<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:32:08.454-06:00</updated><category term='Ozark'/><category term='Summerville HS'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Grieving'/><category term='Confession'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='Ray Humphries'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Earthquakes'/><category term='High School Reunions'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Ider'/><category term='Sister Snell'/><category term='America'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='Joe Paterno'/><category term='Annie Elliott'/><category term='Charlie Boddy'/><category term='Matt Elliott'/><category term='Sister Jones'/><category term='Skylar Norton'/><category term='Sarah S. 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Cochran'/><category term='Mothers'/><category term='Jr.'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Death of a Child'/><category term='Pearl Harbor'/><category term='Alabama Christian College'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Helen Gray'/><category term='Elba'/><category term='Choices'/><category term='Death'/><title type='text'>Early Morning Meditations</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-2059114632289652108</id><published>2012-02-10T13:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:16:01.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honeybee and The Buzzard</title><content type='html'>Surely we all have  some knowledge regarding this insect and this fowl. Both have  been placed here on this earth for different purposes  as designed by the Creator, God Almighty.  While their functions  are vital, they are radical in contrast.  The buzzard is rather  despised by the human family.  We esteem this bird as being  unsightly in appearance and undesirable because of its work, the  devouring of dead&lt;br /&gt;carcasses.  Yet, in the balance of nature,  this scavenger has a rightful place in our environment.  The  honeybee, on the other hand, is well thought of and respected.   While we dislike the sting of such a small insect, we do  appreciate the delicious honey that it makes for us.  The bee  can be seen visiting the beautiful flowers and various blooms in  the vegetative kingdom.  No wonder the honey that this bee makes  is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wasgZZa53CQ/TzVsjurflII/AAAAAAAAAxg/5G9DIZPm2fU/s1600/imagesCASVV98P.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wasgZZa53CQ/TzVsjurflII/AAAAAAAAAxg/5G9DIZPm2fU/s320/imagesCASVV98P.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Strangely enough, the buzzard and  the honeybee remind us of the various attitudes and dispositions  found in different people.  First of all, some folk enjoy  dwelling on the ungodly, the gossip, the hearsay, the ugly, the  bad, the filthy, the hurtful, and the immoral. They seem to get  their kicks over telling or hearing a good piece of juicy  slander.  And, the worse it stinks, the better they like  it. This old world is filled with individuals who love  filthiness.  The Bible refers to people who &lt;em&gt;“speak folly”&lt;/em&gt; and  whose &lt;em&gt;“heart will work &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;iniquity”&lt;/em&gt; (Isaiah 32:6).  Paul writes of  the unrighteous in this manner, &lt;em&gt;“Their throat is an open  sepulchre; With their tongues they &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;have used deceit; the poison  of asps is under their lips: whose mouth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;is full of cursing and bitterness"&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 3:13, 14).  Their ultimate end is eternal  perdition, for Jesus said in Matthew 12:36, 37, &lt;em&gt;“And I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;say unto  you, that every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give  account thereof in the day of judgment.  For by thy words  thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be  condemned.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We are grateful however that there  are many Christians who love the good and the beautiful things  of life.  They think upon that which is pure, honest, just,  true, lovely, and of good report (Philippians 4:8).  They feed  upon the word of God that is &lt;em&gt;“Sweeter also than honey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the  droppings of the honeycomb”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalms 19:10).  They know  that &lt;em&gt;“pleasant words are as honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and  health to the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;bones&lt;/em&gt; (Proverbs 16:24).  They &lt;em&gt;“love life”&lt;/em&gt; and  endeavor to &lt;em&gt;“see good &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;days”&lt;/em&gt;; therefore, they &lt;em&gt;“refrain their  tongues…from evil”&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;“speak no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;guile”&lt;/em&gt; with their lips (I Peter  3:10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question therefore is, &lt;em&gt;“To be or not  to be”&lt;/em&gt;.  That is, are you soaring over dead carcasses and seeking the corrupt; or, are you feasting upon the beautiful and  the good?  Let us all ‘be’ (live) like the honeybee and not the  buzzard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkUNFJr5TmY/TzVsnguUZhI/AAAAAAAAAxo/puW2fwif4M4/s1600/imagesCA1N485S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkUNFJr5TmY/TzVsnguUZhI/AAAAAAAAAxo/puW2fwif4M4/s320/imagesCA1N485S.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-2059114632289652108?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/2059114632289652108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=2059114632289652108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2059114632289652108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2059114632289652108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2012/02/honeybee-and-buzzard.html' title='The Honeybee and The Buzzard'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wasgZZa53CQ/TzVsjurflII/AAAAAAAAAxg/5G9DIZPm2fU/s72-c/imagesCASVV98P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-737912210827553643</id><published>2011-12-12T19:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:13:07.449-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grieving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death of a Child'/><title type='text'>One of the Greatest Fears of Parents: the Death of a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrmg689CS7M/TuatXLu7XHI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/87LgZKNUudI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrmg689CS7M/TuatXLu7XHI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/87LgZKNUudI/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿I write as a father. It was on Friday night, October 2, 1987, that I received a call from a dear Christian friend of mine informing me that his teenage daughter had been killed in a car wreck. He asked me if I would go with him to Montgomery so he could identify the body of his precious child. My wife and I hurried over to his house to try to comfort him, his wife and family in their deep despair and grief in the loss of their child that had been so full of life only a few hours earlier. It was about 2:00 a.m. by the time we reached the place where his daughter was being held since she died in the car wreck. Because I knew the teenager and loved her dearly, it was hard enough for me emotionally and I just couldn’t imagine how difficult it was for this grieving father to do what he had to do. In 1973, when my younger brother, age 35, was killed in another state while crossing a four lane highway, I had to go to the local funeral home in my hometown to identify him and I knew how difficult that was for me. But, the thought of having a child to be killed and to leave this world and into eternity, surely would be one of the greatest crosses to bear in this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent days we have learned of several young people being killed in automobile accidents. One was a precious and sweet Christian teenage girl who lived in Decatur, Alabama. I read an email of sympathy and in it the individual asked “Why, God, why?” And it is not necessarily wrong to ask “Why”. We are but as little children who might ask their parents the same when they did not understand the reason the hurt they were feeling in their hearts when something bad had happened to them. I could say to you that when God created the universe He set in order certain laws like gravity. When an evil person or an innocent child falls from a 10 story building, the results will be the same. And, when two vehicles traveling at certain speeds collide, serious injuries or deaths may occur. As being able to answer all the “whys”, I cannot. It becomes most difficult to deal with when bad things happen to good people, especially fine Christian young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, in the depths of despair, asked, &lt;em&gt;“Why do You stand afar off, O Lord? Why do you hide in times of trouble”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 10:1)? Again he asked, &lt;em&gt;“How long, O Lord? Will You forget me forever? How long will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hide Your face from me? How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart daily? How long will my enemy be exalted over me? In his humanity, he asked these questions but he knew in his &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart that the God of the universe cared for him and was with him. So he expressed his inner feelings in this manner, “But I have trusted in Your mercy; My heart shall rejoice in Your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, Because He has dealt bountifully with me”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 13:5, 6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then consider Job who &lt;em&gt;“was blameless and upright and one who feared God and shunned evil”;&lt;/em&gt; and, &lt;em&gt;“was the greatest of all the people of the East.”&lt;/em&gt; God asked Satan, &lt;em&gt;“Have you considered My servant Job, that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is none like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man, one who fears God and shuns evil?”&lt;/em&gt; (Job 1:1, 3, 8). Yet he lost so much of his earthly possessions, had sores all over his body; but, to me, the greatest loss of all were the deaths of his children (Job 1:18, 19). How does a parent deal with such an overwhelming catastrophe? I am amazed that Job could have continued to live but he did. When you read the entire book you will find that Job did have questions that he presented to God but his example of endurance has given encouragement throughout the centuries to believers when tragedies strike their families and loved ones. Consider these responses of Job to his great grief: &lt;em&gt;“Then Job arose, tore his robe, and shaved his head; and he fell to the ground and worshiped. And he said: “Naked I came from my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;mother’s womb, And naked shall I return there. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; Blessed be the name of the Lord.” “But he said to her, “You speak as one of the foolish women speaks. Shall we indeed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;accept good from God, and shall we not accept adversity?”&lt;/em&gt; In all this Job did not sin with his lips.” &lt;em&gt;“But He knows the way that I take; When He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold.”&lt;/em&gt; (Job 1:20, 21; 2:10; 23:10). To me, the outstanding statement that Job made in dealing with his lack of understanding of the “whys” relating to his losses is found in chapter 13 and in verse 15: &lt;em&gt;“Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him” &lt;/em&gt;(KJV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life we may never know all the answers to the “whys” as to the trials, tribulations, disappointments, &lt;br /&gt;difficulties and deaths that occur in our lives but we can trust in Him who knows all things and can work out everything to our eternal welfare (Romans 8:28). May the following poem bless and strengthen the hearts of all parents who have lost their precious children to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's Lent Child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’ll lend you, for a little while,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A child of mine,” God said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For you to love the while he lives,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And mourn for when he’s dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may be six or seven years,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or twenty-two or three;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But will you, ‘til I call him back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care of him for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He’ll bring his charms to gladden you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, should his stay be brief,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ll have his lovely memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a solace for your grief.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot promise he will stay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since all from earth return;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there are lessons taught below&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want this child to learn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve looked the whole world over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In search for teachers true;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And from the things that crowd life’s land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have chosen you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, will you give him all your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor think the labor vain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor hate me when I come to take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This lent child back again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fancied that I heard them say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dear Lord, Thy will be done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the joys Thy child will bring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The risk of grief we’ll run.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll shelter him with tenderness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll love him while we may –&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for the happiness we’ve known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever grateful stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But should Thy Angel call for him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much sooner than we’ve planned,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And try to understand.