Light On Dark

LIGHT ON DARK Glimpses of unstoppable victory through Christ.

C. by Doug Blair, 2011

A few summers ago I was approached by two men at my workplace who were confronted with weighty issues needing prayer. The one a diagnosis of cancer. The other a wife trying for the third time to bring a baby to full term. They wanted another to know the facts, to be in their corner, to offer up prayer.

I learned later that they each had church communities busy in prayer, although of very different traditions. In a couple of months both men brought praise reports back to me.

I shared in their joy, giving credit to Jesus.

Later at an assignment out in our steel yard, I was alone with time for private thoughts. I 1

thanked the Lord for undertaking for my friends. In my spirit I heard the words, "It was significant that you prayed, and prayed with compassion."

"Yes Lord, it was heartfelt. But I knew those fellows. I had a vested interest. It seemed easy to get my shoulders under it."

"Oh, if you would only pray more. What you might one day learn about how Heaven was moved. Lives changed forever. Even thanks being offered by total strangers."

"But Lord if the power is in compassion, how can I muster that for the stranger? It just doesn't seem to come. In corporate prayer at a church gathering some need of a stranger is voiced by another, and I just sit there like a log of indifference."

"Doug, I am asking you to agree with me in prayer in such situations. I have the vested interest, the compassion, the power to comfort and to heal. Just pray. As you come to know me more, I will release more of myself."

Matthew 14: 14And Jesus went forth, and saw a great multitude, and was moved with compassion toward them, and he healed their sick.

Churches, where are the patient seasons of compassionate prayer, the Jesus focused study, the Jesus focused giving of thanks, the Jesus focused singing, the Jesus focused message of hope to strangers? Victory comes in no other way.

AFFLICTED NO LONGER

There must be a freeing of the mind and heart from the shackles of hopelessness.

Hospitals are full of stories of remarkable reversals of illness simply because of the indomitable spirit of the patient. A pleasant word; a good confession; a smile; an ability always to laugh; an audacity even in the face of death.

I know of many well-intentioned Christians who will give by memory every promise of healing contained in the Bible, and there are many. But perhaps the candidate for healing does not yet have an assurance of Jesus' loving disposition toward him.

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The ever victorious progression of thought and faith must be as follows. Jesus is proved history. As all-capable Son of God He came from Heaven, taught Heaven and its ethic, returned to Heaven and dwells there presently, working on the development of His Church in partnership with the Father and Spirit. He loves me and has shown me as much in undeniable ways. I thrill to read the account of His earth walk, selfless death and resurrection in the Gospels. I honestly regard Him as my best friend, and place my life and expectations in His hands. I trust Him more than I trust my own wants or understanding. He will bring about the best of all possible good either in me or through me. He has never done less with anyone who has reached out to Him. This sort of abandon brings people to an experience of salvation. It comes as a consequence of the gift of repentance. It comes as the Lord draws the believer to Him. It is not manufactured by persuasion or resolve. The same applies to healing. A wellintentioned Christian worker might place the raw materials of truth, warning and promise before a candidate; offer to pray; continue to lift that individual up in the following weeks.

But God will be the One who closes the deal. The victorious recipient, the honest-togoodness child of faith is the one who can say, as with Job, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him".

For such a one there remain no dark corridors to be traveled. The victory has come from within. The happy old Gospel song asserts, "The world didn't give it to me, and the world can't take it away".

DARKNESS COMES

Still comes the darkness To the saint who yearns for God. To the one who walks in all he knows, Some times alone are trod.

Still comes the darkness, When he must leave earthly kin, 3

When he must through pangs of conscience come Apart from all known sin.

Still comes the darkness, When all wickedness prevails; When the saint is made the laugh of men, The target of false tales.

Still comes the darkness, And it puzzles most to think That his God who holds the answers Has fled to let him sink.

Still comes the darkness, When bereft of guiding light, He wonders, left at his wit’s end If he heard scripture right.

Still comes the darkness, When the problems seem to grow; When the saint sees no clear remedy, And so must wait to know.

Still comes the darkness, And the saint has naught to claim, But that God who loves and lifted him Will not forget his name.

Still comes the darkness, As with Joseph, wrongly jailed.

As with David to a cave pursued.

And Jesus, cruelly nailed.

But this is Father’s shadow O’er the saint as God goes by.

Cleft in the rock and ‘neath God’s hand, He need not wonder why.

The Father comes no closer Than in such times of pain; Then in a voice triumphant, cries: 4

“Child, let’s be off again!”

PSALM 42: 4, 5 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

LARGE REQUESTS OF GOD

Chatting in the grocery store about this woman's very sick young friend.

A note exchanged on a crude piece of cardboard: "God delights when we ask Him largely. Read Luke chapters 7 and 8". A brief prayer for mercy offered up together.

How many times have I examined the active, virile, tireless, compassionate, bold Jesus portrayed in these chapters. I marvel at the energy, the casually unfolding panorama of opportunities, the instant trust which the Lord commanded.

Perhaps you are facing some large dilemma, a test to stamina, constitution or steadfast faith. Consider our little cardboard note. Remember that God is omnipotent. God is love. God will make even this "work together for good".

