Archive for January, 2010

I Just Want To Make It Home

Tuesday, January 12th, 2010

Here’s some more poetry from my friend E. Toni Doswell. I can only say, by God’s grace, ME TOO!

I Just Want To Make It Home

I’m tired, been on this journey a long, long, time.
I just want to make it on Home.
I’m too far away to see the kitchen lights aglow.
But close enough to see the tiny path that leads there.
A path where many worn and torn adventurers have walked,
Bravely carrying the cross of Prince Emmanuel.

I’ve been buffeted, slapped, whipped, bruised and beaten,
But I continue on.
The prize is too great to even think about turning back.
Yes, I just want to make it Home.

This world jostles you like a wild horse on a mountain range.
No matter which way you go, it’s designed to keep you on your back.
But I hear the bells from afar ringing from the pearly gates.
And I just want to make it Home.

There’s been a lot of criticism lately— well– there always has been.
Skeptics who don’t believe that such a place exists.
They have their scientific reasons all mathematically calculated,
But somehow the batteries in their calculators are all down.
Even their pens have run out of ink and their pencils are dull.
From my calculations, it’s through the opening in the distant constellation Orion
That I see Home.

I ask you not to try to pull me back.
Don’t try to twist my arm to return back into this world of sin of deceit.
Ain’t nothing to be gained by that trick.
I got my eye on Home, and you can’t make me quit.

The gates there are pearly. The streets are gold.  The walls of precious stones and jasper do exist.
Ain’t nothing like Home.
I got a mansion there, not fashioned with the hands of men.
My Father called me to take this journey a long time ago.
I just can’t wait to see it all when I go Home.

My steps are slower now than when I first started.
My head is gray and the strands are few.
But Home is still in my head, fresh as ever.
And I’m still trudging on.

Goin to make it—- Yes!
Can’t be shaken — Yes!
Battle scarred, tired and weary — Yes!
But I’m going to make it Home.  — YES!

Written 1/12/2010

Read more of Toni’s poetry at her page at

Union With Christ; Source of Fruitfulness

Thursday, January 7th, 2010

I added a sermon to from Theodore Monod this morning that is wonderful. You may want to read it for yourself.

Here is a paragraph from his sermon:

“A friend was telling me that he has had more gladness in his ministry in three months than during the twelve previous years. How is that? Did not he know of “the rest of faith?” Yes, years ago. What then? Ah! now he knows the joy of bringing souls to the Lord, and his strength and youth are renewed. It is a great thing to have the rest of faith; but then there is the rest of obedience, the rest of service, the rest that the Saviour promises when He says: “If any man will do My will; I will manifest Myself unto him? “He that hath My commandments, and keepeth them, he it is that loveth Me, and he that loveth Me shall be loved of My Father, and I will love him, and will manifest Myself to him.” That is true rest, that is lasting rest, in unity of purpose, in unity of work with the Lord. We have first to be converted; then we have to be consecrated to God; further, we have to be consumed on the altar of sacrifice; thus shall we be conquerors, and more than conquerors, bringing others with us to Him that loved us first.”

You can find his sermon at this link: Union with Christ; Source of Fruitfulness

Should you be curious, Monod was a popular speak of the Keswick Holiness Meetings.

I also love the following poem:

On Thee My Heart Is Waiting…

On thee my heart is resting!
Ah, this is rest indeed!
What else, Almighty Saviour,
Can a poor sinner need?
Thy light is all my wisdom,
Thy love is all my stay;
Our Father’s home in glory,
Draws nearer every day.

My guilt is great, but greater
The mercy Thou dost give;
Thyself, a spotless Offering,
Hast died that I should live.
With Thee, my soul unfettered
Has risen from the dust;
They blood is all my treasure,
Thy word is all my trust.

Through me, Thou gentle Master,
Thy purposes fulfill!
I yield myself for ever
To Thy most holy will.
What though I be but weakness,
My strength is not in me;
The poorest of Thy people
Has all things, having Thee.