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Author unknown (attributed to Edgar Guest)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Regardless of the status, prominence, position and power a person may have, many have proven that “all men have clay feet.” Kings, presidents, governors, senators, legislatures, mayors, yes, and even preachers have proven that all men have weaknesses and flaws in their character. How often have we heard of great leaders and influential persons who have been found guilty of acts of immorality and dishonesty and have brought shame and reproach on their families, friends and even their country. Now there is Joe Paterno, legendary football coach at Penn State University, a man whose reputation for some 60 years has permeated the world of athletics and has been known for his gentleman ways and fairness. A person we all respected and felt like it was an honor that our favorite football team could have the privilege of playing against him and his teams. How sad that his lengthy career should end in such a dishonorable fashion. But, coach Paterno, like the rest of us, has proven beyond the shadow of a doubt, that “all men have clay feet”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apostle Paul in writing to the church in Rome stated that &lt;em&gt;“There is none righteous, no, not one”:&lt;/em&gt; and, &lt;em&gt;“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God”&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 3:10, 23). Even Paul had personal problems and he had to practice self-control, lest he should bring shame to the name of Jesus Christ. Read carefully what he wrote in 1 Corinthians 9:27: &lt;em&gt;“But I discipline my body and bring it into subjection, lest when I have preached to others, I myself should become disqualified.”&lt;/em&gt; The apostle of love, John, wrote concerning the children of God: &lt;em&gt;“If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us”;&lt;/em&gt; and, &lt;em&gt;“If we say that we have not sinned; we make Him a liar, and His word is not in us”&lt;/em&gt; (1 John 1:8, 10). In short, &lt;em&gt;“all men have clay feet”.&lt;/em&gt; The only person who has lived on the earth and who did not have “clay feet” was the sinless Son of God, Jesus Christ. Oh yes, He was &lt;em&gt;“in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 4:1-11; Hebrews 4:15). Jesus Christ died on Calvary and shed His precious blood that we all could be forgiven of our sins (Ephesians 1:7; John 3:16; Hebrews 2:9). To the sinners on Pentecost who became believers in Jesus as being the Christ, the apostle Peter instructed them to &lt;em&gt;“repent, and let every one of you be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sin; and you shall receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”&lt;/em&gt; (Acts 2:36-38). And Christians who falter along life’s way and sin, we have this blessed assurance: &lt;em&gt;“But if we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin”;&lt;/em&gt; and, &lt;em&gt;“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness”&lt;/em&gt; (1 John 1:7, 9). Perfect people, we are not, but thanks be to God for His infinite grace, love and mercy, we can be forgiven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-6457101767543468420?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/6457101767543468420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=6457101767543468420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6457101767543468420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6457101767543468420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-men-have-clay-feet.html' title='&quot;All Men Have Clay Feet&quot;'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-1985541155146580264</id><published>2011-10-20T17:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:13:33.449-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grieving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avanelle Elliott Newman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>A Promise Fulfilled</title><content type='html'>My only sister and sibling remaining out of a family of six children born to Walter and Victoria Elliott, Avanelle Elliott Newman, died on&amp;nbsp;July 14, 2011 at the age of 82. She would have been 83 had she lived until November 12. Avanelle was born in Dekalb County near Elliott’s Crossroad which is located about 3 miles south of the small town of Henagar, Alabama in the year of 1928. In 1933 my parents and three children&amp;nbsp;moved to Trion, Georgia for work in the Riegel Glove Mill and Cotton Mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_udP-upGdQ/TqCdmdO4nVI/AAAAAAAAAnk/eEhSANBag2U/s1600/image0-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_udP-upGdQ/TqCdmdO4nVI/AAAAAAAAAnk/eEhSANBag2U/s320/image0-1.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Avanelle died, she learned that her term insurance had expired so there were not sufficient funds for the burial expenses. Individual Christians of the Buckingham Road church of Christ in Garland, Texas where she was a member and some relatives gave the money&amp;nbsp;needed to have her body cremated. Her daughter and only child, her three grandchildren, along with the congregation, had a memorial service for “Ninny” on Sunday, July 24. I shall always remember the compassion and love manifested toward my beloved sister by the members of the Buckingham Road congregation. After several weeks had past, I make arrangements for her remains to be sent to the Kirby Funeral Home in Henagar. On Thursday, October 6, Virginia and I drove up to Henagar and took possession of my sister’s remains. A cousin of mine, Wendell Elliott, of Rainsville, Alabama and I prepared a grave site where my sister’s remains would be buried. There was a space between the graves of our parents and our younger brother Frank who was killed in an accident at the age of 35 where my sister’s remains would eventually rest. Avanelle had always expressed a desire to be buried in the Unity Cemetery next to our parents and I promised her if it was possible, I would fulfill her wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUJvwGgbiB4/TqCeJzPUk3I/AAAAAAAAAns/lldBfizaRUM/s1600/100_1619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUJvwGgbiB4/TqCeJzPUk3I/AAAAAAAAAns/lldBfizaRUM/s400/100_1619.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the 50+ years that I have been preaching and speaking at funerals and at graveside services, I had never experienced such as this one. On a beautiful autumn Friday morning, October 9, 2011, I spoke in the presence of a few relatives and friends who had gathered in the quietness of the rural surroundings near an old church building. I spoke of Avanelle’s struggle to survive after she became a single mother with a teenage daughter to rear. The daughter earned a degree&amp;nbsp; from a university and became a nurse. When our mother died in 1988, Avanelle moved to the greater Dallas, Texas area where Vickie and her family lived. She existed only on a meager income but she survived. She suffered with emphysema for years and finally cancer took her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most of the relatives and friends had left, I went to the car and removed the container that held my sister’s remains. I still think of the weight of the ashes in my hands that once was my dear sister. I knelt down beside the opening in the earth and with love in my heart and as gentle as I could, I placed the container in the small grave. I then took a shovel and began filling the opening with the dirt previously removed by my cousin and me. Needlessly to say, I had difficulty in controlling my emotions. We all made sure that the sod of grass that I had removed was situated just right and Virginia placed a vase of flowers that she had bought where the marker I ordered for my sister’s grave would eventually rest. When we drove away, my emotions were mixed but I felt like I had done what my sister desired and that was to be buried next to mother and dad. I had fulfilled my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKhltGLYzE8/TqCexSSgA0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/XfBLKdtKshI/s1600/100_2066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKhltGLYzE8/TqCexSSgA0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/XfBLKdtKshI/s400/100_2066.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-1985541155146580264?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/1985541155146580264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=1985541155146580264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1985541155146580264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1985541155146580264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2011/10/promise-fulfilled.html' title='A Promise Fulfilled'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_udP-upGdQ/TqCdmdO4nVI/AAAAAAAAAnk/eEhSANBag2U/s72-c/image0-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-2077679092036082867</id><published>2011-07-03T21:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:14:06.008-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farmers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Farmers, Faith, and the Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMT7qRWs3Do/ThEed6pHxoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mgsK5bgoMf0/s1600/1111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMT7qRWs3Do/ThEed6pHxoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mgsK5bgoMf0/s400/1111.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Virginia and I had watched the growing of winter wheat beginning in late summer of 2010 until the spring of 2011. You see, when we are approaching our home we leave the city limits and pass through a portion of a farm that is located on both sides of County Road 12 or Powell Road. We then turn south for a short distance and once again we are in the city limits of Prattville, Alabama where we make our home. Presently we are observing how fast the soybeans and the purple hull peas are growing so rapidly since we have finally received some wonderful and much needed rain. Though I have never farmed on such a level, I have had gardens in most places where we have lived. In fact, in one town I had 30 long rows of various vegetables. One morning I pulled 300 hundred ears of sweet corn for Virginia to prepare and freeze for later consumption by our family of six. But I do enjoy watching the crops grow to maturity so the farmers can harvest them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkdVgBBtJbs/ThEeenJZ_YI/AAAAAAAAAng/h5FI_RNHVjc/s1600/11111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkdVgBBtJbs/ThEeenJZ_YI/AAAAAAAAAng/h5FI_RNHVjc/s400/11111.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Farmers, bless their hearts, have to be people of great faith. Faith that in the future when the seeds are planted the sun will warm the earth and that the rains will fall to aid the seed to germinate and then to water the plants in order for them to grow until the harvest time. Patience in the ploughman is predicated upon faith, faith that the God of the universe will supply the needed environment for there to be a harvest. The biblical writer James wrote in James 5:7, &lt;em&gt;“Therefore be patient, brethren unto the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, waiting patiently for it until it receives the early and latter rain.”&lt;/em&gt; Farming is certainly a calculated risk because if there is not enough moisture for the plant to grow, or, if there is too much water there will a disaster and not a harvest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The writer James also declared in chapter 1 and verse 17 of his epistle, &lt;em&gt;“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.”&lt;/em&gt; There are two points to consider from this passage. The first is that God the Father is the source of all of life’s blessings. We will agree that the needed ingredients for the harvest of the various crops are the warmth from the sun and the rain that falls upon the earth. Second, when God says something you can ‘bank’ on it. The Lord Jesus made this declaration as found in Matthew 5:45, &lt;em&gt;“(F)or He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.”&lt;/em&gt; Thus all men are recipients of the physical blessings from the Heavenly Father, the Creator of the universe. Following the universal flood God made a promise when He said, &lt;em&gt;“While the earth remains, Seedtime and harvest, Cold and heat, Winter and summer, And day and night Shall not cease” (Genesis 8:22&lt;/em&gt;).&amp;nbsp; There are times when we have cold days in the summer and hot days in the winter but the fact is that as long as the earth exists there will be the different seasons of the year for the planting and the harvest of the various crops by the famers.﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AI2pIFLY0Pc/ThEeb2sMVWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YZV_RCE54JI/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AI2pIFLY0Pc/ThEeb2sMVWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YZV_RCE54JI/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While driving by the acres of winter wheat one day we saw a man combining the wheat and I told my wife that I needed to take pictures of that beautiful scene. When we arrived home I got my camera and back to the field I went. I parked my truck and started to walk near the combine to take a picture of it and when I did the operator stopped and motioned for me to come near and so I did. Then he pushed the door opened and asked me to join him. I was really surprised at his offer but I hurried to the machine and climbed up in the cab with the gentleman. This was my first ever ride in such a giant of farm machinery. After we introduced ourselves I began to take pictures. I could not help but think of this poem as we harvested the beautiful wheat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CL2KvJ5pk9s/ThEecrXmJ6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/FJ3z_ZPhFkU/s1600/111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CL2KvJ5pk9s/ThEecrXmJ6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/FJ3z_ZPhFkU/s400/111.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;“Back of the loaf is the snowy flour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Back of the flour, the mill;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Back of the mill are the wheat and shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;And the sun and the Father’s will.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;That is the very reason why we all should express our gratitude to God before we eat our food like the apostle Paul did as recorded in Acts 27:35, &lt;em&gt;“And when he had said these things, he took bread and gave thanks to God in the presence of them all; and when he had broken it he began to eat.”&lt;/em&gt; He recognized that it was God who had blessed them with the food that they were about to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;How truly blessed we are in this land wherein we live. God has been good to us as a nation of people and we should never forget His grace in providing our freedom and the physical and material blessings we enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;It was in the year of 1893 when Katherine Lee Bates, age 33, an English professor at Wellesley College made a train trip to Colorado Springs, Colorado to teach summer classes when she was inspired to write the following poem because of the beautiful scenery she saw while traveling. I just believe that she was greatly motivated to write certain lines in her poem when she saw the magnificent fields of wheat in the state of Kansas. Here is the first stanza of that poem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O beautiful for spacious skies,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For amber waves of grain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For purple mountain majesties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above the fruited plain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;America! America!