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MALIGNANCY

I can waste a body I can shatter dreams I can raise my threat Through a thousand schemes.

I can rob a home I can stunt a life I can tear the bond Of a man and wife.

I can pull the blind Down on hope or joy And the neighbours'talk I will oft' employ.

I am given more Than my powers are due I just feed on fear And the schemes come true.

I am named with awe In the Hall of Waste I have Slewfoot's praise Seen him face to face.

I have often heard When their end is nigh How they doubt their God How they curse the sky.

But it troubles me That a few gain power As they choose to smile In my meanest hour.

As they give loud thanks For a life to date And they lean on Christ For tomorrow's fate.

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UNWELCOME ONE

I hit like Vesuvius.

Greater emotional impact Than one's first love.

Irrepressible as incoming tide.

Washing over sand castles.

I elicit self-doubt, Self-pity, Self-centredness.

I bring on red anger, Social awkwardness, Loner spirit.

I humiliate With damp blubber.

Pluck the mournful strings, Belly-high.

Drag up guilt for things Not said; not done; Not forgiven.

I pilfer memories.

And energy.

I cause friends To keep distant, To stammer, To grow impatient.

I haunt with faces, Gestures, music, Abandoned wardrobe.

I roar At the phrase "Snap out of it."

Cause men to doubt Their manhood.

Cause women to remember Apron strings, rockers And first school-days.

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Bring on mistakes, Inefficiencies.

I slander God And His kind.

(For a time.)

I tax prayer Beyond itself.

But I also clean The inner residues; Flush out the vitriol; Relieve the inexplicable; Distill humble servant-spirit; Develop new-found audacities, Currencies, compassions.

Evoke the dark night, That joy might Come in the morning.

I am Grief.

HOW COULD A GOD OF LOVE?

Tell me, could a God of love Bring war upon the earth?

Or grip a life in cancer’s curse, Or maim a child at birth?

Tell me, could a God of peace Delight in streets of crime?

Or shackle once-whole lives to drugs, Or prostitute youth’s prime?

Tell me, could a God so wise Take pride in filthy air?

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Or look with joy on wasted streams, Or wildlife, once so fair?

Tell me, could a God so just Let guns control the realm?

And how could hunger waste the weak, With justice at the helm?

I’ll tell you, friend, please take The time to study in your Bible, To see that God is not at fault, But Satan, our arch-rival.

For once the whole creation bloomed When Man first got his lease; Full-binding through God’s spoken word For love and health and peace.

But then pride’s fallen cherub came To make his subtle play.

And pledging Adam power and fame, He snatched the lease away!

Prince of this world, an enemy?

Most certainly he is.

But victory through Christ has come.

Repent and become His. For time is counting out the age, And soon the lease will end.

Then God through Christ redeems the earth.

On this you can depend.

How easily you bite the fruit, And doubt our loving Lord; And think that He designs it all, While Satan goes ignored.

To hoodwink troubled souls to Hell.

The fiend whose major force Is subtlety in fears and lies, 9

To block you from Love’s Source.

2 CORINTHIANS 4: 3, 4 But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost: In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

DON’T WASTE YOUR SORROWS

Years ago I was given a copy of a book by this title. The donor, Bob was a friend who taught a class of special needs children. He was aware that Hilary and I were going through difficulties and he wanted to encourage us with honest insight on the purposes of suffering.

The author Paul Billheimer had enjoyed a vibrant ministry together with his wife until a serious heart attack put him on his back with little or no chance of returning to his beloved vocation. The Billheimers stayed close to the promises of God regarding healing and submitted to extensive treatment. The sense of hopelessness passed with the increasing realization of God's presence and love. Paul was returned to activity as counsel for the TBN Network (Paul and Jan Crouch).

The testing and victory led to the above-mentioned book which is a part of a trilogy of titles (Purposes in prayer; purposes in suffering; priority of love). I strongly recommend

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this writer.

He suggests that the greatest Sufferer of all is God who is so grossly misunderstood and maligned by the greater number of people. He is sovereign however, and His plans will succeed. He desires to partner with faithful children who are learning progressively to understand His nature and to walk in His ways. He wishes to accomplish His will in response to faithful prayer. Indeed, John Wesley went so far as to say that God will do nothing on this planet except in response to prayers and supplications from His children. We have a huge job to do in the way of intercession and we are told repeatedly in the New Testament that we are to PRAY - for friends, ministers, persons in authority, the sick, the deprived, the lonely, the wayward.

But how are such prayers to be offered with fervency? The answer is Christ-like compassion. How is that compassion to come? Identification with the real facts and issues and challenges behind the case. How is that identification to come?

SUFFERING. Therefore one must not "waste" his sorrows, through fretting, self-pity, anger or despondency. Look for the opportunities. Gain the audacity and the resource. Grow in Christ. Allow the greatness of His suffering and ultimate victory to chisel away at the size of your portion of gloom.

And whatever the circumstances there is always cause to rejoice in the Lord (Philippians 4:4)and one's inevitable inheritance by faith.

Someone needs to hear this today. Someone needs to know that there is a precious currency and partnership in suffering.