When clouds are darkest round me,
Thou, Lord art then most dear,
My drooping faith to quicken,
My weary soul to cheer.
Safe nestling in Thy bosom,
I gaze upon Thy face;
In vain my foes would drive me
From Thee, my hiding-place.

‘Tis Thou hast made me happy,
‘Tis Thou hast set me free;
To whom shall I give glory
For ever, but to Thee?
Of earthly love and blessing
Should every stream run dry,
Thy grace shall still be with me,
Thy grace, to live and die!

There is much on Monod at the Monod Page at

Feeling Overwhelmed?

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

What does it mean to be too busy? That is a question I often ponder and one I suspect you ponder too. Is there such a thing? When you read of Jesus going and praying through the night and appearing in the early morning hours, it is hard not to question his personal temperance. I know questioning what Jesus was doing isn’t the first thing one thinks of doing, but are there limits?

I choose not to suggest an answer, since I believe God apparently grants supernatural strength to those who are living for Him. Note the following example of Gerhard Tersteegen, the German Pietist, who was greatly used of God in his day.

Tersteegen was in ministry in the early 1700s. Though he was naturally reclusive, yet he had such a relationship with Jesus that God began sending people to him from far and near.

“For thirty years, starting at the age of 30, he remained incessantly busy doing good to others, though his own health was always delicate, and from time to time he had severe attacks of illness and of neuralgic pain. From morning to night he never had a moment to himself; the number of those who flocked to him for counsel was so great that there were frequently twenty or thirty persons waiting in his outer room for a chance to speak with him, while his meetings were always attended by as many as could crowd into the rooms of the ground floor of his little house—about four hundred people. People came to him from England, Holland, Sweden, and Switzerland; sick person would send for him, and he would pass hours or whole nights at their bedside. If he went into the neighboring country for rest, people would watch for him by the roadside and carry him off to the nearest barn, where a congregation would immediately assemble. He had an immense correspondence, and new editions of his hymns and other religious works were constantly demanded. To his quiet temperament this incessant labor and absence of solitude was most uncongenial, but he accepted it willing as his appointed task…. In all his dealings, it is recorded, he was most ‘circumspect, punctual, and practical,’ though ready to set aside his ordered plans at any call of obvious duty.” (H. E. Govan, Gerhard Tersteegen: Life and Selections)

Something tells me I need to first make sure I have an authentic relationship with Jesus, such that my work is really the work He has chosen for me, and that I have something real and personal to share—religion is more caught than taught.

What do you think?

You can learn more about Gerhard Tersteegen at the Gerhard Tersteegen Page at

Even So, Come Lord Jesus

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

I received the following poetry from a friend, on remembering those who are less fortunate. It is worth pondering. I appreciate receiving her permission to share this with others.

Even So, Come Lord Jesus

by E. Toni Doswell

I saw a young man all dressed up in the latest
His pants hung low with no belt– they call it sagging.
In his mouth a long protruding cigarette dangled.
He waddled down the street as best he could,
Occasionally reaching down to pull up his pants.
On his face there was also a sag.
He had been down to the unemployment office 50 times,
And still no one seemed to want to hire him.
He was strong.  He was willing to work.
But no one wanted him when they saw his sagging pants.
They wondered if he had a sagging attitude, too.
He was not alone.  A whole host of others sat at his table of affairs.
It’s too bad that we, the society, cannot understand.
Jesus loves him just as much as he does us, and pities him even more.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus!

And then, not far down the street my eye noticed an older woman.
She was huddled beneath a blanket under a staircase
Where she thought she could hide and get a good night’s sleep.
The shelter where she stayed for 30 days had just evicted her.
They had to make room for others, and so….
She returned back on the streets.  At least no one could evict her
From under the stairs where she as able to cuddle and huddle.
Her family, her children, had all abandoned her.
Her children, with their selfish whims and high minds thought
“Out of sight—out of mind!”  Not remembering that it was she who had
Changed their diapers, sacrificed, and done the best she could by them.
Now, that they had “arrived,” they went their selfish ways.
Just waiting for her to die—and just go away.
But the Heavenly Father knew, and gave them their wish.  He sent an angel to her side.
As the cold wind whipped into her face for the last time
He cuddled her in His bosom and took her away to rest.  Her toils had ended.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus!

