A Pastor Friend sent me this Beautiful Piece…

“XXX is dying of cancer. We had a very special visit together yesterday…when the visit was still “very much with me” I wrote this poem:

A thin spot revealed
in a weathered piece of driftwood
Inside… concentric circles mark its time
when it thrived as greenwood battling against gale and storm
Each year a circle forms
Some years drier than others
a history kept secret beneath the gray and the brine.
The spirals tell its story
Some close and others far apart
A thin spot.
I met a man today
Our circles joined but for a moment
And we laughed at beauty
In death.
But in the touching a bond formed
and despite our ashen faces
Wrinkled with wear
we drank to life
and beauty in death.
Our journey has just begun
our promise waits in another forest
where we struggle not against nature
but surrender to its calling
and to circles gone before
that beckon a reunion…the Tree of life.”

Terry Hursh, Kitchener ON, Hope Lutheran Church

Anthony and His Friend

Special moment out the back porch:

“I was just out back having a conversation something like this: “You walked among them and still many did not believe…the wind picked up suddenly, trees swayed and I just smiled, then cried. it’s a very lonely thing to Love You…I said.”

This is a very special thing about AG. He looks for the presence of Jesus. Often he is not disappointed. And frequently he can let us feel; let us get inside. With things that most others overlook. (Doug)

http://youtu.be/wPI_DIqICP0

Comrades

Salvoes in Faith

To call you a friend

Is no little rejoicing

Others have smiled

But the plastic soon showed

Theirs an agenda

Of covering bases

Lacking compassion

To ease my harsh load.

Lacking the insight

That comes from the loving

Comes from a mile

In your shoes gladly tried

Deeply determined

For good not for evil

Heeding the Spirit

To come alongside.

“Loving”, I said it

And that between real men

Chucking veneer that

Would hold others back

Birthed in a Saviour who

Maps hidden treasure

Claiming a “stake”

That most others will lack.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario

http://issuu.com/dewane/docs/men_with_men

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As Edwards Might Have Written to Brainerd…

My Dear David:

I write this letter to crystallize my thoughts on what it has meant to be acquainted with you. Of course our dear Jerusha ministers to your every need bedside, as best she can. She has great affection for you, and this is a rare treasure, my Son in the faith. Lord allow the day when you will have regained your vigour and faculties; that perhaps a deeper attachment might be explored.

But in these days you drift in and out, and conversation is sparse. This letter speaks my heart for disclosure at the appropriate moment. You have told us, and your Journals particularize, the adventures in the wild with your native brothers and sisters. So often without a place to set your head, as was the case with our Lord. Riding through heat or rain. Living on bannock, fiddleheads, wild berries and tubers. Talking, preaching, joking, dreaming with your faithful horse. Occasionally with Moses when a circuit has been pre-planned for his interpretation to the Indians.

I would like to meet that man; learn of his former life; hear of the urgings of conviction; learn what testimony of yours hit the mark, or just as likely some extraordinary supernatural move to the inner man.

David, I do not mean to puff you up. I know of the hazards in that. But friend, your intense hunger to go to the remote, to bear with constraints and the elements, to battle with superstition and child-like stubbornness; to give the Good Gospel Report and little else, has moved me in indescribable ways, first with shame and then with challenge.

You have struggled with melancholy and you have allowed your mission and prayers to be the balm.

I intend with your permission to extend your notes to a much wider circle. Pastors and mature Christians will be thrilled with scenes of the raw wilderness and of the unsophisticated response of your friends of the forest.

I think of James’ words about the prayer of faith for the sick, and I assure you Brother that this family pours out many on your behalf. Until you recover and we happily discuss these measures at greater length, I remain

Your faithful servant and friend in Christ, Johnathan

(Note: This letter is a piece of historical fiction surrounding the care of missionary David Brainerd at Northampton shortly before his death on October 9, 1747 from consumption and asthma in his thirtieth year. )

See the link http://momentsmidstream.blogspot.ca/2009/05/brainerd-up-tree.html

 

Doug Blair, Waterloo, ON

Timothy: What Sort of Guy?

What kind of fellow was Timothy? (the two Epistles, Acts chapters 16 and 17, Romans 16, 2 Corinthians 1). Resident of the Turkish city of Lystra. Son of a Jewish woman converted to Christianity and an avid student of scripture. Her mother the same. The Father was a Greek.

Somewhat young to be called into missions as Paul’s assistant, and somewhat sensitive about the fact. Suffering from a fragile nervous constitution. Having a solid grip on Christian doctrine and Paul’s testimonies of encounters with the risen Christ.

Let me pause at this point. Paul tells Timothy in 1 Timothy 4 to hold tightly to his assurance of scripture and the doctrine so ably taught to him by friends and relatives. Do you note in today’s church a conscious turning away from doctrine as something ‘awkward and divisive’? ‘The simple Gospel story, yeah, that’ll be enough.’

Well, Paul speaks entirely to the contrary:

12 Let no man despise thy youth; but be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.

13 Till I come, give attendance to reading, to exhortation, to doctrine.

14 Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery.

15 Meditate upon these things; give thyself wholly to them; that thy profiting may appear to all.

16 Take heed unto thyself, and unto the doctrine; continue in them: for in doing this thou shalt both save thyself, and them that hear thee.

With such equipment Timothy is considered well able to be sent to Ephesus to oversee the church and the establishment of leadership and its qualifications; to attend to stern church discipline; to consider the needs of dependent widows and to monitor the use of all available resources (remember the 6th chapter and the exhortation to rich and faithful believers to be rich unto good works?)

In the course of Paul’s final incarceration under the wicked Nero, Timothy is entrusted to bring to his old friend the desired items of comfort before his fast-approaching departure (the cloak, the books and parchments). Paul reminds him:

2 Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort with all long suffering and doctrine.

3 For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears;

4 And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.

5 But watch thou in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry. (Second Epistle)

We are now in the same shoes as Timothy. Paul would say the same to us.