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God shed His grace on thee,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And crown thy good with brotherhood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From sea to shining sea!﻿ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KQkctCj5HI/ThEean77b3I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/em8or9itDNY/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KQkctCj5HI/ThEean77b3I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/em8or9itDNY/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Photos by RE)﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-2077679092036082867?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/2077679092036082867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=2077679092036082867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2077679092036082867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2077679092036082867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2011/07/farmers-faith-and-farmer.html' title='Farmers, Faith, and the Father'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMT7qRWs3Do/ThEed6pHxoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mgsK5bgoMf0/s72-c/1111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-2589109769332326114</id><published>2011-06-18T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:14:23.924-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Godly Fathers</title><content type='html'>One of life’s greatest blessings and challenges for a man is fatherhood. This relationship involves the greatest joys and demands the best one has to give and often will include many sorrows. A godly father loves his wife and is loyal to his marital vows (Ephesians 5:25). He desires the best for his children. A father is industrious. He labors to provide for his family and the needs of others who lack the material things of life (I Timothy 5:8; Ephesians 4:28).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest contribution a father can make to his family is leadership in spiritual matters. In every age, the head of the family has been required of God to provide the proper direction regarding religious training. Modern fathers are most likely to leave this responsibility to the wife and mother. However, Paul exhorted: &lt;em&gt;“And you fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but nurture them in the chastening and admonition of the Lord’&lt;/em&gt; (Ephesians 6:4). It is a tremendous requirement to make sure one’s children are taught of God but the rewards are everlasting. A Christian father may not be able to give very much materially to his children but the legacy of having a father who loved his family and the Lord surpasses everything else. The greatest inheritance a Christian father can leave is one that is rich in faith in God and the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should never underestimate the love that a father possesses in his heart for his children. His emotions may not be as noticeable as the mother; yet, the feelings are just as deep. Most fathers would give their lives on behalf of their families. Their hearts are filled with deep gratitude when they witness their children succeeding in life. The Christian father rejoices greatly when his children obey the gospel of Jesus Christ. My father will be remembered for being a fine Christian gentleman. Also, the legacy of having a good name has meant more to me than all the riches of this world. It was the wise man of old who wrote: &lt;em&gt;“A good name is to be chosen rather than great riches, Loving favor rather than silver and gold”&lt;/em&gt; (Proverbs 22:1); and, &lt;em&gt;“A good name is better than precious ointment…” &lt;/em&gt;(Ecclesiastes 7:1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godly fathers are rare in this modern society. But, we should always be thankful for the ones who are. Truly, you are blessed indeed if you have/had a Christian father who placed Christ first in his life. His influence in your life and even in the lives of his grandchildren will be felt for many years to come. Say, have you hugged your father recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATHERS ARE WONDERFUL PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fathers are wonderful people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too little understood,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we do not sing their praises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as often as we should...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For, somehow, Father seems to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the man who pays the bills,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While Mother binds up little hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and nurses all our ills...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Father struggles daily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to live up to "his image"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As protector and provider&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and "hero of the scrimmage"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And perhaps that is the reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we sometimes get the notion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That Fathers are not subject&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the thing we call emotion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you look inside Dad's heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where no one else can see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll find he's sentimental&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and as "soft" as he can be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he's too busy every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the grueling race of life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He leaves the sentimental stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to his partner and his wife...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Fathers are just wonderful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a million different ways,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they merit loving compliments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and accolades of praise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the only reason Dad aspires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to fortune and success&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is to make the family proud of him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to bring them happiness...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And like Our Heavenly Father,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's a guardian and a guide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone that we can count on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be always on our side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Helen Steiner Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-2589109769332326114?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/2589109769332326114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=2589109769332326114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2589109769332326114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2589109769332326114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2011/07/godly-fathers.html' title='Godly Fathers'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-6738508473839250608</id><published>2011-05-23T16:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:14:39.892-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grieving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walter Martin Elliott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death of a Child'/><title type='text'>My Memories of Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7tC_HR5OoFY/Tdq8vvcQ7vI/AAAAAAAAAm0/SmkuZUWxpo8/s1600/Raymond2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7tC_HR5OoFY/Tdq8vvcQ7vI/AAAAAAAAAm0/SmkuZUWxpo8/s400/Raymond2.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My brother’s name was actually Walter Martin Elliott, named after our father, Walter Matthew. He was the first child of six born to Walter and Victoria Elliott. Martin was born on March 31, 1926 in the Elliott’s Crossroads community in Dekalb County, Alabama. He, along with two siblings, moved with my parents to Trion, Georgia, where they found work in the textile mills in early 1933. Later in 1941 the family made their home in Summerville, Georgia, where Martin grew into his teenage years. He was well known and liked by those who knew him. He worked for Hinton Logan, a Christian brother, in a local grocery store in downtown Summerville. I remember him having an automobile with a ‘rumble seat’ in the back of the car. Martin was over six feet tall and very handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CbQ4tQJgIM/Tdq_bfzTK_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/YxEUiYiiVvc/s1600/Raymond3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CbQ4tQJgIM/Tdq_bfzTK_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/YxEUiYiiVvc/s400/Raymond3.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He fell in love with a beautiful young lady from Fort Payne, Alabama, Catherine King. They eloped when he was eighteen years old and were married in the small community of Rising Fawn near Trenton, Georgia. Martin was soon drafted into the military and began serving in the U.S. Army in 1944. It was during the time when men were greatly needed in the war with Germany and Japan. The young men did not receive extensive training for combat duty. I remember that he took his basic training at Fort Blanding near Jacksonville, Florida for about three months and was soon shipped off to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin was a Private First Class and served in the 178 INFANTRY 95 DIVISION and was with a machine gun squadron. It was during the winter of 1944-45 that the American military forces were making advances into the northwestern part of Germany. During an intense battle near the town of Hamn, Germany, Martin was wounded and died soon afterward. He was at the age when young men and women were enrolling in colleges and/or going into the work force but our country needed our youth in combat to fight against the forces of the Nazi Regime. Martin celebrated his 19th birthday anniversary on March 31, 1945 and was killed six days later on April 5, approximately two months before Germany surrendered to the Allied Forces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was at work at the cotton mill which was located in the southern part of the town of Summerville when he received the telegram that contained the dreaded news that his oldest son had been killed in action. He then walked the long distance to the house where we lived on West Washington Street to bring that news to us. That part of the road was unpaved and our rental house was located on the top of a ridge. I was standing on the front porch when I saw him coming up the hill and he shouted out the words I have never forgotten, “Martin has been killed.” I was almost 10 years old at the time and I remember well the over-whelming sorrow and grief my family experienced upon learning that terrible news, especially my parents. We had not received any ‘air mail’ letters from Martin for sometime and my parents were greatly concerned about his safety. Following the news of his death we received packages back that my mother had sent to him, some containing food items and I well remember that mother would not permit my younger brother and me to eat the sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin’s wife had the choice of having his body brought back to the states for burial or to be buried in a military cemetery in Europe and she chose the latter and this decision nearly killed my parents, especially mother who suffered emotionally for several years as they never had any ‘closure’ relating to the death of their precious first born child. I remember how I believed that he had not been killed but perhaps captured or wounded and that one day he would come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin was buried in the Netherlands American Cemetery in the village of Margraten, 6 miles east of Maastricht. Though I have never seen his grave site, I have a niece who visited his grave; and a friend who attended worship at the Prattville church several years ago who was a native of Holland and while visiting relatives in Rotterdam she made a special trip to the cemetery where Martin is buried. She brought me the flag that was on his grave and here is a picture that she gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ghaFL8lIRk/Tdq-jsiQWiI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3-RjWE2kP0E/s1600/Raymond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ghaFL8lIRk/Tdq-jsiQWiI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3-RjWE2kP0E/s400/Raymond.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found a letter that was written to my parents from a fellow soldier and friend of my brother Martin but over time the name of that individual had been torn from the bottom of the page and so the writer’s identity remains unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GdZXapgA5q0/TdrYMa-_8TI/AAAAAAAAAnM/H8u9y-kzn44/s1600/Martin+Elliott+Ltr+circumstance+of+death.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GdZXapgA5q0/TdrYMa-_8TI/AAAAAAAAAnM/H8u9y-kzn44/s400/Martin+Elliott+Ltr+circumstance+of+death.JPG" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Following the death of our mother in 1988, the Purple Heart awarded to Martin was left in my possession. It is a constant reminder of the supreme sacrifices that were made during WWII, thousands of whom were mere teenagers. Though he has been dead since 1945, I have endeavored to keep the memory of my dear brother Martin and the sacrifice he made as a youth to help keep the world free from the oppression of the Nazi Regime in the hearts of our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rGnz8o0HNfU/TdrYIvDAT-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/WZOWKljyo6E/s1600/100_1688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rGnz8o0HNfU/TdrYIvDAT-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/WZOWKljyo6E/s400/100_1688.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-6738508473839250608?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/6738508473839250608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=6738508473839250608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6738508473839250608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6738508473839250608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-memories-of-martin.html' title='My Memories of Martin'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7tC_HR5OoFY/Tdq8vvcQ7vI/AAAAAAAAAm0/SmkuZUWxpo8/s72-c/Raymond2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-8142702160327427967</id><published>2011-04-21T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:14:58.998-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resurrection'/><title type='text'>If Christ Be Not Raised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGrqvcvTDcA/TbSdXEroXsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bStJd_oVQh4/s1600/empty-tomb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGrqvcvTDcA/TbSdXEroXsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bStJd_oVQh4/s400/empty-tomb.