I look at the children who are being born into the world.
Some are born into homes where they will grow and bloom progressively.
Others are born into homes where they will be stunted for life.
The “village helps raise the child,” but some people in the village never grew up
So what do you expect from the children, but the same old ways?
Children are our future.  They will one day rule.
But it seems so many parents want to keep the discipline out of the picture,
Thus, they participate in raising a fool.
The child begins to rule them, and they refuse to raise their hand.
They call it “corporal punishment.”  Parents are scared to go to jail
and so they cannot take a stand.
However, they are called to “take the stand” when their child goes to jail.
Then they wish they had disciplined him or her to save them from the hell
They will have to face in prisons and jail.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus!

There are many saintly people who, too, are missing the mark.
They attend church all week long and look the part.
They are called “Sister,” “Brother,” “Deacon,” Reverend,” “Pastor” and Friend.”
They are so busy going to church, sometimes they even leave their children at home for themselves to fend.
Some take their children and stay all day and all night long.
They sing and pray and have “lock-ins” until their voices can’t even sing a song.
They think that is religion, and maybe it is so.
But what about the teeming multitudes to which Jesus would have them to go?
Even so, come, Lord Jesus!

The newspapers and cable networks blare out the social disgraces of the famous who
have yielded to temptation once or many times.
Reporters surround these poor victims seeking to take a picture of them and point out their crimes.
Society begins to judge them and remove them from off their pedestals.
The people who were friendly to them in the time of plenty begin to act like they have a plague.
The famous begin to see they are but human, too.
And the things they thought could be hidden from human eyes,
come out of the closets to haunt them as their money in the bank dwindles down into their lawyers’ bank accounts, and they begin to assess what really counts—money, friends, fans, or family ties.
What really counts is how God sees us in our walks of life.
Power, pleasures, wealth or fame are just icing on the cake as we strive.
Jesus has it all, and He chose to stoop down low.
To save lost humanity who didn’t know where to go.
He’s coming back to take his jewels, not heroes and idols, home.
There, we’ll reign forever in the Heavenly home as priests and kings.
What a day of rejoicing as we open our mouths to praise Him, shout, and sing!
Even so, come, Lord Jesus!

Humans are like plants—here today, and gone tomorrow.
They feel important at times because people applaud them.
They want fame, wealth, fortune and “stuff.”
And never seem to have enough.
But one day they realize that none of these things mean anything.
God, their Creator, was just smiling down on them and gave them their season.
Soon they realize that love is the greatest thing on earth.
And Jesus always held it out to them.
Though, in their blindness they could only see the “stuff.”
But now they realize His blessings never fade,
And the Eternal One is the One who gave.
His Only Begotten Son so that they would have a never fading prize,
Eternal Life and a place in Heaven, and the privilege to see Him face to face, and walk by His side.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus!

This message would be amiss if I did not mention my mother and brother and other loved ones who died.
I still miss them, however, within my memory and heart they still abide.
There are fathers, husbands, wives, daughters, sons, sisters, aunts, uncles, grandparents, neighbors and friends whose time came.
And although Jesus, in mercy, knew we would never be the same.
Gave us grace to live, and keep on going, because He’s Our Unfailing Friend.
He took their places in our lives—He’s Our Mother, Father, Spouse, Son, Daughter, Brother, Sister,
Brother, Aunt, Grandmother, Grandfather, Neighbor and Friend until the end.
“There just ain’t nobody like Jesus!” the old woman from the South shouted out.
No, there isn’t anybody like Jesus—that is true without a doubt.
And Jesus will come and make all things new and rectify the wrongs.
That is why the redeemed of the ages, from every nation, will be able to sing a brand new song:
“Worthy, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain, to receive Honor and  Glory and Power Forevermore!”
Even so….come, Lord Jesus!—Written 12/19/09

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