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Pssst! You are being watched

If not us, WHO? If not now, WHEN?

The GLORY of defeat!

Christmas 2004

God's Word is... Profitable!

Till Death Do Us Part

Homesick for Heaven

Heart in the offering tray

Two messages to a bride

Two messages to a husband

Pssst! You are being watched
1-You *testify* by the friends you seek, By the very manner in which you speak, By the way you employ your leisure time, By the way you make use of dollar and dime. You *testify* by the things you wear, By the spirit in which you burdens bear, By the kind of things at which you laugh, By the music you play on your phonograph. You *testify* by the way you walk, By the things of which you delight to talk, By the manner in which you speak to a foe, By the books you read, and the places you go. For none will take heed of the Gospel you give, If it isn't reflected in how you LIVE.		2-Walk worthy of the calling With which you were called. Abstain from every appearance of evil. Whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, Do ALL to the glory of God. Give no offense, Either to the Jews, Or to the Gentiles Or to the church of God ...Resolve this: not to put a stumbling block Or a cause to fall In your brother's way. Ephesians 4.1b; 1 Thessalonians 5.22; 1 Corinthians 10.31-32; Romans 14.13b

If not us, WHO? If not now, WHEN?
1- Thus says the LORD: Learn to do good. Seek justice. Rebuke the oppressor. Defend the fatherless, Plead for the widow. Execute judgment and righteousness. Deliver the plundered Out of the hand of the oppressor. Jer 22.3a; Isa 1.17		2- Mourn not the dead who in the cool earth lie Dust unto Dust The calm sweet earth that mothers all who die As all men must. Mourn not your captured comrades who must dwell Though bound, still strive Each in his steel-bound coffin of a cell, Buried alive. But rather mourn the apathetic throng The cowardly and meek Who see the world's great anguish and its wrong And dare not speak! "Mourn Not the Dead" by Ralph Chaplin

The GLORY of defeat!
1- Stricken to earth, the sword snapped in his hand, Shield cast away, down-beaten to the knee, He sees the foes he made above him stand -- Now he has only Me. His towers are fallen; at his feet they lie Wrecks of the hopes that he will not see, Naked unto the blast, Death drawing nigh -- Now he has only Me. But he has Me! The last illusions fade, The trumpets sound no more. This man, set free From tyranny of dreams his pride has made, At last has only Me. For many loves he now has only one, His many "gods" before the tempest flee, His light is dying, and his day is done, But he at last has Me! "I AM The Last" by Edward Shillito		2- When the waves of death surrounded me, The floods of ungodliness made me afraid. The sorrows of The Grave encompassed me; The snares of death confronted me. In my distress I called upon the LORD, And cried out to my God. He heard my voice from His temple, And my cry entered His ears!!! {and God said...} I am the First and I am the Last... Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I AM your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand. My grace is sufficient for you, For My strength is made perfect in weakness. 2 Samuel 22.5-7; Isaiah 41.6b,10; 2 Corinthians 12.9a

Past & Future Arrivals Poem for the Birthday of Christ, 2004
1st Advent The infant Jesus came to town; The wind blew up, the wind blew down; Out in the street the wind was bold; Now who would house Jesus from the cold? Then opened wide a stable door, Covered with hay upon the floor; An Ox put forth a horned head, "Come, little Lord, here make Thy bed." Then spake a Sheep that stood quite near, "Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here." There He came forth, midst rush and reed, Who was the Lamb of God indeed. The infant Jesus came to town; With oxen and sheep He laid Him down; Peace to the manger, peace to the fold, For that they housed Him from the cold! "Christmas Folk Song," Lizette Woodworth Reese		Soon to be -- 2nd Advent I saw heaven opened, And behold, a white horse. He who sat on him was called Faithful and True, And in righteousness He judges and makes war. The armies in heaven, Clothed in fine linen, white and clean, Followed Him on white horses. And He has on His robe and on His thigh a name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS. He who testifies to these things says, "Surely I am coming quickly." Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus! The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen. Revelation 19.11, 19.14, 19.16; 22.20

God's Word is... Profitable!
1- All Scripture is given By inspiration of God, And is profitable for doctrine, For reproof, For correction, For instruction in righteousness, That the man of God may be complete, Thoroughly equipped for every good work. 2 Tim 3.16-17		3- Thy Word is like a starry host -- A thousand rays of light Are seen to guide the traveler, And make his pathways bright. Thy Word is like an armory Where soldiers may repair And find, for life's long battleday, All needful weapons there. O may I love Thy precious Word, May I explore the mine; May I its fragrant flowers glean, May light upon me shine. O may I find my armor there, Thy Word my trusty sword! I'll learn to fight with every foe The battle of the Lord! "Thy Word is Like a Garden Lord" by Edwin Hodder
2- Thy Word is like a garden, Lord, With flowers bright and fair. And everyone who seeks may pluck A lovely cluster there. Thy Word is like a deep. deep mine, And jewels rich and rare Are hidden in its mighty depths For every searcher there.

