender, waved the white flag, committed totally to following Jesus. I am not in a war. There is a battle going on around me, Satan trying to loosen my grip on the Lord but the more he tries the more I cling to the Lord. In His arms I get protection, safety, security and no worries. What is past is gone, over, forgotten. What is to come is in God's hands, not mine. I live in the moment of today. Some moments are tough, some are less so but I know that this way of living, giving my life away to the Lord, knowing he surrounds me with Love that is immeasurable. My life is not my own, if I must go through the fire again for further honing sobeit, I am ready.

Battle_over

 

Am I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb,

And shall I fear to own His cause,

Or blush to speak His Name?

 

And when the battle’s over

We shall wear a crown!

Yes, we shall wear a crown! x2

And when the battle’s over

We shall wear a crown

In the new Jerusalem

Wear a crown (wear a crown) x2

Wear a bright and shining crown;

And when the battle’s over

We shall wear a crown

In the new Jerusalem.

 

Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease,

While others fought to win the prize,

And sailed through bloody seas?

 

 

Are there no foes for me to face?

Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God?

 

Feb 18, 2013

sunbeam living

I heard of this Scottish woman, known locally as the "Sunbeam", I know I was going to find a person who lived their faith through the lives of those of those around them. I mean think about it, how many nicknames do you know that are positive? A person's nickname usually is looking at a physical deformity, a speech impediment or limp. After that it is the habits that people see as annoying like grumpiness or angry. A long time ago I had friends called Purple Nose and Frazzles, a man with a nose the perfect hue of purple and a man who had an accident as a child and was frazzled by an electricity cable. 

Her hymns were not published until after her death and two of the eight are still sung in many churches today. She lived until 38 years of age, it is unknown if she married or had children but she was a child of God who lived by faith not by sight.

 

Two_birds

Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand,

The shadow of a mighty rock within a weary land;

A home within the wilderness, a rest upon the way,

From the burning of the noontide heat, and the burden of the day.

 

O safe and happy shelter, O refuge tried and sweet,

O trysting place where Heaven’s love and Heaven’s justice meet!

As to the holy patriarch that wondrous dream was given,

So seems my Savior’s cross to me, a ladder up to heaven.

 

There lies beneath its shadow but on the further side

The darkness of an awful grave that gapes both deep and wide

And there between us stands the cross two arms outstretched to save

A watchman set to guard the way from that eternal grave.

 

Upon that cross of Jesus mine eye at times can see

The very dying form of One Who suffered there for me;

And from my stricken heart with tears two wonders I confess;

The wonders of redeeming love and my unworthiness.

 

I take, O cross, thy shadow for my abiding place;

I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face;

Content to let the world go by to know no gain or loss,

My sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross.

Feb 17, 2013

so I got hope

Hands

There has been a running issue in my writing for some time now balancing the "hope" I live with the characters in hopeless situations that I create. 

A tension was created, everything I wrote seemed trite and twee if I included "hope"

and

 then 

today

on a whim I wrote a piece for writing group on Friday morning next and

 

"by jove, I think she's got it!"

 

judge for yourself:

 

Could this be love

Eagle talk is all I heard. These magnificent creatures that could swoop down at great speed after spying some tasty morsel, a kit of a rabbit perhaps and carry it in its talons to a feeding place. Eagles that sat in caves preening, cleaning and plucking out feathers. The talk turned to us we could soar like eagles.

Poppycock! Try living life as a bird that hasn’t just had its wings clipped but chopped off. You’ll fly no more. I left, I couldn’t cope with these moral high ladies who talked about a God who loves. If he loved so much why was I sat in this situation? I had questions but no one to ask.

This body scarred and bruised by self and well as the saying goes marry in haste I have tons of leisure time to reflect on that hastiness. One day married, the next a rainbow coloured mark around my eye. But to leave this, which was my only stability, to leave was never an option. Threats of finding, searching, discovering and punishing were ever present.

Eagles, pshew, they had a life, soaring above the world, observing us like ants in a farm, ever watchful waiting for the next meal to appear naively from a whitethorn row. Patchwork hills and valleys hiding sorrow and loss, masking brutality in the name of marriage, veiling despair and hopelessness.