CHAPLAINCY TO WHOMEVER

Visit them. Share in the predicament. Exhort. Pray. Look them square in the face. Name their name. Smile. Wish them God's blessing. Promise to come back.

I am reminded of an excellent book by Henri Nouwen. It was entitled The Wounded Healer. In it he wrote of a young candidate for the priesthood who had taken to visiting

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regularly one chronically ill patient in hospital. The day came when it became clear that a very serious surgery was necessary, one with small percentages of success. The student, very shy and very vulnerable in his service, struggled with what to say, how to encourage in the ordeal.

Finally at the tail end of his visit and with the procedure just hours away, he blurted out, "Harry I can give no guarantees. I have no surefire solution to offer. I only know that we have prayed; that God is good all the time; that I will see you after this is over. Keep looking up."

And according to Nouwen that was all that needed to be said; should be said about the providences of God. It had to come from one who was not self-assured, not smug about the conditions of this fallen place, but triumphantly gambling on God. A wounded healer.

This is one of our fundamental needs in society; that a caring one will always be there waiting, anticipating the gladsome reunion. It applies to tomorrow morning, the end of the school term, the work assignment abroad, the wandering into sin, the sojourn in jail or in hospital, the entrance into Glory. Love watches and waits and welcomes.

PEACE AS TAUGHT BY THE NEEDY

In his book Seeds of Hope (edited by Robert Durback) Henri Nouwen describes conditions of his residency at "Daybreak" care facility near Toronto (@1987). There his primary focus of attention was "Adam" a seriously handicapped resident, and a thoroughly needy man who brought intense meaning to such concepts as humility, patience and thankfulness: “Adam is the most broken of us all, but without any doubt the strongest bond among us all. Because of Adam there is always someone home, because of Adam there is a quiet rhythm in the house, because of Adam there are moments of silence and quiet, because of Adam there are always words of affection, gentleness, and tenderness, because of Adam there is patience and endurance, because of Adam there are smiles and tears visible to all, because of Adam there is always space for mutual forgiving and healing...yes, because of Adam there is peace among us. How otherwise could people 12

from such different nationalities and cultures, people with such different characters and with such a variety of handicaps, whether mental or not, live together in peace? Adam truly calls us together around him and molds this motley group of strangers into a family. Adam, the weakest among us, is our true peacemaker. How mysterious are God's ways: "God chose those who by human standards are fools to shame the wise; he chose those who by human standards are weak to shame the strong, those who by human standards are common and contemptible-indeed who count for nothing-to reduce to nothing all those who do count for something, so that no human being might feel boastful before God" (1 Cor. 1:27-30 author paraphrase). Adam gives flesh to those words of Paul. He teaches me the true mystery of community. ...Thus as you see, Adam is gradually teaching me something about peace that is not of this world. It is a peace not constructed by tough competition, hard thinking, and individual stardom, but rooted in simply being present to each other, a peace that speaks about the first love of God by which we are all held and a peace that keeps calling us to community, a fellowship of the weak. Adam has never said a word to me. He will never do so. But every night as I put him to bed I say thank you to him. How much closer can one come to the Word that became flesh and dwells among us?�

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ONE DEAD DUCK

Our children will never forget it. One of our frequent walks through the old neighbourhood to the university campus. A property on Keatsway Drive had a beautiful pond which often hosted the local ducks. Occasionally one would see traffic stopped as a parade of our waddling feathered friends walked across.

On this particular day one car did not stop and a male mallard was the casualty. Pinned on the road and rolling slightly over on the right shoulder and wing, this poor bird could not regain its feet. It rolled its neck and head left and up toward the sky, attempted to activate its wings, and died. Young children cried. One of their first encounters with death.

Poor duck. Made to swim, fly, grow, court, breed, feed, mate, brood, protect, argue, gossip and expire with one last upward look. Sound familiar? Have many lives not followed such a course? Hoping for nothing beyond? Placing no trust in the God Who creates, redeems, sustains, resurrects and glorifies.

Sad picture offered in most of today's schools, in most of the media, in most of the halls of scientific pursuit. Supposedly "enlightened".

Thankfully the human spirit chafes at such imprisonment and hopelessness. Refuses to stop searching for Cause and Purpose, Righteousness and Keeping Care, Legacy and Destination.

ALMOST HOME

A Wednesday afternoon. Keith ran the stairs two at a time to the fourth floor. He knew

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the service door push-button combination. No time for the elevator. Stewart and Krista were already there and Nurse Katie, senior woman in George Cromarty's wing. There was evidence that the Doctor had just left.

"Hi guys, when did it happen?"

Stewart turned slowly from his uncle, "About 9:45. Katie was the first one to know."

The nurse put her hand on Keith's shoulder. "He had had a good breakfast. Shared some laughter with one of the newer residents. A volunteer wheeled him back and all seemed OK. I got a ring at the desk an hour later. He was all smiles. Told me that we hadn't had our mid-week "chin-wag". Told me a bit about what is going on at the Church, Keith.

Then he reached over to the side table for his Bible and handed it to me. Asked me to open it where the paper clip was, and to start reading at the 6th verse through the 19th.

