Satan’s Last Legs

Now his time is so short
And he knows it
And he rages at signs of defeat
And he pushes the envelope harder
Whispering licence and lusts
Oh so sweet.
Yet another is cooling to darkness
And now hearing the Voice
Of relief
“Come you weary
And laden to shelter.
Leave the chaos for rest
Through belief.
I am more than the fabled
Good Shepherd
I have sought you
And bled for your heart.
See the manacles
Fall to the dust, Child.
Slewfoot flees
And his minions depart.”
Oh that many were blessed
With the vision
Of the Heavenly City
Drawn near.
And the One on white horse
Claiming victory
O’er the master
Of fraud and of fear.

Doug Blair, Waterloo ON



He was there for them
And they knew it
And his smiles and songs
Would brighten up the tent.
And the energy needed
To get through it
Was a joyful package
Timely, Heaven sent.
He was just like them
Nothing really special
Save that Jesus had
Arrested all his heart.
And accordian and banjo
Played their favourite
Songs of Zion
Building faith
Salvation to impart.
They were hurting
In a town
Close to rock-bottom
And the government
Showed little of relief
But the preachers
Set the stage for
Life abundant
Triggered simply
By repentance
And belief.
“He is here!
The Master yearns to do
His business
And to liberate
Where Satan has deceived.
And you’ve heard
The words of Gospel
Who is ready to
Step forward and receive?”

Doug Blair, Waterloo, ON

Holy Fear

I would hate to disappoint you
And am driven by the thought
That you suffered for my failings
And my pardon bravely bought.
Not a one gets in as closely
To my heart of hearts’ repose
Though my mind can scarcely fathom
That before all time You chose
To adopt me in the Firstborn
And to give me grace to stand
Right before your throne of Glory
Not with shaking voice or hand.
There’s a boldness now in coming
And in kneeling at your feet
And the change is thanks to Calvary
And it makes my joy complete.

Psalm 34
Hebrews 4: 15, 16

Today’s Slant

Here’s how I am feeling about the posting process these days. I sent this to Bill over at Unshakable Hope. The man is an inspiration. I intend to treat him as if there is absolutely no personal handicap. His brilliance is often the brilliance of Christ through yet another vessel of clay.

My remark was as follows:

Bill you are part of the reason I blog. Someone who keeps an open ear for additional insight; who remains teachable. That is not to say that I see myself as “teacher” and the readers as “pupils”. I have often said to Anthony Gomez (Salvoes in Faith) that we are all fellow travelers exploring a beach and discovering, quite by Providence, beautiful seashells. We share this interest and delight and the gracious Lord feeds such hunger and curiosity. “Open your mouth wide and I will fill it.” Today I discover; tomorrow it’s you.

One other comment. Perhaps you feel a compunction to reply to every comment. Don’t do this. It may become banter. Singing to the choir. Better you pour your time and remarkable technology into another hum-dinger of a message…or just simply how you are feeling as one of the members of today’s flock…Doug

Anthony knows something about my change in momentum in blogging. I am under no tight time-table. It is very possible to go on long after the speaker has finished his message. That becomes only an insult to the listeners.

Has there been a lot of production over the past 5 years? Yep.

Four blogs on Wordsmith. Three on BlogSpot. Two sites on Google. One Channel on You Tube. Two Facebook accounts. Participation on three poetry forums. Over seventy-five faith booklets at

I have said it folks. I have nailed my position in Christ soundly to the wall. I will not sing to the choir anymore. If blogging cannot be proved to be a mighty instrument of testimony to the un-saved, then I am moving on to something else with a creative and spiritual legacy well recorded.

And how much of this has really been for me, anyway? Every blogger seeking to walk as Jesus walked must ask such nasty questions..Doug

“We Have It Too Good”

The elderly woman approached me in the dairy section with a look of recognition. She was a fellow-member of the seniors’ Bible study at the church and she did not have me in the context of part-time dairy man. The broad smile appeared, and we went through simple re-introductions. She commented that she had not seen me recently in church with my wife.

I was obscure with my explanation.

Quickly she responded, “I tell you, we all have it too good. We will have to see some bad times before we are ready to see the Lord move again in our midst.”