Tonight though I woke in a cold sweat from the oddest of dreams, the day that brought eagles had turned into a night filled with awe. A song played in the background of the encounter, a soundtrack from a previous decade Could this be love? the singer asked. The voice in the dream, there was a face, or an image of a face, or a shadow but each time I tried to look at it straight it moved to the corner of my eye again. The voice spoke not to my mind but to my very core. It changed everything. It said he does not love you or respect you, you can leave. I love you now as I always have and always will. I love you. Full stop.

I did not sleep again, I lay still, bathed in a beautiful peace that transcended the situation. As the new day dawned I stretched out my arms feeling the wings that I thought long gone, stretching out unseen, waiting for the time of flight, waiting for direction. Waiting in hope.

Suzie Gallagher

slang

As part of my 365 books in a year project I read today a book on slang written in 1913. It is an amazing tome of words long forgotten, or made new by fashions that are now world wide. We live in a goldfish bowl where words like "the bomb" have gone global.

cutte quyer whyddes is my favourite phrase, it conjures up for me exactly what it means based on prior knowledge but I showed it to a couple of people this afternoon and it was gobbledegook for them. It means to say evil words. which in my language is gossip.

When I was young, living in rural Lancashire, corporation pop was our drink of only choice, in this book though it gives me more words for the same thing - Adam's ale or Adam's wine, also known as pawnee, pani and pané, and lag. It is God's gift to us  - water.

Amazingly husband's tea is the perfect slang for really weak tea. I enjoyed reading this thoroughly because of the descriptions and that words such as "fly" as a slang term had a similar meaning to the current use of it coming over via American television.

Explete

stick around

Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me. John 15:4

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When we get tired and all around us seems despondant and "what's the point!" I think of people who tirelessly spread the message of the Good News not just in oratory fashion but in the way they live their life. Henry F Lyte coined the phrase -

"It is better to wear out than rust out"

and that spurs me on to get over prevailing tiredness, shake it off and live. There is a lady from a neighbouring village who tirelessly campaigns for the poor in the environs, She will do anything for anyone and keeps it all confidential. A person will arrive at her door day or night and tea is made, homemade scones brought out and most importantly a listening ear is present. She has her own troubles but keeps them to herself and just gives, gives of her time and expertise to get people to the right person to help them. She is a shining light in the darkness.

There is a boy I know who in his school is known as formidable, not because he goes around beating people up but because he quietly erradicates bullying in his known quarter. He just helps other children get on with life without the distraction of bullying. He has known loss in his life and is determined to try to get boys particularly, to the end of their schooling without turning a certain way.

There are people who campaign for social injustice, racial equality, the environment, the poor the needy etc. etc. but if they only work, do works without faith, they have not known the love of God that pours down on us. All of us can spread the good news - not from some pulpit on television to a mass congregation but in our interactions on a one-to-one basis.

I was talking to someone last night outside a nightclub entrance and they were able to share a bit of their faith to another person because our conversation was "our normal" if we had been reticent or followed the rules of don't talk about 'religion' this would not have happened. It was great to hear and witness.

Abide with me, a hymn by Henry Lyte, was written at the end of his life, finalised on a voyage to sunny climes.The hymn has since been popular within many Christian denominations. It was reported to have been a favorite of King George V, and of Mahatma Gandhi. It is sung before kick off at every FA Cup Final and Rugby League, and at various annual celebrations in Australia, New Zealand, Canada and the United Kingdom. It has been recorded by various jazz and gospel music artists, and has been included in the soundtrack of no less than 10 movies and television shows, including Shane and Touched by an Angel. 

Henry Lyte spent his youth and young man life in Ireland, attending Trinity and returning to get his masters there. He was a poorly chap, his lungs were not in good shape but he lived a quiet life and mananged to get to his 50's before he died. 

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;

the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.

When other helpers fail and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

 

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;

earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;

change and decay in all around I see;

O thou who changest not, abide with me.

 

I need thy presence every passing hour.

What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?

Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

 

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;

ills have no weight, and tears not bitterness.

Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

 

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;

shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;

in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Feb 16, 2013

living faith

Today Tearfund has a conference in Cork entitled Living Faith, 

The world we live in is full of people desperate for hope but living in hopelessness. People have denigrated human life to that of below animal. Gangs torture each other. Armies torture each other. There are more people enslaved in the world today than at any point in history. It is a dark dark world we live in. 

Hope is found only in Christ, real lasting hope, hope of a beautiful future at the foot of the throne of God. We live that hope today through our living faith. Faith that grows with each reading of the Bible, from each fellowship encounter, from each time we sit quietly in conversation with the Lord. And many many other ways our faith grows and we live with the assurance of eternal life.