There, Stewart the Book is right beside you. It was Psalm 34, I think. 'Scuse me, I'm not quite up on these things any more. The stroke musta' been within the half hour after I left."

Stewart took the Bible, faced his uncle again, tried to focus on the one moist eye still where it was supposed to be, and read to the silent Scot: 6This poor man cried, and the LORD heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.

7The angel of the LORD encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them.

8O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.

9O fear the LORD, ye his saints: for there is no want to them that fear him.

10The young lions do lack, and suffer hunger: but they that seek the LORD shall not want any good thing.

11Come, ye children, hearken unto me: I will teach you the fear of the LORD. 12What man is he that desireth life, and loveth many days, that he may see good?

13Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.

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14Depart from evil, and do good; seek peace, and pursue it.

15The eyes of the LORD are upon the righteous, and his ears are open unto their cry.

16The face of the LORD is against them that do evil, to cut off the remembrance of them from the earth.

17The righteous cry, and the LORD heareth, and delivereth them out of all their troubles.

18The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.

19Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all.

Krista was holding George's good hand. He slowly withdrew it and displayed his first two fingers. Krista looked puzzled, "Two, the number two. Do you want us to continue with the second Psalm George?"

A queer acknowledging smile was made by the good side of the face. Things continued in this fashion for another ten minutes and then the old boy's eyes closed in sleep, one at a time. Others in the room huddled closer, and hugged silently.

Katie had remained throughout like a loving sentinel. No one had called for her over the P.A.

HAVE I SEEN?

Have I seen Around the corner Young mother in wheelchair Pushed by sensitive son Legs limp and thin After the accident?

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Or at the store, Frail, neatly coiffed elder Holding purchases Mere inches from the eyes Hiding her blindness?

Or young man In the one good suit, Files underarm, Seeking again today That job of promise In the wake Of broken promises?

Or single mother In the parking lot, Trying to contain Three youngsters Who cry, compete And complain?

For so long they were invisible.

But then came A Great Pain, A faltering, A disruption In schedule And in connection.

An embarrassment A helplessness A slip from the ranks All in the mercies of Providence.

And I see them now, And I feel the pulse And reach out.

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LISTEN TO THAT DRY SHOULDER

Lake* had spent considerable time "preparing the soil" at this auditorium in Pretoria. He had focused on declaration and thanksgiving rather than praise in the early part of the meeting. His spirit was quick with the expectation of God's arrival in power.

How different this night had seemed from other village engagements outside the City.

There simple faith without distraction had reached out to "touch Jesus" and had been more than amply blessed. Restored hearing. Restored eyesight. Restored sense of smell.

A stiff leg made supple and strong.

Tonight things were going to happen. He knew it. Scriptures of healing had been shared in all sincerity. Mark. Luke. James' epistle. First Peter. These were promises of Almighty God without expiry date. Lake's references to the compassion of Jesus seemed to be saturated with love and expectation.

But then he had noticed a half dozen men entering the back of the room. Smirking expressions. Furtive movements. Trouble perhaps? Probably coming from the levity of the race track down the road. But he would not stop. Not now. A silent prayer was offered in the Spirit.

Lake could see at the rear left three individuals of middle age moving forward slowly.

Much attention was being given to the woman in the middle, apparently accompanied by sister and husband. Her arms were stiffened out to the front and around as if hugging a large barrel. Lake stepped off the podium to meet them and to usher them to the platform. He was informed that the woman's shoulders had been locked for a terrible period of time. Joints, bursa unworkable.

He informed the congregation that Jesus was about to operate. He explained the extent of the poor woman's disability. "Has any one of you never heard a dry shoulder?" Lake looked directly at the men promising trouble. "You sir, come forward if you will. Put your ear by this woman's shoulder as her sister gently rotates it to the extent possible."

Many around could hear the frightening grinding noise. The racing enthusiast registered genuine dismay and even sympathy.

"Sister stand behind your loved one with your hands on her shoulders while we pray. At the end of praying release her that she might lift both arms without pain in joy and 18

thanksgiving."

And so it was accomplished. The hard casing of the meeting cracked open. Hearts were softened. Glory came down. (*John G. Lake)

A STUDY IN HEALING BY FAITH

Healing Scriptures Sovereignty of God – Romans 9: 15, 16 “I will have mercy…”

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Loving-kindness of God: Study Psalm 107 Is it all of His mercy?

Can we stand upon covenant? (unilateral) The Basic Bunch: Exodus 15: 26 Numbers 21: 7-9 (the brazen serpent) Psalm 103: 3, 4 (who forgiveth all thine iniquities, who healeth all thy diseases) Psalm 107: 17-20 (sent His word and healed them) Isaiah 53: 4, 5 (are healed) Isaiah 58: 11 Psalm 1: 2, 3 Malachi 4: 1, 2 (healing in his wings) Matthew 8: 16, 17 (that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of Isaias…)

Mark 2: 9 (‘as easy to say heal as to say sins are forgiven...’)

Mark 16: 17, 18 (lay hands on the sick) 1 Corinthians 12: 8-11 (gift of healing) Galatians 3: 13, 14 (blessings of Abraham) James 5: 14-16 (elders anointing and prayer of faith) 1 Peter 2: 23, 24 (were healed) Deuteronomy 28: 1-14 (blessings of Abraham) How to be Appropriated?