Looking quite alert in her eighty-third year she began to tell me of revival which she witnessed in Eastern Europe and Russia in the five years following World War Two. She was Romanian born and came under Nazi and then Russian occupation. Thousands of youths had been rounded up by the Russians and were headed to repopulate and redevelop the land ravaged by the onslaught of the Fuhrer. Her command of the Russian language was excellent and she intercepted many of the thoughts and plans of her overseers which had been intended as confidential.

The relocated people were deprived of food and medicine and many were falling seriously gaunt and ill. She came down with jaundice and other complications and heard her captors predicting that she was not likely to live. A seventeen year old girl facing such odds! In her darkest moments she reached out beyond Sunday School experiences to a loving Jesus whom she beseeched for salvation and healing. That night she felt new vigour and hope and a new beginning.

“I tell you sir I saw revival in the streets in these terrible circumstances. People stopping from their work to cry out to God for forgiveness and help. It did not take a church. The Holy Spirit was at work marvelously. All this going on under the noses of the Communists who were committed to silencing the message of Jesus. And here I am now, alive in my eighties, in Canada. It must be that the Lord still has some work for me to do. Still some souls within my sphere who are yet to come in.”

How I was inspired, standing by the half-priced chocolate milk, talking to this remarkable woman of faith. Hearing this living testimony.

Now none of this had ever come out in our year or more together at the Bible study. Sad.

“Foot-washing” of saints and by saints can happen in the most unlikely of places. It MUST be given place to operate.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, ON

Desperate Quest for Goodness

Again I have been enlightened from Psalm 103 by Mark Guy Pearse. (1842-1930; Cornish Methodist preacher)

“Who satisfieth thy mouth (ornament, spirit) with good things;”

He suggests that in all the kingdom of living beings man alone is dissatisfied, and most seriously so. He may surpass other creatures in reasoning power, use of tools, communication, team work, creativity, joy, grief and other emotions. He has shown himself to have dominion over much of his environment, making it serve his purposes. But he remains a searcher with a need which cannot be satisfied by the things around him. He is after the goodness of God.

Pearse reminds us that this is the image (reflection) in which Adam was formed, which reflection was lost in large part in the Fall. It is as if the heart of man universally cries somewhere within, ” I shall be satisfied when I awake with His likeness.”

Now hear Pearse: “Think then- If there should come to thee One who knows thee through and through- all the past, every secret thought and wish standing out in hideous nakedness before Him, and Who yet loves thee, loves thee through and through, loves thee with a love that endured all shame and suffering for thy sake; surely such true love were earth’s best treasure. Think- If He should be able to loose thee from that past, if knowing all thy frailty and folly He yet could help thee and help thee perfectly. If amidst thy low and selfish thoughts He could bring His truth, so that it should reign within thee more and more; if He could bring into thy impatience and hatred His own love and gentleness; if He could gird thee with courage, and gladden thee with hope, and fill thee with faith- should not that go far to complete thy satisfaction? Think again- If He should know thee with all thy hidden faculties and powers, all that thou canst ever come to be, and He should say unto thee: “Soul, I can develop, I can uplift, I can transform until the life of perfect goodness is thine.” What then?

He is come- As many as received Him (Jesus), to them gave He power to become the sons of God.”

Doug Blair, Waterloo, ON

weaver bird

Point of Combustion

The day will come.
Incontrovertible truth
The messenger’s face
Bright, direct
With sincerity,
And assurance;
The sufficiency
Of Christ.
His noble service.
His victorious ethic.
His blood-letting.
His invigorating Spirit.
The words are
From God;
Seeds of life
Through the ages.
Your arguments
Your idols
Cracked and
Your tradition
The trying moment
Of alloy.
The metal strip
Presented to burner.
Ignited and red,
Rushing to flame?
Flash of light?
Ethereal wind
Or charred and limp,
Refusing transformation?
Lacking the inner
Such a day
Will be yours.
Expect it.
Pray for
Christ’s constitution.
His agenda.
Disparage the
Experiences of
Soiled self.

An “Oldy”…Doug