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BUT

 

If you are in the land of hopelessness the last thing you want to hear is that life goes on and on. Hopelessness wants the life to end. So when we encourage people in their faith we have to be mindful that although we are in the same race and will finish together in a blaze of glory for the Lord we have to understand that people are coming into that race from different places and some of them have come from the clingy self prophecying land of hopelessness.

Avis Marguerite Burgeson Christianssen was born in 1895, she was a poet and hymnwriter and died in 1985, aged 90. She based this hymn on John 3:16 "For God so .... (you know the rest) It is a beautiful hymn extolling the Love of God personified in Christ, love has found a way. I see the hymn as a call to those in hopeless situations, there is nothing we have done or that has been done to us that can not be forgiven, that can not know this LOVE that pours down on us from God, that the Spirit can't soak us in this beautiful wonderful love. Emmanuel, living within, cleansing our hearts, walking with us as we traverse good times, difficult times, times of testing and trial, times where in human thought a situation is hopeless. Love transcends all, love can overcome everything, love.

Love

Wonderful love that rescued me, sunk deep in sin,

Guilty and vile as I could be—no hope within;

When every ray of light had fled, O glorious day!

Raising my soul from out the dead, love found a way.

 

Love found a way, to redeem my soul,

Love found a way, that could make me whole.

Love sent my Lord to the cross of shame,

Love found a way, O praise His holy Name!

 

Love brought my Savior here to die on Calvary,

For such a sinful wretch as I, how can it be?

Love bridged the gulf ’twixt me and Heav’n, taught me to pray,

I am redeemed, set free, forgiv’n, love found a way.

 

Love opened wide the gates of light to Heav’n’s domain,

Where in eternal power and might Jesus shall reign.

Love lifted me from depths of woe to endless day,

There was no help in earth below; love found a way.

Feb 15, 2013

"I'm going out to see my Father's world"

Maltbie Davenport Babcock, has a wonderful name, and was a hymnwriter and pastor in the 19th century, He wrote one of the most beautiful 'creation' hymns I have ever heard and is based on the title of this essay, his phrase when he went out for a walk. 

What a beautiful phrase!

"I'm going out to see my Father's world"

A biography written in 1910 says this of him:

"Babcock was preeminently a preacher. He was a clear thinker and a fluent speaker, with a marvelous personal magnetism which appealed to all classes of people, and the influence of which became in a sense national. His theology was broad and deep, yet without a touch of present-day uncertainty. Added to the genius of spirituality he had the genius of work, and it was owing to his unselfish devotion to the great work of uplifting mankind that he literally wore himself out and died at the early age of forty-two. Noted for his impartial charity, he reached people in countless ways and exerted everywhere a remarkable personal magnetism. While he published no books he may be said to have 'lived, or sung his thoughts'.

He had a skillset that pastors of mega churches today strive for but this guy was not interested in fame only to aid people in coming to faith. He reached across social class, gender, race.

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This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears

All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.

This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;

His hand the wonders wrought.

 

This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,

The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.

This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;

In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;

He speaks to me everywhere.

 

This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget

That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.

This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:

Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,

And earth and Heav’n be one.

 

This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.

I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, “The Lord is in this place.”

This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above,

The Beloved One, His Only Son,

Came—a pledge of deathless love.

 

This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad?

The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad.

This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound,

For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.

No place but is holy ground.

 

This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.

In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.

This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam

Whate’er my lot, it matters not,

My heart is still at home.

faith {victory}

Lukewarmness is smothering life, watered down.

Plants grow well in moist soil that is not too wet and not too dry. We grow in our faith by daily coming to God's word, by spending time with God everyday in prayer, by singing hymns of praise, by worshipping our one true God and by fellowship with other Christians. 

We do not grow well when surrounded by our personal baggage, we need to let it go, we need to just get over it. It is easier to live with addictions than to get rid of them, it is easier to gain weight than to lose weight, it is easier to not say anything when something should really be said. It takes effort to simplify our lives, to focus on the important things, to let go of the things that rip up our faith.

John Henry Yates spent some time working with shoes, as a salesman, as a manufacturer and then let that buying and selling part of his life go. He just stopped doing it, he became a travelling temperance advocate and pastor. He encouraged people to give up alcohol. He was also a poet and hymnwriter, his hymn "The Model Chuch" is lovely and the one below has an easy to learn melody.