By the faith of friends: Matthew (9: 2-6) By faith of petitioner: Matthew 9: 27-31 (2 blind men). Luke 8: 4 (woman with issue of blood) By one confessing his struggle in believing: Mark 9: 23, 24 (help thou my unbelief) By one without faith and self-pitying: John 5: 7, 8 (man at pool) How is Healing Lost?

“Sin no more lest a worse thing come upon you…” John 5: 14 Keep on asking, seeking, knocking (Matthew 7: 7) Is Healing in the Atonement?

Brazen serpent, Psalm 103: 3, 4, Psalm 67:2 (saving health), Psalm 107 (sent His word and healed them), Matthew 8: 16, 17 (that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of Isaias), 1 Peter 2: 23, 24

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COMPASSION

T.L. Osborne, missionary-evangelist tells the wonderful story of his wife Daisy after a tent meeting in the Far East.

The crowds had been dismissed after a long session of praise, preaching and personal ministry, but Daisy could not leave the tabernacle because the presence of the Lord had been so rich. She walked the rows meditating until she noticed a young mother seated with blanketed baby in arms and sobbing quietly.

When approached, the young woman could only blurt out, “She has died.” Daisy saw the limp form of the little girl and asked to take it from the woman. She began to walk around gently hugging and rocking the child, praying softly for the Father’s mercy and citing reasons why she believed that this innocent little one should be given back life.

When prayer with the understanding seemed finished, she launched into quiet prayer in the Spirit, sensing an inner leading to continue. After several minutes the baby stirred and cuddled closer for warmth.

Daisy returned the child to her mother, whereupon the woman let out an exhausted, breathy scream. “What was wrong?” “Oh, woman of God, assuredly my baby lives! But my baby was blind. This one sees!”

Here we have it! An example of the Lord doing “exceedingly abundantly above all that we might ask or think.” This marvelous grace had been preceded by compassion, submission, courtesy, some uncertainty and the absolute acknowledgment that only God could work.

By comparison, how brazen, insensitive and man-honouring some of our so-called revival or renewal meetings appear.

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CHURCH MILITANT

You have sensed it before. The stiffening of a group of people as you came forward to enter into their conversation. The glassy looks on the faces as you offered some comment of good will or humour. The unspoken sense that you really had no part in them or in what was happening. The common topics of community, sports, weather, neighbourhood happenings appearing somehow off-limits to you. The expectation that you would move on elsewhere.

This is rejection, plain and simple. A putting off of your statement. What statement?

Perhaps you have said nothing. But in the past your actions, omissions and expressions of face have spoken volumes to these people. You are a Christian, and a zealous one.

The word has gotten around, making others uncomfortable. Old evangelists such as Finney used to talk of how one's presence ought to evoke a sense of "present duty felt".

It wasn't spelled out this way at Church. Supposedly you held the pearl of great price, and by your "loveliness" could charm people into the Kingdom of Heaven. But you now discover the cool response and the rolling eye. Don't be surprised; you are part of the Church Militant and you are still living in an age of the humiliation of Christ.

Be encouraged. The word of scripture is full of assurances for you and the spirit of glory rests upon you in your humiliation. The Church Triumphant is still something for the future, when the whole planet will be covered with the knowledge of the Lord and the joy of His administration.

Listen to Peter the Apostle: 1 Peter 4: 12Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you: 13But rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ's sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy.

14If ye be reproached for the name of Christ, happy are ye; for the spirit of glory and of God resteth upon you: on their part he is evil spoken of, but on your part he is glorified.

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In Luke chapter 14 Jesus spoke of the wisdom of fully counting the cost of entering into His service. He drew the parallel of an army commander preparing for battle and a builder preparing for a construction project. This is what the Church elicits - a battle and a building. Jesus did not say that we had to have the resources within us. He simply admonished that we be sincere and prepared to offer up all that we had. It resembles the story of the little lad offering his lunch of fives loaves and two fishes, and the miraculous picnic resulting for the audience of five thousand and more!

Perhaps this posting is stern, but it is honest. We are to be salt and light. We are to 'take with us words of redeeming effect.

I have experienced a portion of rejection today, and am trying my best to re-group, and to think it not strange.

A BEZALEEL ANOINTING

1And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, 2See, I have called by name Bezaleel the son of Uri, the son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah: 3And I have filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom, and in understanding, and in knowledge, and in all manner of workmanship, 23

4To devise cunning works, to work in gold, and in silver, and in brass, 5And in cutting of stones, to set them, and in carving of timber, to work in all manner of workmanship.

6And I, behold, I have given with him Aholiab, the son of Ahisamach, of the tribe of Dan: and in the hearts of all that are wise hearted I have put wisdom, that they may make all that I have commanded thee; 7The tabernacle of the congregation, and the ark of the testimony, and the mercy seat that is thereupon, and all the furniture of the tabernacle, I needed to hear this message. Law business collapsed. Indelicate move to a new community. Young family. No cash. No unemployment benefits. No connections. Hilary committed to home school for Lauren. Frustrating job search. But then an opportunity came in building construction. Building construction, for me? I drove out to the job site.