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the cardinal doctrines of the New Testament is the resurrection of Jesus Christ. There are 38 references to the resurrection of Jesus in the books of the New Testament. The resurrection of our Lord is mentioned at least 13 times in the book of Acts alone so it was the center of the preaching of the apostles and other inspired men. If a person believes in the resurrection of our Lord then all the other miracles listed in the Bible can be easily accepted as being true. Should a person deny the resurrection of Jesus then the other miracles would also be denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the epistle to the &lt;em&gt;“church of God which is at Corinth”&lt;/em&gt; the apostle Paul writes in detail concerning the resurrection of Jesus Christ. The general resurrection at his second advent is predicated upon the fact that our Lord Himself was resurrected from the dead. To deny one is to deny both. In the time of Paul, the Greeks did not believe in the resurrection of the body. They felt like the spirit relieved of the body was actually a blessing and the human body would never be resurrected. Even among the Jews, there was a sect called the Sadducees that did not believe in the resurrection of the dead (Matthew 22:23). In the great resurrection chapter of I Corinthians 15, the apostle deals at length with this important subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fateful conclusions which must be accepted if Christ was not raised from the dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“OUR PREACHING IS VAIN”&lt;/em&gt; (V.14).&lt;/strong&gt; The central theme of the apostolic message was the resurrection of Jesus; that is, &lt;em&gt;“that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; And that he was buried, and that he arose again the third day according to the scriptures”&lt;/em&gt;. The first gospel sermon that was preached by the 12 apostles dealt with the death and resurrection of Christ (Acts 2:24, 30, 31).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“YOUR FAITH IS IN VAIN”&lt;/em&gt; (14, 17).&lt;/strong&gt; Our faith in the deity of Christ rests largely upon His resurrection. If He had not risen, His words were false because He Himself predicted His resurrection. &lt;em&gt;“Jesus answered and said unto them, destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up. The Jews therefore said, Forty and six years was this temple in building, and wilt thou raise it up in three days? But he spake of the temple of his body. When therefore he was raised from the dead, his disciples remember that he spake this; and they believed the scripture, and the word which Jesus had said" &lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;(John 2:19-22; See also Luke 9:22; Matthew 12:40). IF Jesus was not raised from the dead he would have proven to be inferior to death and the grave. The redemptive work of God was accomplished through the resurrection of Jesus. It gave spiritual power to those who believed to live a life of holiness and to posses the belief in eternal life. Please observe that the term “vain” in verse 14 and in verse 17 are different. “Vain” in verse 14 means void and in verse 17 it means “devoid of force and truth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“WE ARE FOUND FALSE WITNESS OF CHRIST”&lt;/em&gt; (V. 15).&lt;/strong&gt; The apostles were told by Jesus that they were to be his witnesses (Acts 1:8). If Christ was not raised, the apostles were false witnesses in stating that they had seen him after his resurrection. Either one of the following two things would have to be true. The apostles deceived themselves; or, they were some of the world’s greatest liars and imposters. To bear false&amp;nbsp;witness against&amp;nbsp;men is bad but to bear false witness concerning Christ is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“YE ARE YET IN YOUR SINS”&lt;/em&gt; (V.17).&lt;/strong&gt; A dead redeemer who has not been raised is no redeemer at all! It is true that Jesus died for our sins but Paul wrote in Romans 5:10: &lt;em&gt;“For if, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life.”&lt;/em&gt; Also, Jesus &lt;em&gt;“was raised again for our justification”&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 4:25). The resurrection of Jesus lies at the foundation of faith and forgiveness of sins, and without it a confession of faith in Jesus Christ is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“THEY ALSO THAT HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP IN CHRIST HAVE PERISHED”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(V.18).&lt;/strong&gt; Their loved ones who had obeyed Christ and lived for him who had died were lost if Christ was not raised. It isn’t that they were annihilated but rather they were before God the Father without an Advocate and Mediator. There was no one to help them. They were in God’s presence with their sins still upon them if Christ be not raised. If Christ was not raised from the dead then the term &lt;em&gt;“asleep in Jesus”&lt;/em&gt; is nothing but a mocking rhetoric, a worthless expression denoting no comfort whatsoever. But Jesus said, &lt;em&gt;“Marvel not at this: for the hour is coming, in the which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice, And shall come forth; they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life; and they that they have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation”&lt;/em&gt; (John 5:28, 29; See also I Thessalonians 4:13-17, Emphasis, Mine, RE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“IF WE HAVE ONLY HOPED IN CHRIST IN THIS LIFE, WE ARE OF ALL MEN MOST PITIABLE”&lt;/em&gt; (V.19).&lt;/strong&gt; Believers in Christ are worse off than the unbeliever if Christ be not raised. Degrees of pitiableness are regulated by hope. Christians are most pitiable because of their willingness to suffer, to be mocked and to die because of their hope in Christ if he be not raised from the dead. The apostle Paul compared all his sufferings as &lt;em&gt;“light afflictions”&lt;/em&gt; in comparison to that &lt;em&gt;“eternal weight of glory”&lt;/em&gt; awaiting him in heaven (2 Corinthians 4:17, 18). But such sufferings would be in vain if Christ be not raised. However the Christian has this precious promise: &lt;em&gt;“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to his great mercy begat us again unto a living hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead”&lt;/em&gt; (1 Peter 1:3;Emphasis, Mine, RE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apostle Paul writes of the resurrection of Jesus Christ as being an established fact in chapter 15:20-22. During the 40 days between the resurrection of Christ and his ascension back to heaven, he appeared 10 times to different ones beginning with his appearance to the women (“Mary Magdalene and the other Mary”, Matthew 18:1). In 1 Corinthians 15:5-9, Paul mentioned several of his appearances: &lt;em&gt;“And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve: after that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once; of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep. After that, he was seen of James; then of all the apostles. And last of all he was seen of me also, as of one born out of due time.”&lt;/em&gt; The evidence therefore is overwhelming that Jesus Christ did in fact arise from the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lives of his apostles were changed after his resurrection. Christianity began to spread with great rapidity throughout the Roman World. Even after nearly 2,000 years the resurrection of Jesus Christ is having a tremendous impact on the lives of countless men and women who believe in Him as being the divine Son of God. Paul, in his letter to the church in Rome wrote the following: &lt;em&gt;“But God be thanked, that ye were the servants of sin, but ye have obeyed from the heart that form of doctrine which was delivered you. Being then made free from sin, ye became the servants of righteousness”&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 6:17, 18). A “form” is a likeness and the “form” of the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ is found in Romans 6:1-4 when Paul wrote that the Christians had died to sin and were buried with their Lord in baptism and were raised to &lt;em&gt;“walk in newness of life.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The empty tomb of Joseph of Arimathaea is proof beyond any reasonable doubt that we serve a risen savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-NsH8K23Ew/TbSdcNfUCCI/AAAAAAAAAmU/SQX1xzXykco/s1600/imagesCAHKR2U7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-NsH8K23Ew/TbSdcNfUCCI/AAAAAAAAAmU/SQX1xzXykco/s400/imagesCAHKR2U7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-8142702160327427967?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/8142702160327427967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=8142702160327427967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/8142702160327427967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/8142702160327427967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-christ-be-not-raised.html' title='If Christ Be Not Raised'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGrqvcvTDcA/TbSdXEroXsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bStJd_oVQh4/s72-c/empty-tomb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-6476797578428464691</id><published>2011-04-08T13:49:00.074-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:15:14.708-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouraging Words'/><title type='text'>Encouragers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rd0qh_3x4s/TbRybVyW-GI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3Imlm9bjJAU/s1600/imagesCA1X8CHR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rd0qh_3x4s/TbRybVyW-GI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3Imlm9bjJAU/s400/imagesCA1X8CHR.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Webster defines the word &lt;strong&gt;“encourage”:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;“to give courage, hope, or confidence to; embolden, hearten. To give support to; be favorable to; foster help.”&lt;/em&gt; In the epistles to the church in Thessalonica, the apostle Paul used the word &lt;strong&gt;“encourage”&lt;/strong&gt; several times: &lt;em&gt;“Therefore, when we could stand it no longer, we decided to remain alone in Athens and send Timothy, our brother who works with us for God in the gospel of the Messiah, to strengthen and &lt;strong&gt;encourage&lt;/strong&gt; you in your faith, so that no one would be shaken by these persecutions, for which you are aware that we were destined”&lt;/em&gt; (1 Thess. 3:2, NIV). &lt;em&gt;“Therefore &lt;strong&gt;encourage&lt;/strong&gt; one another with these words”&lt;/em&gt; (4:18, ESV). &lt;em&gt;‘Therefore &lt;strong&gt;encourage&lt;/strong&gt; one another and build one another up, just as you are doing”&lt;/em&gt; (5:11, ESV). &lt;em&gt;“And we urge you, brothers, admonish the idle, &lt;strong&gt;encourage&lt;/strong&gt; the fainthearted, help the weak, be patient with them all”&lt;/em&gt; (5:18, ESV). &lt;em&gt;“May our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who loved us and by his grace gave us eternal &lt;strong&gt;encouragement &lt;/strong&gt;and good hope, &lt;strong&gt;encourage&lt;/strong&gt; your hearts and strengthen you in every good deed and word”&lt;/em&gt; (2 Thess. 2:16, 17, NIV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rOniuwIxtag/TbRzXJJnHgI/AAAAAAAAAmM/dAqHUBHLtx0/s1600/Brandon+%2526+Noah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rOniuwIxtag/TbRzXJJnHgI/AAAAAAAAAmM/dAqHUBHLtx0/s400/Brandon+%2526+Noah.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are Christian men and women who have the God given talent to speak words of kindness and &lt;strong&gt;encouragement&lt;/strong&gt; to their brothers and sisters in Jesus Christ. Paul, in his epistle to church in Rome, exhorted those members to use that gift: &lt;em&gt;“if it is &lt;strong&gt;encouraging&lt;/strong&gt;, let him &lt;strong&gt;encourage&lt;/strong&gt;; if it is contributing to the needs of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;others, let him give generously; if it is leadership, let him govern diligently; if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully”&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 12:8, NIV). We need more Christians like Barnabas whose name means &lt;em&gt;“Son of &lt;strong&gt;Encouragement”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Acts 4:36). To &lt;strong&gt;encourage &lt;/strong&gt;is to “exhort”, that is, to build up and strengthen one another in the most holy faith. In Hebrews 3:13 we are admonished to &lt;em&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;encourage&lt;/strong&gt; one another daily, as long as it is called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sin's deceitfulness”&lt;/em&gt; (Hebrews 3:13, NIV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons for us to &lt;strong&gt;encourage&lt;/strong&gt; (exhort) one another is because Satan has a camouflaged weapon that really takes a toll on weary Christians and that is discouragement. If he cannot win you over through the lust of the flesh, the lust the eyes and the pride of life, he often uses this weapon to get members to give up the Lord and quit the church. Here are words of inspiration that are found in Galatians 6:9: &lt;em&gt;“And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.” &lt;/em&gt;One of the primary&amp;nbsp;reasons for our worship assemblies is to exhort &lt;strong&gt;(encourage)&lt;/strong&gt; one another.&lt;em&gt; “(N)ot neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but&lt;strong&gt; encouraging&lt;/strong&gt; one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near”&lt;/em&gt; (Hebrews 10:25, ESV). And we often do this very thing through our singing. &lt;em&gt;“Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord”&lt;/em&gt; (Colossians 3:16). The following hymn, written by Frank M. Davis in 1892, is one that we have often sung as a source of &lt;strong&gt;encouragement.&lt;/strong&gt; (You can click &lt;a href="http://homeschoolblogger.com/hymnstudies/587926/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to find out more about this Christian song writer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LIVE FOR JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Live for Jesus, O my brother, His disciple ever be; Render not to any other, What alone the Lord’s should be Live for Jesus, wandering sinner, Under Satan serve no more; Of the prize a winner Thou may’st be, when life is o’er. Live for Jesus in life’s morning; At the noontide hour be His, And at eve, when day is turning, And inherit endless bliss. Live for Jesus, live for Jesus, Give Him all thou hast to give; On the cross the world’s Redeemer Gave His life that thou mightst live.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gK3Nk70q10Y/TbRyNYBGAqI/AAAAAAAAAl8/WGU6BrBI9jc/s1600/imagesCAKSU94K.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gK3Nk70q10Y/TbRyNYBGAqI/AAAAAAAAAl8/WGU6BrBI9jc/s400/imagesCAKSU94K.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-6476797578428464691?