Vimto is one of the only surviving temperance drinks from England, there is a small temperance bar in Lancashire that still serves black beer and raisin and Sarsaparilla and they have had some success in distributing their products in recent years but Vimto [now available in Ireland] has a special place in my life because it reminds me of sitting with my mates on a Saturday in our big town [really small village] and drinking mugs filled with steaming hot Vimto. Our parents were happy because we were not drinking alcohol and we were happy because the guy who owned the cafe let us sit there for hours. Pleasant memories.

When Vimto first wanted to be exported it hit barrier upon barrier due to its contents. It had never put on the label what was in it. It had a secret recipe that it wanted to maintain. There were ingredients that were deemed by the EU as unsafe and for various other reasons but it overcame them and now is for sale all over Europe.

When we first take our baby steps with faith we hit barrier upon barrier to tear it down, to change it, to mould it in a tangential form. We have to be strong, deny ouselves, and keep doing the daily stuff to overcome the world and run the race with each step purposeful. "Let tents of ease be left behind"

He replied, “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey you. Luke 17:6

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It is not easy, it is joyous, it is wonderful, it is good.

The basic theme of the hymn mentioned comes from

I Jn. 5:4, “Whatever is born of God overcomes the world. And this is the victory that has overcome the world–our faith.”

Encamped along the hills of light,

Ye Christian soldiers, rise.

And press the battle ere the night

Shall veil the glowing skies.

Against the foe in vales below

Let all our strength be hurled.

Faith is the victory, we know,

That overcomes the world.

 

Faith is the victory! Faith is the victory!

O glorious victory, that overcomes the world.

 

His banner over us is love,

Our sword the Word of God.

We tread the road the saints above

With shouts of triumph trod.

By faith, they like a whirlwind’s breath,

Swept on o’er every field.

The faith by which they conquered death

Is still our shining shield.

 

On every hand the foe we find

Drawn up in dread array.

Let tents of ease be left behind,

And onward to the fray.

Salvation’s helmet on each head,

With truth all girt about,

The earth shall tremble ’neath our tread,

And echo with our shout.

 

To him that overcomes the foe,

White raiment shall be giv’n.

Before the angels he shall know

His name confessed in Heav’n.

Then onward from the hill of light,

Our hearts with love aflame,

We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night,

In Jesus’ conqu’ring Name.

 

Feb 13, 2013

Trust/Obey

" I'm not quite sure. But I'm going to trust, and I'm going to obey." 

These words were spoken at an evangelical meeting by a new believer and follower of Christ. A guy at the meeting in a letter to friend John H Sammis mentioned this quote and by return an entire song was sent. The guy put it to music and it is still sung today. 

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All quotes are from hymns written by Mr Sammis

"All this is Jehova Ropheka and more

My Bread and my Water my Dwelling my Door

My Branch and my Vine, my Lily and Rose

Rock, Hiding Place, Refuge, Shield, Covert, Repose,

my sure Ressurection, my Glory above,

My King and His beauty, my Bridegroom, my Love

My All  and in all in Christ Jesus I see

For God hath made Him to be all things to me

Now say to thy soul "What is He to thee?"

It is a favourite hymn of one of my friends and at every opportunity they launch into it with such joy and vigour, we can't help but join in not just in the singing, in the praising but in the words. We trust in God and we obey Him.

"Christ fills my daily cup of peace

With blessing to the brim

I shall not want, I rest at ease,

'I am complete in Him'  "

Obey is one of those words that has been given a bad name by evildoers in the world, by parents who did not spare the rod, by an education system that led to abuses in the name of obeying. But mostly I think about gangs when thinking of obeying, the gang leader giving brutal orders that must be obeyed on pain of death. It makes it an ugly word.

"It's all of Grace though marred by sin

When on the Lamb our sin was laid

No gifts, no toils, no tears, no sighs.

Add value to that sacrifice"

It is the first day of Lent today and many people will be obeying an internal command to give up something. There will be a huge media campaign about giving up smoking tobacco. A relative of mine gives up alcohol to prove they can - they never get to 40 days. My test will be Saturday.