A middle-sized strip plaza mall.

The foreman sensed my desperation. He took a look at my size and earnestness and concluded that I was worth a risk. "Come back tomorrow. Seven sharp. Bring steel-toed boots and a hard hat. We'll try you out on general labour for a while."

Thus began the blue collar way for Doug, and just in the nick of time. New skills would come. A new hardiness to face the elements. A new alertness to the presence of hazards.

Machinery everywhere. Concrete pours. Re-bar. Various sub-trades trying to do their gruff dance of coordination on the site.

And there was another job with this company. Seven stories up in a condominium in downtown Kitchener.

But Hilary and I were armed with a most effective weapon. Encouragement. And a specific word from the Lord.

Three months or so earlier (1987), Bram and Alice, friends from our old way of life, had given us a cassette tape with a message from a conference in Bradenton Florida. I forget the speaker's name, but I remember his clear, low, articulate voice, almost having a Caribbean lilt to it.

He was speaking about the Bezaleel anointing and the understanding, knowledge and workmanship which God had given to certain men in order to help Moses build the 24

Tabernacle. The gist was that when God commands an activity, he also prepares, strengthens and equips. Hilary and I kept reminding each other of this. Through the job. and a strange variety of others which came in rapid succession over the next thirty months.

There is something else to tell about the gifted message. As we listened, we could hear not only the speaker, but also a back-drop of church bells playing beautiful old hymns.

At first we imagined that there was a chapel nearby on the campgrounds. But the ringing persisted through the entire message. That seemed unusual. Perhaps in the rapid-fire copying of the cassette, the sermon had been dubbed over another soundtrack?

Or perhaps the bell music had no natural origin? Now that was an interesting thought!

Whatever the cause, that message and its "heavenly accompaniment" became pivotal in my struggle toward new vocations. Bezaleel...Doug (minus a briefcase, but wearing a tool belt.)

BABY’S COLIC

He’s up again, And crying for some cause Best known to him.

His mother needs more rest.

So, it’s my turn.

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And with him now Some midnight oil will burn.

It’s such a mess: My business gone to pot.

And awkward friends Would rather stare.

“A lawyer in a stew.”

Some of them care.

A sharp young lawyer? Not. The baby came.

And even in this squeeze There is some joy.

A bright-eyed little boy His sister takes in hand.

Yet times are rough.

It’s hard to understand.

We cuddle now.

And in the tattered sofa Find some peace.

No longer squirming for release.

His eyes fast shut.

Like some pink toy.

I’d never harm the boy.

Alone, I lounge To cadence of a clock.

But not alone.

Inside I hear Him talk.

The Holy One, Assuring me 'I’d never harm you, Son.'

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OPTIONS FOR OLD EARS, ANY EARS

He had said something to the effect that you can't take it with you. All the praises of those in your circle will one day amount to nothing. He read a disturbing portion of Psalm 49, and then smiled and stared at the seniors gathered in the retirement chapel.

Some were alone. Some had a spouse or friend. Some in wheelchairs.

The next thing that they heard was a portion of a song. He presented it in a passable baritone: "Surely...Surely...He hath borne our grief...Surely...Surely...He hath borne our grief...He hath borne our grief and carried all our sorrows...Surely He hath borne our grief and carried all our sorrows."

That was familiar. That was Handel. The Messiah. Yeah, that's right.

The speaker continued, "That is the Good News, folks, for the taking. This is Easter Morning. The resurrection of Jesus Christ is fact in history. He has come through death and the worst that men and the devil could throw at him, and he will never again die.

The established fact assures that this is God's appointed Servant-Messiah, the one who would defeat wickedness and death, and make things right. God assures a similar Exodus to those who trust His Son. Did I say Exodus? That's the Old Book isn't it, and Moses, or was it Charlton Heston, and the little lamb's blood over the door frame. Death escaped. Slavery ended. A new identity. A beautiful promised land to come. That's the story of the Jewish Passover. But then a verse in our New Testament says, "Christ our passover is sacrificed for us".

Another innocent victim. Another blood-letting. Another mystical transaction called forth by God's say-so.

Jesus brings His very active ministry to a close. He allows Himself to become passive.

Cruel ignorant men apply the manacles. Drag Him to several mock courts. Flay his back into a furrowed and bloody mass. Nail Him to a cross of shame. Gamble, laughing, for His only possessions. Watch Him die. This is His Passion. He doesn't do much. He doesn't say much. He simply obeys the eternal plan of the Father.

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content: 1. Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.

2. Verily I say unto thee, Today shalt thou be with me in paradise.

3. Woman, behold thy son...Behold thy mother.

4. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?

5. I thirst.

6. It is finished.

7. Into Thy hands I commend my spirit."

There was a pause between each statement. The room was quiet.

"Listen dear friends, listen to the words. Look upon the suffering. Know that He will never again endure the sting of death. Take now His obedience and suffering to your credit. God has said that it is possible. Indescribable eternal life is being offered. If this is coming to you right now in a new light, simply accept the offer. The Passover. The Christ. Rejoice evermore.