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/6476797578428464691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=6476797578428464691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6476797578428464691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6476797578428464691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2011/04/encouragers.html' title='Encouragers'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rd0qh_3x4s/TbRybVyW-GI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3Imlm9bjJAU/s72-c/imagesCA1X8CHR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-632974685503863096</id><published>2011-03-24T17:39:00.090-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:15:32.926-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah S. Andrews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl Harbor'/><title type='text'>What a Difference Sixty-Six Years Make</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OY5HcErd-Uk/TbStSaDxmEI/AAAAAAAAAmg/zGDslIkFXqE/s1600/imagesCA4IKUGR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OY5HcErd-Uk/TbStSaDxmEI/AAAAAAAAAmg/zGDslIkFXqE/s400/imagesCA4IKUGR.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Atomic Bomb Exploding in Nagasaki: A mushroom cloud from an atomic bomb rises over Nagasaki. The second atomic bomb was dropped on the city of Nagasaki in August, 1945, in the last days of WWII shortly before the surrender of Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Photo Credit: Corbis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I was only ten years old when the atomic bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan on the dates of August 6 and August 9, l945, respectively. Later when I viewed the pictures of that awful looking mushroom cloud caused by an atomic bomb explosion, my young heart was filled with fear when I thought of the destructive power such a weapon possessed. It was during the years of 1941-1945 the American populace was indoctrinated by just how horrible the ‘Japs’ were in the many atrocities they committed during WW II, beginning with Pearl Harbor. Even the movie industry used propaganda in their movies to cause us to hate every person who was born in the country of Japan. Our government even incarcerated Japanese who were American citizens. I feel sure that the people in Japan were influenced greatly to believe that all Americans were evil. History has proven over the years that not all the citizens of Japan desired to engage the United States in warfare. As often is the case, those in authority, along with the military leadership pushed for the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-asNv6lYtb5o/TbSsFcHb7jI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jJxg8nGpX8U/s1600/imagesCAVE7HBF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-asNv6lYtb5o/TbSsFcHb7jI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jJxg8nGpX8U/s400/imagesCAVE7HBF.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the sweetest and dearest Christian friends that Virginia and I have had in our lives was a gentle Japanese lady by the name of Kim Ellis. She stated that her father did not want to go to war but he was forced to enter the military service. I recalled how Kim related to us that they were notified the Americans were going to firebomb her city and how she was led to safety by a family friend. Following the bombing of her city, she never saw her loved ones again. She told us that she and others were starving to death until the American soldiers gave them food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doug Andrews, who is a brother-in-law, had an aunt, Sarah Sheppard Andrews, who spent her adult life (1916-1961) as a missionary in the country of Japan. She lived there during WW II and was treated kindly by those who knew her and her many good works, along with her teaching the Bible to them. This Christian lady saw the other side, the good side, of the people in that country. She influenced many to give their lives to Jesus Christ. Her life as a child of God and her labors of love among the Japanese people are recorded in the book, VIRTUOUS SERVANT (Providence House Publishers, Franklin, TN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAVC6bEidjw/TbSq1X3fcKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/l6qNX4fz_HE/s1600/image0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAVC6bEidjw/TbSq1X3fcKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/l6qNX4fz_HE/s400/image0.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{cover of book}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Presently the nation of Japan is suffering because of the earthquakes, tsunami and of all things, the fear of radiation from their nuclear plants. And it is the United States of American that has sent our military personnel to aid the citizens of this country. With all the moral decadence and ills found in our country, the United States remains the most benevolent nation on earth, in my opinion. Those who were once our enemies are now treated with compassion and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as the earth remains and evil men live, wars will be fought. There will always be the lust for power and wealth and a desire to control other countries and have dominion over the lives of individuals. The only true path to peace can be found in the Prince of Peace, the divine Son of God, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoNYdLKeavk/TbS1AFzoW1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/OhLsSROJ1Fc/s1600/Isaiah+9_6%252C7+-Prince+of+Peace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoNYdLKeavk/TbS1AFzoW1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/OhLsSROJ1Fc/s400/Isaiah+9_6%252C7+-Prince+of+Peace.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-632974685503863096?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/632974685503863096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=632974685503863096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/632974685503863096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/632974685503863096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-difference-sixty-six-years-make.html' title='What a Difference Sixty-Six Years Make'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OY5HcErd-Uk/TbStSaDxmEI/AAAAAAAAAmg/zGDslIkFXqE/s72-c/imagesCA4IKUGR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-2728219221048356430</id><published>2011-02-08T17:58:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:15:54.759-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>He Is In Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TVHT_p_bGuI/AAAAAAAAAlw/gazGLmrFJ4Q/s1600/gatedoorsx.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TVHT_p_bGuI/AAAAAAAAAlw/gazGLmrFJ4Q/s400/gatedoorsx.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I received word that a good Christian friend of mine who was a member of a congregation where I had preached several years ago was in a hospital in critical condition, having suffered a series of strokes. The problem was at that time I did not know in which hospital he was a patient. As soon as I could I called his home telephone number hoping that some of the family members might be there. The person who answered the telephone was a granddaughter of my good friend. I asked, “Where is your grandfather?” In a very sweet loving voice and without a moment of hesitation she replied, “He is in heaven”. Of course it was then that I knew my brother in Jesus Christ had passed from this life into eternity to be in the care of our Heavenly Father. I thought to myself, what an impression this brother had made on his granddaughter that she would speak with such confidence concerning her grandfather’s eternal destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that only God knows for certain the eternal destiny of every person who dies. We do know that&lt;em&gt; “the dust will return to the earth as it as, And the spirit will return to God who gave it”&lt;/em&gt; (Ecclesiastes 12:7). And the child of God does have this precious promise from our Lord Jesus Christ: &lt;em&gt;“I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. “And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die…”&lt;/em&gt; (John 11:25, 26). The apostle John later wrote in 1 John 5:11-13: &lt;em&gt;“And this is the testimony: that God has given us eternal life, and this life is in His Son. He who has the Son has life; he who does not have the Son of God does not have life. These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life…”&lt;/em&gt; This is the blessed assurance that a true believer in Christ, one who has been redeemed by the blood of our Lord and is a child of God has when he passes from this life into eternity. This young lady’s grandfather was a Christian and that is why she answered me with such confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I habitually read the obituaries in the local and area newspapers because of my acquaintances of numerous friends and brethren. Often the writer will say that their loved one has gone to be with the Lord and similar statements regarding their relative or friend. This may or may not be true. God will be the judge and not man (Matthew 25:31-46). Some people die without believing and obeying Jesus Christ and some may be unfaithful members of the church but their survivors desire that they might all inherit eternal life. But stating such in an obituary would not make it so. Regardless of what might have been written or what some preacher might say at the funeral service regarding an individual will not have any effect on the deceased person’s eternal destiny. That has already been decided. And the person who died made that decision while he lived. Jesus Christ has given each individual a choice when He said: &lt;em&gt;“Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there many who go in by it. “Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it”&lt;/em&gt; (NKJV, Matthew 7:13, 14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think, my friends, what will your precious loved ones say when you pass from this life into eternity. Will there be any hope in their hearts that you will be with God? Or, will there only be sadness, sorrow and grief, knowing that you did not have the Lord Jesus Christ as your Savior and that your life was not lived for Him? While the mercy of God lingers, you have the time to believe in Jesus Christ as the Son of God and that He died for you on Calvary’s cross. In true repentance submit to His will and be immersed for the remission of your sins (Mark 16:16; Acts 2:36-38). If, as a child of God, you have not been faithful, repent and confess your sins to your Heavenly Father (1 John 1:6-10). When death overtakes us, it is then too late for us to have anything to do with our eternal destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TVHX15qWb6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/4bQA5Z5otGU/s1600/grandfather_clock318d1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="387" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TVHX15qWb6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/4bQA5Z5otGU/s400/grandfather_clock318d1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Clock of Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The clock of life is wound but once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no man has the power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To tell just where the hands will stop,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At late or early hour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To lose one's health is more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To lose one's soul is such a loss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As no man can restore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The present only is our own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live, love, toil with a will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Place no faith in 'tomorrow'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the clock may then be still.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&amp;nbsp;Robert H Smith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-2728219221048356430?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/2728219221048356430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=2728219221048356430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2728219221048356430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2728219221048356430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-is-in-heaven.html' title='He Is In Heaven'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TVHT_p_bGuI/AAAAAAAAAlw/gazGLmrFJ4Q/s72-c/gatedoorsx.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-2250801486308581542</id><published>2010-12-10T22:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:12:05.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouraging Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><title type='text'>Gifts You Can Give During the Entire Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQL4g2Hqw1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/40keAXoMwxE/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQL4g2Hqw1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/40keAXoMwxE/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Of course, it is the time of giving. It is Christmas time! People love to give gifts at this season of the year to their loved ones and friends. There is nothing wrong with giving gifts anytime of the year. The spirit of kindness, thoughtfulness and cheerfulness are certainly welcomed during this festive period of the year. It would be wonderful if such expressions were to be found among people the rest of the year. Some gifts that are being given during the Christmas season are very expensive and the number of gifts is too plentiful at times. There are numerous families who get into financial difficulties simply because they go into debt in buying gifts for their family and others. However, there are several gifts that are free that can be and should be given at all times of the year. Here are special gifts you can give to your loved ones, your brothers and sisters in Christ and your friends and neighbors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GIFT OF PRAISE ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mark Twain said he could live for two months on one compliment. Critics destroy while encouragers build us up. We need to make it a point to express sincere compliments when we can. The apostle Paul wrote to the church in Corinth these words: &lt;em&gt;“Now I praise you, brethren, that you remember me in all things and keep the traditions just as I delivered them to you”&lt;/em&gt; (1 Corinthians 11:2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQL5MIFxtqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/XYJTW6hjvOU/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQL5MIFxtqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/XYJTW6hjvOU/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GIFT OF UNDERSTANDING ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We all desire to be understood and we should have the same desire to be understanding of others, especially during the times of difficulties, trials and failures. Solomon requested of God that He give him &lt;em&gt;“an understanding heart”&lt;/em&gt; (1 Kings 3:9, 12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GIFT OF KINDNESS ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You can’t help but notice how kind people are to one another during this season of the year. Someone opens a door for a complete stranger. You speak to people you do not even know. Christians need to be kind toward others all the time. One of the true characteristics of a child of God is &lt;em&gt;“brotherly kindness”&lt;/em&gt; (2 Peter 1:7). Paul exhorts us to &lt;em&gt;“Be kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly love, in honor giving preference to one another”&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 12:10). In Ephesians 4:32, he writes, &lt;em&gt;“And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.”