"I'll trust in Thee, whose boundless grace,

Resored my soul, and turned my face

To Zion's blissful hill

And if I tread the heights of faith

Or walk the gloomy shades of Death

My God, I'll trust Thee still"

Mr Sammis was a businessman and attended presbyterean church, he volunteered at the YMCA and then answered the call to ministry and finished his work and ministry at Biola (I love that acronym)

Sing loud, sing clear, hear the words sung. 

Whoever has my commands and keeps them is the one who loves me. The one who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I too will love them and show myself to them.” John 16:21

 

Trust and obey, for there's no other way

To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.


When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word,

What a glory He sheds on our way!

While we do His good will, He abides with us still,

And with all who will trust and obey.


Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,

But His smile quickly drives it away;

Not a doubt or a fear, not a sigh or a tear,

Can abide while we trust and obey.

 

Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,

But our toil He doth richly repay;

Not a grief or a loss, not a frown or a cross,

But is blessed if we trust and obey.


But we never can prove the delights of His love

Until all on the altar we lay;

For the favor He shows, for the joy He bestows,

Are for them who will trust and obey.

 

Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet.

Or we'll walk by His side in the way.

What He says we will do, where He sends we will go;

Never fear, only trust and obey.

 

happiest {mostjoyous} of days

 

this should have posted yesterday but posterous was having an off day. We are so blessed that we worship a God with no off days.

 

Martha Reed Garvin has a gift, to bring people to praise and worship the Lord with joy and in celebration. She has a spot on youtube but her ministry has lasted over forty years, way before the internet and streaming video. She says:

“In 1988 when our youngest was a senior in high school”, Martha says, “I began to realize that young people like my own five children really did’t know these blessed old songs.  That seemed like a real shame because the best of these hymns are timeless. They’ve endured because they bring a lot of encouragement and comfort to people.” 

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One of the youtube vids I watched was of this beautiful old hymn by Philip Doddrige, she actually apologised at the end for being too happy! Philip Doddridge was a well known non-conformist theologian and writer as well as being a leader, hymnwriter and educator. His most famous work "The Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul (1745)" brought many people to the Lord including William Wilberforce. He gathered around him many of the well known Christian thinkers and writers and was friends with Isaac Watts. 

One of his published sermons is on the occasion of a death of young five year old girl and it is absolutely beautiful, tender and true. He had poor health himself, being the last child of twenty, his mum and dad died whilst he was still a boy. His dad had a great job a purveyor and dealer in pickles and oil.

This hymn is his most well known and is still sung today, it was written in 1751 shortly before his death and is based on 2 Chronicles 15:15

All Judah rejoiced about the oath because they had sworn it wholeheartedly. They sought Godeagerly, and he was found by them. So the LORD gave them rest on every side.

 

O happy day, that fixed my choice

On Thee, my Savior and my God!

Well may this glowing heart rejoice,

And tell its raptures all abroad.

 

Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away!

He taught me how to watch and pray, and live rejoicing every day

Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away.

 

O happy bond, that seals my vows

To Him Who merits all my love!

Let cheerful anthems fill His house,

While to that sacred shrine I move.

 

’Tis done: the great transaction’s done!

I am the Lord’s and He is mine;

He drew me, and I followed on;

Charmed to confess the voice divine.

 

Now rest, my long divided heart,

Fixed on this blissful center, rest.

Here have I found a nobler part;

Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.

 

High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,

That vow renewed shall daily hear,

Till in life’s latest hour I bow

And bless in death a bond so dear.

 

It reminds me of:

Psalm 71

14 As for me, I will always have hope;

    I will praise you more and more.

15 My mouth will tell of your righteous deeds,

    of your saving acts all day long—

    though I know not how to relate them all.

16 I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, Sovereign Lord;

    I will proclaim your righteous deeds, yours alone.

17 Since my youth, God, you have taught me,

    and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.

18 Even when I am old and gray,

    do not forsake me, my God,

till I declare your power to the next generation,

    your mighty acts to all who are to come.

19 Your righteousness, God, reaches to the heavens,

    you who have done great things.

    Who is like you, God?

20 Though you have made me see troubles,

    many and bitter,

    you will restore my life again;

from the depths of the earth

    you will again bring me up.

21 You will increase my honor

    and comfort me once more.

22 I will praise you with the harp

    for your faithfulness, my God;

I will sing praise to you with the lyre,

    Holy One of Israel.

23 My lips will shout for joy

    when I sing praise to you—

    I whom you have delivered.