May it never be said, The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved."

(Jeremiah 9:20) A songstress with lyrical voice and earnest heart concluded the service.

One of the men, a paraplegic, spoke out with a large breath preceding almost every word, wide eyes slightly out of kilter, "I love bolth... I love 'em bolth... I love Gawd. And I love DJesussss."

A Holy Presence was tangible.

Well said, Sir.

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GOOD CHASTENING

4-11In this all-out match against sin, others have suffered far worse than you, to say nothing of what Jesus went through—all that bloodshed! So don't feel sorry for yourselves. Or have you forgotten how good parents treat children, and that God regards you as his children?

My dear child, don't shrug off God's discipline, but don't be crushed by it either.

It's the child he loves that he disciplines; the child he embraces, he also corrects.

God is educating you; that's why you must never drop out. He's treating you as dear children. This trouble you're in isn't punishment; it's training, the normal experience of children. Only irresponsible parents leave children to fend for themselves. Would you prefer an irresponsible God? We respect our own parents for training and not spoiling us, so why not embrace God's training so we can truly live? While we were children, our parents did what seemed best to them. But God is doing what is best for us, training us to live God's holy best. At the time, discipline isn't much fun. It always feels like it's going against the grain. Later, of course, it pays off handsomely, for it's the welltrained who find themselves mature in their relationship with God. (Taken from Hebrews 12 in The Message) We must get it into our thick skulls that the periodic tests are working out into trust, confidence, experience, character and a certain knowing of God's voice. The pain comes with the bout of sickness, the disfavour of the supervisor at work, the unanticipated expense, the good intentions totally misunderstood, the rebellion in one's children, the plumbing breakdown in the basement. The list of challenges is endless.

And there is the Accuser leaning over your shoulder and suggesting that 'you really must have disappointed God for all this to be happening'. But it is not punishment. It is training. (Unless of course the Holy Spirit has been banging on your door about some area of persistent sin.)

Remember all the wonderful promises given to the Seven Churches in the early chapters of the Revelation. They are promises to "him that overcometh". They are not promises to "him that breezeth through".

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LITTLE LETTER WITH PUNCH

From Paul in a Roman prison to Philemon, wealthy householder at Colossae. Not much to look at, if size matters. One chapter. Twenty-five verses. Very personal in nature.

Recalling a former time when Paul introduced the Gospel to that household.

But something very unusual has developed. Paul has been ministered to in custody by a young man recently arrived in Rome named Onesimus.The name translates "useful".

There was a time when the younger had proved useful to Philemon as a slave of his household. But then a theft. A flight to freedom and Rome. An introduction to Paul and a life of new hope in the Gospel.

Over time Paul comes to realize the wrongdoing of his new friend. He insists that the old score must be settled. But this slave faces very dangerous prospects. The law of the Empire would allow the master to kill the thief, or cut off his hand, or allow him back into service.

What will be the decision now in light of the common bond of Christian faith between master and slave? Paul applies some of his most persuasive words to tip the scale in favour of mercy.

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Philemon accepts the challenge, leaving for Colossae, and carrying what amounts to his own letter of emancipation. Consider the thrilling words: 15For perhaps he therefore departed for a season, that thou shouldest receive him for ever; 16Not now as a servant, but above a servant, a brother beloved, specially to me, but how much more unto thee, both in the flesh, and in the Lord?

17If thou count me therefore a partner, receive him as myself.

18If he hath wronged thee, or oweth thee ought, put that on mine account; Does not each believer have a similar assurance through Christ? Based upon His own sinless credit He intercedes with the Heavenly Father for our transgressions. He makes the same request as is found in the 17th and 18th verses. Trusting in this plea, we are freed from the bondage and guilt of our sins. Where restitution or apologies are necessary, we comply, and move forward in joyful release.

Good letter isn't it? Punchy.

EMANCIPATION

Psalm 130:6 (King James Version) 6My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.

In Spurgeon's Commentary on this Psalm in "The Treasury of David" I found an interesting story.

At the end of the American Civil War on the day before implementation of Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation, a black community in the South had a unique idea. They would spend the night awake and in prayer, song and discussion, waiting for the sun-rise.

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They would watch for the early light of freedom. Darkness reminded them of generations of oppression, humiliation, taskmasters, destruction of families, ignorance, terrifying flights northward and stolen moments under the stars in worship. The new light would show them standing independent with choices and chances and a future path of advancement worth the struggle.

The Psalmist speaks of waiting for the deliverance of a Rescuer who brings forgiveness, mercy and plenteous redemption. We know this to be Jesus. He alone can settle the accounts, release from the shackles of sin and bring in a new world "wherein dwelleth righteousness".

Do we look for His appearing? In the meantime, do we occupy? Where lies the balance between anticipation and accomplishment? These days the prophecy teachers push us to the brink in a course of study which will never be reliable this side of Glory. Fear does not legitimately increase the Gospel family. Love and noble sacrificial service will. Let us focus our study on the attributes of our Rescuer and His rallying call to help others. In this fashion confidence comes to make the voyage.