&lt;/em&gt; Please notice the word “kind” in this verse. If you remove the “d” from the word “kind” you have ‘kin”. You see, we are all&lt;em&gt; “children of God by faith in Christ Jesus”&lt;/em&gt; (Galatians 3:26); therefore, we are ‘kin’ and we should be&lt;em&gt; “kind to one another”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQL58sq7KEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/rykJG0tnazg/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="101" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQL58sq7KEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/rykJG0tnazg/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GIFT OF YOUR PERSONAL PRESENCE ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There is no substitute for a visit to see someone in the hospital, the nursing home or persons confined to their own homes. Of course wisdom must be used in deciding whether or not a visit is wise in certain situations. But, &lt;em&gt;“Pure and undefiled religion before God the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble…” (&lt;/em&gt;James 1:27). On the judgment day, the faithful who will be saved eternally will be Christians who gave and visited (Matthew 25:34-40).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GIFT OF GRATITUDE ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Someone has written that “Gratitude is the mother virtue of all virtues.” The apostle Paul encourages us that &lt;em&gt;“in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you”&lt;/em&gt; (1 Thessalonians 5:18). In Romans chapter 1, Paul describes the unbelieving Gentle world as being sinful and idolatrous in their corrupt manner of life. One of the specific sins he mentioned was that they &lt;em&gt;“did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful” &lt;/em&gt;(vs.21). In Luke 17:11-19 we read of Jesus healing the ten lepers. When they were instructed to show themselves to the priests, only one of the ten lepers returned and with a &lt;em&gt;“loud voice glorified God, and he fell down on his face at His feet, giving Him thanks. And He was a Samaritan”&lt;/em&gt;. So Jesus answered and said, &lt;em&gt;“Were there not ten cleansed? But where are the nine?” &lt;/em&gt;Probably the percentage is about the same today; only 1 out of 10 will pause and give God the thanks for all the blessings of life which He gives to us from His bountiful hand of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQL92g8jvkI/AAAAAAAAAlE/7Qlvz9UJkEI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQL92g8jvkI/AAAAAAAAAlE/7Qlvz9UJkEI/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GIFT OF OUR PRAYERS ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Christians are taught in the Scriptures to&lt;em&gt; “pray without ceasing”&lt;/em&gt; (1 Thessalonians 5:17). The writer James instructs us to &lt;em&gt;“Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much” &lt;/em&gt;(KJV). A hymn that we have sung in our worship assemblies over the years is “For You I Am Praying” and we should practice what we sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GIFT OF FORGIVENESS ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In the prayer Jesus gave to the disciples as a pattern for their prayers He mentioned that we should forgive those who sin against us. The only comment the Lord made following the prayer can be found in these words: &lt;em&gt;“For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. “But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 6:9-15). Jesus never asked His disciples to do anything but that he was willing to do in His life. When He was on Calvary’s cross one of the seven sayings he uttered was &lt;em&gt;“Father, forgive them, for they do know not what they do”&lt;/em&gt; (Luke 23:34). We learn in the teachings of Jesus Christ that we are to forgive our brother as often as he is penitent of his sins (See Matthew 18:21, 22). I read the true story about a teenager who was killed in automobile wreck when a drunken driver hit his car. The dead teenager’s parents, filled with sorrow in the loss of their precious son later visited the person who was responsible for the accident and became his friends. In time they taught him about Jesus Christ and he was immersed into Christ for the remission of his sins. They forgave him as our Heavenly Father forgives us (Ephesians 4:32).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GIFT OF A CHRISTIAN EXAMPLE ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jesus taught that we are to be the &lt;em&gt;“salt of the earth” and the “light of the world”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 5:13-16). The apostle Paul instructs us to be &lt;em&gt;“blameless and harmless, children of God without fault in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world”&lt;/em&gt; (Philippians2:15). We may be the only ‘Bible’ that our neighbors and friends may see. “I’d rather see a sermon than to hear one any day…” is the consensus of millions of our fellowmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQL9jdHYqLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/uLILn8srGig/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQL9jdHYqLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/uLILn8srGig/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GIFT OF LOVE ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the greatest gift ever given and it was given by God the Father when He gave His Son Jesus Christ to die for our sins (John 3:16). Jesus taught His disciples to love one another: &lt;em&gt;“A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another. “By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another”&lt;/em&gt; (John 13:34, 35).&lt;em&gt; “And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love”&lt;/em&gt; (1 Corinthians 13:13). &lt;em&gt;“Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friend”&lt;/em&gt; (John 15:13) &lt;em&gt;“But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us”&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 5:8). Our love for everyone should be manifested in our desire that all people come to believe in and obey the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQWetaEXOcI/AAAAAAAAAlY/5cCMjhHV32s/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQWetaEXOcI/AAAAAAAAAlY/5cCMjhHV32s/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It is more blessed to give than to receive”&lt;/em&gt; (Acts 20:35). Our giving should not be limited to special occasions but we should give these gifts throughout the year. Furthermore, if we have not done so, we need to give our lives to Jesus Christ because He gave His life for us that through the shedding of His precious blood we could have the remission of our sins (Matthew 26:28; Ephesians 1:7). The apostle Peter on the Day of Pentecost told the believers to &lt;em&gt;“Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ unto the remission of your sins; and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”&lt;/em&gt; (ASV, Acts 2:36-38). Have you given your life to Christ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQMEuKMQKyI/AAAAAAAAAlU/K6aC0vLtwho/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQMEuKMQKyI/AAAAAAAAAlU/K6aC0vLtwho/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-2250801486308581542?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/2250801486308581542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=2250801486308581542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2250801486308581542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2250801486308581542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/12/gifts-you-can-give-during-entire-year.html' title='Gifts You Can Give During the Entire Year'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TQL4g2Hqw1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/40keAXoMwxE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-5518889351885296772</id><published>2010-12-09T11:09:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:12:53.200-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>He Giveth More Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE GIVETH MORE GRACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Annie J. Flint&lt;br /&gt;(1866-1932)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,&lt;br /&gt;He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;&lt;br /&gt;To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,&lt;br /&gt;To multiplied trials He multiplies peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we have exhausted our store of endurance,&lt;br /&gt;When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,&lt;br /&gt;When we reach the end of our hoarded resources&lt;br /&gt;Our father’s full giving is only begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,&lt;br /&gt;Our God ever yearns His resources to share;&lt;br /&gt;Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;&lt;br /&gt;The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,&lt;br /&gt;His power no boundary known unto men;&lt;br /&gt;For out of His infinite riches in Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; made effort to find the song HE GIVETH MORE GRACE a cappella style but was unable to do so; however the following link will carry you to the Gaither group and they have a beautiful rendition of this hymn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bT9unr2z7yY"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to hear the Gaithers sing He Giveth More Grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-5518889351885296772?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/5518889351885296772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=5518889351885296772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/5518889351885296772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/5518889351885296772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-giveth-more-grace.html' title='He Giveth More Grace'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-8429915784301433252</id><published>2010-10-27T13:30:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:16:38.217-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creation'/><title type='text'>The Changing of the Seasons: God's Faithfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TMhxIAJxvII/AAAAAAAAAko/kyL10WB0fkc/s1600/picasabackground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532796524518554754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TMhxIAJxvII/AAAAAAAAAko/kyL10WB0fkc/s400/picasabackground.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several years ago Virginia and I were in the extreme northeastern section of the state of Georgia working with a congregation that met in the small community of Tiger near the city of Clayton. It was in the autumn of the year and the color of the foliage was radiant in their assorted colors. While driving along the highway we noticed a large pumpkin patch so we stopped and found one pumpkin that someone had painted a face on it. Autumn is perhaps my favorite season of the year. While spring is alive with beautiful flowers and the budding of the leaves on various trees, autumn produces more color than one might imagine. Yet, I enjoy all the seasons of the year because each one presents evidence that there is a Supreme Architect with infinite wisdom and almighty power who had the power to create and set in motion this amazing universe in which we live, Genesis 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was following the universal deluge and after Noah and his family left the ark that this great man of faith offered burnt offerings that were acceptable unto God that our Creator made this promise (Genesis 8:20:22):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“While the earth remains,&lt;br /&gt;Seedtime and harvest,&lt;br /&gt;Cold and heat,&lt;br /&gt;Winter and summer,&lt;br /&gt;And day and night&lt;br /&gt;Shall not cease.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So as long as the earth remains we have this precious promise from God that there will be the changing of the seasons of the year. You can depend on God's faithfulness because it is impossible for Him to lie (Titus 1:2; Hebrews 6:18). The Psalmist declared in Psalm 19:1-4:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The heavens declare the glory of God;&lt;br /&gt;And the firmament shows His handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;Day unto day utters speech,&lt;br /&gt;And night unto night reveals knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;There is no speech nor language&lt;br /&gt;Where their voice is not heard.&lt;br /&gt;Their line has gone out through all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;And their words to the end of the world.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532796521874674306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TMhxH2TbUoI/AAAAAAAAAkg/oZTIq5wm5BY/s400/100_0067.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As believers in God we worship and praise Him and not the beauties He has created for us to enjoy each season of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-8429915784301433252?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/8429915784301433252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=8429915784301433252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/8429915784301433252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/8429915784301433252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/10/changing-of-seasons-gods-faithfulness.html' title='The Changing of the Seasons: God&apos;s Faithfulness'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TMhxIAJxvII/AAAAAAAAAko/kyL10WB0fkc/s72-c/picasabackground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-2019015076994056553</id><published>2010-09-21T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:17:06.249-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TJl6bY29xFI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LaamQFx3FjY/s1600/ST037~I-Am-a-Child-of-God-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519577429267301458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TJl6bY29xFI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LaamQFx3FjY/s400/ST037~I-Am-a-Child-of-God-Posters.