24 My tongue will tell of your righteous acts

    all day long,

for those who wanted to harm me

    have been put to shame and confusion.

 

 

Feb 12, 2013

Feb 11, 2013

THERE'S WITHIN MY HEART A MELODY {He Keeps Me Singing}

But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness
will rise with healing in its rays.
And you will go out and frolic like well-fed calves.
Malachi 4:2
Sun
Once in a while a song speaks to us, not everyone at the same time. I have alluded to this occasionally, I have many friends who do not like to sing "As the deer..." but equally I know there are people for whom this has touched/pierced/opened them up in a new way, God's way.
Being joyful, being exuberant in our praise representing the power of Christ who transforms, to sing when in the midnight hour of grief, or to sing when darkness pervades our every step, we need the indwelling Christ, only through him can we sing loud and clear, with full voice. It is easy to sing when our lives are going well, when our faith is not tested, but when we hit that pebble on the ground that is when we most need to sing. That is when we must draw close to him to shelter us from harm. This is a powerful witness to non Christians.

"There's more to it than singing" I was told once, when I was in a very, very dark place. But the Lord had given me a voice to sing and a pen to write lyrics. When I look back at those songs created in dire circumstances when even breathing in and out was hard, I see the Lord talking to me through the writing of the lyrics, soothing and comforting me.

Because of my own experiences I tend to go looking to see what the hymn writer was going through/ feeling/ where their faith was when a song pierces me. And then the odd time someone points me to a hymn, like this one, that is so full of joy and love and peace and wonderment that I have to go find out about the hymn writer and did they write more.

Luther Burgess Bridgers was born a long time ago and began a life of preaching at seventeen. He married Sarah Vetch before either of them was twenty and they had three sons. He was a busy preacher and often was away from home. Seven years after their marriage, in 1910, he dropped Sarah and the boys at her mom's house and trotted off to evangelise at a revival meeting in Kentucky. Phone calls were rare in those days but towards the end of the meeting he received a call to say there had been a fire and his wife and three children had burned to death.

His response, to wallow in grief, or to profess the faith he had talked. Well he was human, like us so was stunned and inactive for some time. But the Lord was not finished with him and continued His work in him. And he came to write this hymn in the same year of their deaths. 

There's a complicated arrangement of the hymn below, simpler tunes are available and some beautiful renditions on Youtube.
He_Keeps_Me_Singing.mp3 Listen on Posterous
Clarke's commentary on Malachi 4:2, "With healing in his wings - As the sun, by the rays of light and heat, revives, cheers, and fructifies the whole creation, giving, through God, light and life everywhere; so Jesus Christ, by the influences of his grace and Spirit, shall quicken, awaken, enlighten, warm, invigorate heal, purify, and refine every soul that believes in him, and, by his wings or rays, diffuse these blessings from one end of heaven to another; everywhere invigorating the seeds of righteousness, and withering and drying up the seeds of sin. The rays of this Sun are the truths of his Gospel, and the influences of his Spirit. And at present these are universally diffused"

THERE'S WITHIN MY HEART A MELODY {He Keeps Me Singing}
Jesus whispers sweet and low, 
“Fear not, I am with thee peace, be still,” 
In all of life’s ebb and flow. 
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus 
Sweetest name I know, 
Fills my ev’ry longing, 
Keeps me singing as I go.
 All my life was wrecked by sin and strife, 
Discord filled my heart with pain; 
Jesus swept across the broken strings, 
Stirr’d the slumb’ring chords again. 
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus 
Sweetest name I know, 
Fills my ev’ry longing, 
Keeps me singing as I go.
 Feasting on the riches of His grace, 
Resting ‘neath His shelt’ring wing, 
Always looking on His smiling face 
That is why I shout and sing. 
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus 
Sweetest name I know, 
Fills my ev’ry longing, 
Keeps me singing as I go.
Tho sometimes He leads thru waters deep, 
Trials fall across the way, 
Tho sometimes the path seems rough and steep, 
See His footprints all the way. 
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus 
Sweetest name I know, 
Fills my ev’ry longing, 
Keeps me singing as I go.
Soon He’s coming back to welcome me 
Far beyond the starry sky; 
I shall wing my flight to worlds unknown, 
I shall reign with Him on high. 
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus 
Sweetest name I know, 
Fills my ev’ry longing, 
Keeps me singing as I go.

Words and Music by Luther Burgess Bridgers