Jesus told the parable of the wise steward occupying in the service of the absent Master: Luke 12: 39-44 39-40"You know that if the house owner had known what night the burglar was coming, he wouldn't have stayed out late and left the place unlocked. So don't you be slovenly and careless. Just when you don't expect him, the Son of Man will show up."

41Peter said, "Master, are you telling this story just for us? Or is it for everybody?"

42-46The Master said, "Let me ask you: Who is the dependable manager, full of common sense, that the master puts in charge of his staff to feed them well and on time? He is a blessed man if when the master shows up he's doing his job. (The Message)

REDEMPTION’S SPRING

Lion follows prey And life is choked away.

Jackals skulk around 32

For morsels on the ground.

Vultures leave the skies, And then the dust and flies.

All is tooth and claw.

Has Paradise this flaw?

Storm clouds hover low.

Their darkening shadows grow.

Thunder roars its ire, Along with flash and fire.

Summer skies are rent.

The tempest’s rage is spent.

Countryside defaced.

Has Paradise this waste?

Battle dust has cleared, And men lie slashed and speared.

Flags dropped in the mire.

Encampments scorched with fire.

Fields once green are red.

Where youth has burst and bled.

Women hope and wait.

Has Paradise this hate?

The whole Creation groans And Waster’s work bemoans; Travailing much in prayer.

Did Heaven really err?

Or is the Man to blame For sickness, death and pain?

Has Adam done his worst?

Has Paradise his curse?

Hold on, brave earth today.

For scriptures do portray Your ravaged globe restored, By our returning Lord; Who comes with saints revealed, Their bodies whole and healed, To give Redemption’s Spring, And Paradise, her King!

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PSALM 98: 7, 8, 9 Let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. Let the floods clap their hands; let the hills be joyful together Before the Lord; for he cometh to judge the earth: with righteousness shall he judge the world, and the people with equity.

BLIND WARRIOR OF RAIATEA

My journey in the library stacks today yielded a book by John Williams entitled "A Narrative of Missionary Enterprises in the South Sea Islands" (John Snow, Publisher, London, 1838) In Journal fashion the martyr herald of the London Missionary Society retells some of his trials and victories among the native people of French Polynesia.

The elderly blind man "Me" loved to hear stories of the merciful, miracle-working Jesus.

He always had time and compassion for the bruised, estranged ones along the pathways of the Holy Land. Me would ask friends for many accounts of the Gospel tale and of the preacher's messages. Without much hesitation he became a Christian.

This brought new joy to his tireless working of a field and occasional care of the little ones. But the day came when he was stricken with serious illness and bed-ridden. Others ravaged the crops of his field. Social custom suggested that this "useless one" be eliminated or starved.

Williams found his friend in this pathetic condition and wondered why other recent converts had not fed or nursed Me. The old man's response was that he dare not beg for help. Better to go hungry than to embarrass and hinder the recent inroads of the Good News.

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considerable height, I lost my hold and fell to the bottom. Exhausted with perplexity and fatigue, I went to a distance and sat down to weep, and while weeping, I saw a drop of blood fall upon that mountain and in a moment it was dissolved...That mountain was my sins, and the drop which fell upon it was one drop of the precious blood of Jesus, by which the mountain of my guilt must be melted away."

Williams promised to return with food and medicine, which the old man agreed to accept. But he was quick to add that he was not looking for recovery but rather to depart and to be with the Lord, which was far better.

INHERITANCE

It’s the joy of our sins all forgiven.

It’s the peace of the Lord’s resumed smile.

It’s the hope of new tasks in the Kingdom.

It’s the hush of His presence a while.

It’s the promise of kin never parting.

It’s the safety of homes filled with grace.

It’s the dignity love gives the lowly.

It’s the Body where each has his place.

It’s the troop of a marvelous Captain.

It’s the news of a battle well won.

It’s the end of all fretful endeavour.

It’s a right-standing now in God’s Son. It’s the certainty His Word is faithful.

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It’s the relish in simplest of prayer.

It’s the blazing of light at life’s passing.

It’s the knowing our Christ will be there.

PSALM 37 (FRET NOT)

23The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.

24Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.

25I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.

26He is ever merciful, and lendeth; and his seed is blessed.

27Depart from evil, and do good; and dwell for evermore.

28For the LORD loveth judgment, and forsaketh not his saints; they are preserved for ever: but the seed of the wicked shall be cut off.

29The righteous shall inherit the land, and dwell therein for ever.

30The mouth of the righteous speaketh wisdom, and his tongue talketh of judgment.

31The law of his God is in his heart; none of his steps shall slide.

32The wicked watcheth the righteous, and seeketh to slay him.

33The LORD will not leave him in his hand, nor condemn him when he is judged.

34Wait on the LORD, and keep his way, and he shall exalt thee to inherit the land: when the wicked are cut off, thou shalt see it.

35I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree.

36Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not: yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.

37Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright: for the end of that man is peace.

38But the transgressors shall be destroyed together: the end of the wicked shall be cut off.

39But the salvation of the righteous is of the LORD: he is their strength in the time of trouble.

40And the LORD shall help them, and deliver them: he shall deliver them from the wicked, and save them, because they trust in him.

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