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I customarily read the obituaries in the local newspaper and one morning I observed something unusual. A lady who recently died and in mentioning her kindred, the point was clearly made that she was the great, great, great granddaughter of George Washington. It was evident that her family members wanted the fact of this lady’s ancestry known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that a basic need we have is to know who we are and where we came from. Alex Haley’s deep desire to know his family’s ancestry led him over an extended period of time to do much research and travel. He then wrote the book, “Roots”. We have known individuals who were adopted as children who made every effort to know the identity of their biological parents. While these people loved and appreciated their adopted parents, there was a real longing in their hearts to learn of their family background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in biblical times we learn of the Jews’ great pride in being the offspring of Abraham. They would proudly exclaim that &lt;em&gt;“Abraham is our father”&lt;/em&gt; (John 8:39). They seemed always to be involved in tracing their lineage back to the great patriarch. Paul warned Timothy not to give heed to &lt;em&gt;“endless genealogies”&lt;/em&gt; (I Timothy 1:4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important family relationship however is not the physical but the spiritual. Most of us cannot gloat in a ‘blue blood’ ancestry. By faith, having been baptized into Christ, we are the children of God (Galatians 3:26, 27). &lt;em&gt;“And if you ye are Christ’s, then you are Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to promise”&lt;/em&gt; (Galatians 3:29). Jesus is our elder brother and we are &lt;em&gt;“joint-heirs”&lt;/em&gt; with him (Romans 8:17). It is more important also to know where we are going than to know where we came from. This earthly pilgrimage will soon end and eternity will be before us. The question might be asked, “Where will you be a million years from now?” The child of God possesses confidence through faith that he will be with his Father. However the person who has not been born of &lt;em&gt;“water and the Spirit”&lt;/em&gt; cannot manifest that hope (John 3:5). Only eternal darkness, despair and destruction await that individual (Matthew 25:41). We must understand that the end is better than the beginning. If one dies in Christ he will live with the Lord throughout the ceaseless ages of eternity (Revelation 14:13; Matthew 25:34).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who is only a pauper in this life but who is rich in faith in the Lord Jesus Christ will have laid up treasures in heaven and will inherit the crown of righteousness that is promised to all who have fought the good fight, finished the course and kept the faith (Matthew 6:20; II Timothy 4:6-8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood of Jesus Christ that washes away our sins is much more important to us than the blood that might be found in our ancestry (Revelation 1:5). The apostle Peter states this truth in I Peter 1:17-19, &lt;em&gt;“And if you call on the Father, who without partiality judges according to each one’s work, conduct yourselves throughout the time of your stay here in fear; knowing that you were not redeemed with corruptible things, like silver or gold, from your aimless conduct received from your fathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-2019015076994056553?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/2019015076994056553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=2019015076994056553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2019015076994056553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2019015076994056553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TJl6bY29xFI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LaamQFx3FjY/s72-c/ST037~I-Am-a-Child-of-God-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-5302656808460590953</id><published>2010-08-18T02:37:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:18:49.719-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>Celebrating Our 55th Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>My, it was a hot summer evening (without AC) on Friday, August 19, 1955 in the church building in Wildwood, Florida when Virginia and I made our vows to “love and cherish one another” and to live together “until death us do part”. ‘They say’ that a group of singers sang some beautiful songs but I don’t think I heard them. I barely remember brother Orvel Boyd saying something about marriage and asking us to repeat the vows that he read. But he must have really ‘tied the knot’ because by God’s grace and Providence we are still living together as husband and wife. And that says a great deal for Virginia. Bless her heart. We were both twenty years old and we had completed our sophomore year at Alabama Christian College and now I was marrying her without any financial security. I was as poor ‘as Job’s turkey’ (and I understand that is really poor). I even had to borrow a car from a friend to make the trip to Wildwood because the old 1948 Plymouth was not mechanically able to make such a long trip from Montgomery. It had to be love for such a lovely lady like Virginia to marry a poor boy like me because it could not have been for money since I had very little and without a promise of additional funds. But the Lord God has blessed us and provided for us over the past fifty-five years. He has given us three sons and a daughter, along with nine grandchildren. And we are still working regularly with a congregation of Jesus Christ. Perhaps our example will be a source of encouragement to young couples and the unmarried men and women who plan to marry and that is, you can have a successful marriage in this modern age when marital infidelity and divorce are rampant by being guided by the true manual for marriage and that is God’s Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lovely bride~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506651515750588594" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TGuOYMouILI/AAAAAAAAAjI/--WIZ1eY9oQ/s400/image0-8%5B1%5D.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 304px;" width="304" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Happiness is loving and feeling loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506651518423483778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TGuOYWl_RYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/R2z1TLEXD_o/s400/image0-9%5B1%5D.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 254px;" width="254" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Wedding Party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I chased her for over a year,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;before she caught me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506651266118100578" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TGuOJqrspmI/AAAAAAAAAig/sD2q7Otzttk/s400/image0.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 286px;" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were given a wonderful reception&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a beautiful cake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506651285636874562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TGuOKzZVgUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/QkTTt8BKB3c/s400/image0-7%5B1%5D.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 344px;" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our first home ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TGuPTYMuIaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/e4HFYZEBfwI/s1600/image0-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506652532466655650" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TGuPTYMuIaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/e4HFYZEBfwI/s400/image0-2.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 390px;" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506651271543859938" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TGuOJ-5TKuI/AAAAAAAAAio/DYC0YiQ145I/s400/image0-1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 391px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The 1947 trailer was only 28 feet long and 8 feet wide. You talk about close communion! It was so small that I had to go outside to change my mind. One night it was raining and the roof was leaking right over my bed and a rain drop hit me on my knee. I started to write a song with the title: “Rain Drops Falling on My Bed” but I never did. I probably would have made plenty of money if I had written it that night. The ‘front door’ could not be locked which concerned my new bride. The water to the kitchen came through a water hose from the adjacent house and we had to use the bathroom in the Home EC building which was next to our ‘new home’. But God has been good to us and He has blessed us abundantly. We are now rich materially and spiritually. We praise Him and thank Him every day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506651280245942978" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TGuOKfUCasI/AAAAAAAAAi4/w4J5yf_avmQ/s400/image0-4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 275px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-5302656808460590953?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/5302656808460590953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=5302656808460590953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/5302656808460590953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/5302656808460590953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/08/celebrating-our-55th-wedding.html' title='Celebrating Our 55th Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/TGuOYMouILI/AAAAAAAAAjI/--WIZ1eY9oQ/s72-c/image0-8%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-5570948314960304119</id><published>2010-06-16T19:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:20:01.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>War Heroes</title><content type='html'>Recently I read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE PACIFIC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a book written by Hugh Ambrose, the son of the late Stephen E. Ambrose who was the author of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAND OF BROTHERS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The latest novel chronicled the lives of five men and their comrades who were in the U. S. Marine Corps and the Navy during World War II. The battles on the sea and on the land were fought in the Pacific Ocean and the enemy, of course, was the Empire of Japan. The loss of lives on both sides of the war was extremely high. There were battles on some Islands that would be unknown to many of our citizenry like Cape Gloucester and Peleliu. The more familiar ones were Iwo Jima, Guadalcanal and Okinawa. During the latter part of the war the Japanese realized that they were on the loosing side so they began to use drastic measures to destroy the American aircraft carriers, destroyers and other ships. The Kamikaze were suicide attacks by military aviators from the Empire of Japan against Allied naval vessels in the closing stages of the Pacific campaign of World War II, designed to destroy as many warships as possible (Wikipedia). Thousands of lives were lost and scores of ships were damaged or destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While visiting with our son in Texas, we drove over to San Antonio to visit the Alamo and other places of interest. We were privileged to spend the night in the historic Menger Hotel which is located just across the street from the Alamo. My wife and I, along with our daughter-in-law, were sitting in the beautiful lobby of the hotel and I was listening to a couple of older men exchanging stories of their experiences while serving on a particular ship in the Pacific Ocean during World War II. Both of them wore a cap with the name of the ship on it. The more I listened to these men talk, the more I realized that the book &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE PACIFIC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was coming to life. I got up and moved over to the couch where one gentleman was sitting so I could hear what they were saying more clearly. They were relating how their ship was being hit by bombers and not fighter planes. One gentleman said that he was the only one who survived in his immediate group while serving in a lower compartment of the ship. The other gentleman related that he was the only survivor of his company at a gun turret when another bomber hit the ship. Their ship sank but they were rescued. They were staying in the hotel where their annual reunion was being held by the surviving members of their ship that sank. One gentleman stated that only six members were still living. The men were in their mid eighties. I introduced myself to them, shook their hands and thanked them for their service to our country during WW II. These men would not consider themselves as ‘heroes’ but they were. They simply would say that ‘they were just doing their job’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another book that I have been reading for years. It is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE BIBLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It is actually the Holy Scriptures that came from God Himself who is the Divine Author &lt;strong&gt;(2 Timothy 3:16, 17).&lt;/strong&gt; Since the Garden of Eden there has been a different kind of warfare being fought in the heart of every accountable being who has lived on this earth. It is being waged in the hearts of men and women even today. Jesus Christ the Savior and His army are opposing Satan and his forces of darkness. Jesus Christ is the “Captain” of our salvation and He leads His army in this ongoing conflict &lt;strong&gt;(Hebrews 2:10).&lt;/strong&gt; The apostle Paul describes this type of warfare in &lt;strong&gt;2 Corinthians 10:3-6&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;“For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ…”&lt;/em&gt; Again in &lt;strong&gt;Ephesus 6:10-16:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.”&lt;/em&gt; Paul then describes the Christian soldier’s armor: &lt;em&gt;“Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a ‘wall of faith’ mentioned in Hebrews chapter eleven that list the names of many of the heroes who died while fighting the forces of evil beginning with Abel and including Enoch, Noah, Abraham, Sarah, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph, Moses, and many others. In the second section of the Book of God you find names like John who was called the Baptist, Matthew and the apostles including Paul and Peter. There was Stephen who died in the thick of the battle. There were saints who became martyrs for Christ and righteousness as mentioned in Revelation 6:9-11. Undoubtedly under the oppression of the Roman Empire literally thousands of believers suffered horrible deaths because they would not deny their Lord. Their names, along with scores of believers in Christ over the centuries, have their names recorded in the&lt;em&gt; “Lamb’s Book of Life”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Revelation 21:27).&lt;/strong&gt; This is the highest award, ‘The Medal of Honor’, which the Christian could ever receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been other faithful men and women in whom The Book of God has come alive, a vast number of those saints have gone on to be with the Lord &lt;strong&gt;(Philippians 1:23).&lt;/strong&gt; There were the pioneer preachers who blazed the trail of Christianity across our nation and their devoted wives who stayed home, reared their children and kept the home fires burning. We have known elders who have committed their lives to the care of the members of a local congregation; deacons who have fulfilled their obligations by serving faithfully in their various roles as servants of the church and Bible teachers who have devoted hours of preparation in order to teach effectively adults and young people the Word of God There are saints who have endured hardships and discouragement over the years yet they have remained faithful to the Lord. And consider the missionaries and their families who often serve the Lord under adverse conditions and do not enjoy the same luxuries of life as other Christians while they live in foreign countries. There are Christian educators who sacrifice much in order to provide an education that includes the teaching of the Bible and opportunities for spiritual growth and Christian fellowship. There are members of the body of Christ who are &lt;em&gt;“steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord… &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;I Corinthians 15:58). &lt;/strong&gt;Christ truly lives in them &lt;strong&gt;(Philippians 1:21)&lt;/strong&gt;. They can say with Paul: &lt;em&gt;“I have been crucified with Christ: it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Galatians 2:20)&lt;/strong&gt;. And when they come to the end of their journey here on this earth they will also declare: &lt;em&gt;“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(2 Timothy 4:6-8).