Till Death Do Us Part
1- Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life for which the first was made; Our times are in God's hands Who saith, "A whole I planned -- Youth shows but half. Trust God, see all, nor be afraid." From "Rabbi Ben Ezra," by Robert Browning		3- The question is asked: Is there anything more beautiful in life Than a boy and girl clasping clean hands And pure hearts in the path of marriage? The answer is given: Yes -- there IS a more beautiful thing. It is the spectacle of an old man and an old woman Finishing their journey together on that path. Their hands are gnarled but still clasped. Their faces are seamed but still radiant. Their bodies are tired and bowed down But their love is still strong. They have lived by God's covenant of marriage And have vindicated it from the jeers of cynics.
2- So a man shall leave his father and mother And be joined to his wife, And they shall become one flesh. Therefore, what God has joined together, Let no one put asunder. "For I hate divorce," says the LORD of hosts. Genesis 2.24; Mark 10.9; Malachi 2.16a

Homesick for Heaven
Ah, Paradise, my home with God, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbor of the saints, O sweet and pleasant soil, In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no care, no toil. There lust and hatred cannot dwell, There envy holds no sway, There is no hunger, pain, nor tears, But pleasure every way. Ah, Paradise, my home with God, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, With Jesus I would be!		To live is Christ. To die is gain. And I am hard pressed between the two, Having a desire to depart and be with Christ, Which is far better. And after my body has been destroyed, Yet in my flesh I will see God! I myself will see Him with my own eyes. I, and not another! How my heart yearns within me. So we are always confident, Knowing that while we are at home in the body We are absent from the Lord. We are confident, yes, well pleased Rather to be absent from the body And to be present with the Lord. Philippians 1.21, 1.23; Job 19.26-27; 2 Cor 5.6, 5.8

Heart in the offering tray
God, let me be a giver, and not one Who only takes and takes unceasingly. God, let me give, so that not just my own, But others' lives as well, may richer be. Let me give out whatever I may hold Of what material things life may be heaping Let me give raiment, shelter, food, or gold If these are, through Thy bounty, in my keeping. But greater than such fleeting treasures, may I give my faith and hope and cheerfulness, Belief and dreams and joy and laughter gay Unto a lonely soul who, through me, You shall bless. "Let Me Be a Giver" by Mary Carolyn Davies		Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You? Or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in? Or naked and clothe You? When did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?' The Lord will answer... "Because you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me." ~ ~ ~ He who has pity on the poor lends to the LORD, And He will pay back what he has given. Matthew 25.37-40; Proverbs 19.17

Two messages to a bride
Message #1- A husband speaks... I want you when the shades of eve are falling And purple shadows drift across the land; When sleepy birds to loving mates are calling -- I want the soothing softness of your hand. I want you when the day is at its noontime, Sun-steeped and quiet, or drenched with sheets of rain. I want you when the roses bloom in June-time, I want you when the violets come again. I want you when my soul is filled with passion. I want you when I'm weary and depressed. I want you when in lazy, slumbrous fashion My senses need the haven of your breast. I want you, dear, through every changing season. I want you with a tear or with a smile. I want you more than any rhyme or reason -- I want you, want you, want you -- all the while. "I Want You" by Arthur L. Gillom		Message #2- Jesus summons His bride... Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away. Lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth. The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grapes Give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away! Song of Songs 2.10-13

Two messages to a husband
Message #1- A wife speaks... Oh, let me lay my head tonight upon your breast And close my eyes against the light. I need to rest. I'm weary and the world looks sad. This worldly strife Turns me to you. And, oh, I'm glad... to be your wife! Though friends may fail or turn aside, yet I have you. And in your love I do abide, for you are true. My only comfort in each grief, and in despair Your tenderness is my relief. It soothes each care. If joys of life could alienate my poor weak heart From yours, then may no pleasure great enough to part Our marriage vows fall to my lot. I'd rather just remain Bereft of friends, though true or not, just to retain Your true regard, your presence bright, thru care and strife. And, oh, I thank my God tonight I am your wife! "I Am Your Wife" by Anon		Message #2- God speaks... A man shall leave his father and mother And cleave unto his wife, And they shall become one flesh. = = = = = Husbands, love your wives, Just as Christ also loved the church And gave Himself for her. = = = = = Two are better than one For if they fall, One will lift up the other. Again, if two lie down together, They will keep warm. But how can one be warm alone? Gen 2.24; Eph 5.25; Eccl 4.9a,10a, 11

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