&lt;/strong&gt; Heroes, not really, just devoted soldiers of the cross, ‘doing their job’, and carrying the blood stained banner of their King, the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-5570948314960304119?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/5570948314960304119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=5570948314960304119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/5570948314960304119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/5570948314960304119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/06/war-heroes.html' title='War Heroes'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-6373479748818562014</id><published>2010-04-07T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:20:52.440-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grieving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>"It Was God's Will" (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>No doubt it was a horrendous collision when the 18 wheeler crossed the media and crashed into the van that was carrying several members of the same family and a couple of friends who were on their way to a wedding in Iowa . The dead were identified as belonging to the Mennonite religion. These people manifest a loving and forgiving spirit. An individual who is also a Mennonite stated that the accident that killed a total of eleven people was “God’s will”. In the television movie ‘Amish Grace’ which is about the man who entered an Amish school building and killed several children and the forgiving spirit of the Amish people, one of the elders stated that it was “God who determined who would be killed.” My question is, how did these individuals know that it was God who determined that eleven people be killed in that accident on I-65 in the state of Kentucky and the poor children who were killed by a mad man? Was it true that it was “God’s will” simply because these individuals believe and teach that? Did God reveal this knowledge to these individuals? Where in the Bible does it state that it was “God’s will”? And yet many people who believe in God and in His Word often say to grieving loved ones when a tragedy occurs and takes the life of a family member that it was “God’s will”. What does it mean that it was “God’s will” when a tragedy occurs and lives are lost or someone is crippled for life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you saying that it is “God’s will” when a drunk man lost control of his car and ran over a child who was playing in the front yard at home? I knew of a preacher and an elder who had been studying with a family and who were returning home following the class and were killed by a drunken man who hit their car at a high rate of speed. Was this “God’s will” that these two Christian gentleman lose their lives in this manner? I had a personal friend who was on his way to teach a Bible class in a south Alabama city for a Christian College when two drunks in an automobile came over a hill and hit his car and all three were killed instantly. Was this “God’s will”? Are we to blame God for all the accidents, tragedies and atrocities that occur in this life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually it is Bible believing individuals who exclaim that it was “God’s will” when some tragedy occurs and a loved one dies. While their intention is to express sympathy and compassion to the ones hurting, the person expressing this sentiment may not in fact understand what he is saying. The victims involved in the accident might have been good moral people and believers and family members and friends would have the convictions that the deceased ones had gone to be with the Lord. But have you ever considered the view from the family members of the one who caused the accident when several people were killed? Would they say that it was “God’s will” that he was drunk and driving recklessly and hit a child playing in the yard or that he crossed over to the other lane of traffic and hit another vehicle and killed a person or persons? I think not. At this time authorities do not know why the driver of the 18 wheeler hit the van and killed ten innocent people and himself. He may have been intoxicated, high on drugs, he may have had a heart attack or he may have just been overly tired and fell asleep. The driver may have been a God fearing, Bible believing individual. Are you willing to say that it was ‘God’s will’ that he should kill those ten people in that van? Will he be condemned to eternal perdition because it was ‘God’s will’ that he committed such an awful deed? What I am trying to say is that we should be very careful in attributing every act of violence or the tragedies in life to being “God’s will”. In essence we are blaming God for these occurrences and this alone causes people to wonder what kind of God he is that we love and serve. There are scores of individuals who have become atheists or agnostics due to believing that it was “God’s will” when a child or other family members were killed in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is sovereign. He is Almighty in power and He can do what He chooses to do in this life. But He created man in His own image and one trait that he placed in mankind was the power of choice. God’s sovereignty and man’s volition operate concurrently. God does not force His will on mankind and in contrast mankind can decide not to comply with the will of his Creator. God also established laws of nature and when they are violated there are consequences to be suffered. Gravity, though unseen by human eyes, is a law of God for the good of mankind. If a man who is drunk falls off a high building he will suffer the consequences because he has violated a law of nature. I knew of a fine Christian lady who tripped and fell into the Little River Canyon in north Alabama . She suffered the same consequence as did the drunken man who fell off the high building. Both died because they violated the law of gravity. Was it God’s will that they both die in this manner? Yes, if you understand that all things that happen in this life occur because of the permissive will of God. And when two vehicles traveling at a rate of speed collide there will be terrible results to occur, even the loss of lives. But that does not mean that tragedies occur because God determines such to take place. God does not force a man to drink alcoholic beverages to the point of becoming drunk. That is man’s choice. God does not will that the same drunken individual drive his automobile over an innocent two year old child and kill her. Neither did He determine (over the free will of man) that the driver of an 18 wheeler truck hit the van that killed ten innocent people but He did permit it to happen. And that is a tremendous difference. He allowed it to happen but to say that He determined it so is a world of difference. &lt;em&gt;(To be continued)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-6373479748818562014?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/6373479748818562014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=6373479748818562014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6373479748818562014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6373479748818562014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-was-gods-will-part-1.html' title='&quot;It Was God&apos;s Will&quot; (Part 1)'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-7338086862072029461</id><published>2010-03-22T20:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:21:36.595-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Whenever I Am Afraid</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, I heard the late beloved Franklin Camp deliver a moving sermon as one of the speakers on the Faulkner University Lectureship. I believe the theme of the lectureship that year was, “Blessed Assurance”. Brother Camp was referring to various passages of scriptures that had sustained him over the years. He also related that in the month of May, 1981, he learned that he had to have open-heart surgery. He said that he had to wait twelve days before he could have surgery. While lying on a hospital bed for that length of time, he thought of the great seriousness of this type of surgery. He admitted that he was afraid, realizing the seriousness of the kind of surgery. He then thought of Psalms 56 that was written by David during a very trying time in his life. David had to flee from the presence of Saul who sought to kill him and he also had to deal with the Philistines who wanted him dead. In this particular psalm, David is seeking the help of God to deliver him from those who sought his life. In verses 3 and 4, David writes, &lt;em&gt;“Whenever I am afraid, I will trust in You. In God (I will praise His word), In God I have put my trust; I will not fear. What can flesh do to me?”&lt;/em&gt; Again, in verses 10 and 11, &lt;em&gt;“In God (I will praise His word), In the Lord (I will praise His word), In God I have put my trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?”&lt;/em&gt; Brother Camp noted that David was a strong man, having killed a lion and a bear while protecting his sheep and had killed Goliath the giant (I Samuel 17). Yet, David said that he was afraid. Brother Camp said that if David could be afraid, so could he. But, the encouragement is to be found in the statement, &lt;em&gt;“In God I have put my trust; I will not be afraid.” &lt;/em&gt;Please note that there seemed to have been a progression from verse 3 when David said &lt;em&gt;“I will trust in You”&lt;/em&gt; to verse 11 when he declared &lt;em&gt;“In God have put my trust”.&lt;/em&gt; As I listened to this great man of God confess his fear along with David’s, I thought to myself, if David and brother Camp could be afraid at times, surely I could also be afraid in certain circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, David said that he trusted in God when he was afraid. And, that trust in the Lord will calm the troubled soul. The word trust is mentioned 74 times in the book of Psalm and carries the idea of leaning on and trusting in someone; to have implicit faith and full confidence in another. In Psalm 46:1 we have these beautiful words, &lt;em&gt;“God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble…”&lt;/em&gt; Again David exclaimed, &lt;em&gt;“Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me! For my soul trusts in You; And in the shadow of Your wings I will make my refuge, Until these calamities have passed by”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 57:1). Recently, two of our dear Christian lady friends were diagnosed with breast cancer. The ‘C’ word does not need defining. It is one word that brings fear to our very souls. This passage in Psalm is one that I encourage these ladies and others to read and meditate on and do as David did: &lt;em&gt;“In God (I will praise His word), In the Lord (I will praise His word)”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 56:4, 10). Our Father has promised, &lt;em&gt;“I will never leave you nor forsake you”&lt;/em&gt; (Hebrews 13:5). Go to Him in prayer and leave there your every care and He will uphold you with His everlasting arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The LORD is my strength and my shield;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart trusted in him, and I am helped;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore my heart greatly rejoices;&lt;br /&gt;And with my song will I praise Him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 28:7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-7338086862072029461?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/7338086862072029461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=7338086862072029461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7338086862072029461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7338086862072029461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/03/whenever-i-am-afraid.html' title='Whenever I Am Afraid'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-657241666189857992</id><published>2010-02-26T20:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:22:08.094-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Was It a Sign From Heaven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was about seven o’clock one morning recently when I looked out the glass door toward the backyard and the utility house and I saw something that I had never seen before since moving into this house in the year of 2004. Shinning brightly on the side of the utility house was a circle with a bright cross in the middle of it. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing so I walked hurriedly to my office and got my camera and took some pictures of that scene. I wanted my wife to see what I had seen so she would not think that I was having a hallucination. I thought to myself, people around the world are always ‘seeing’ the face of Jesus in the clouds and even sometimes in pancakes. Of course certain religionists are always seeing the likeness of Mary, the mother of Jesus, in various places and on different substances. So why could I not be the fortunate one this time to have a ‘sign from heaven’ and in this case, a cross. Now I know the cross I saw was not the traditional one on which the Lord was crucified but nevertheless, it was a cross. You can envision that if you turn this cross just a bit, it would be the kind that we believe Jesus was placed on and crucified. The cross that I saw is called &lt;a href="http://www.seiyaku.com/customs/crosses/decussata.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crux Decussata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Crux Decussata comes from decus, Latin for 'distinction', 'honour', 'glory' and 'grace'.”&lt;/em&gt; I must point out that the side of the utility house that had the circle and cross on it was facing west and I was looking east toward the rising of the sun. But was it a sign from heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442741913257507426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S4iA7ufX-mI/AAAAAAAAAfM/VJHesIXCof0/s400/100_1500%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;Man’s nature never changes. We have a strong desire to see in order to believe. When Jesus Christ walked upon this earth, he taught people about the coming of the kingdom of God and performing miracles, there were certain unbelievers who requested that Jesus perform a ‘sign’ for them, seemingly just to satisfy their curiosity. In fact some of His hearers (the Pharisees) had accused Him of performing miracles by the power of Beelzebub and not by the power of the Holy Spirit (Matthew 12:24-32). They also said to Jesus, &lt;em&gt;“Teacher, we want to see a sign from You”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 12:38). The writer Mark record states it in this manner: &lt;em&gt;“Then the Pharisees came out and began to dispute with Him, seeking from Him a sign from heaven, testing Him”&lt;/em&gt; (8:11). So you can plainly understand that their request was not made in sincerity and from honest hearts. The reply from the Lord came swiftly: &lt;em&gt;“But He answered and said to them, “An evil and adulterous generation seeks after a sign, and no sign will be given to it except the sign of the prophet Jonah” &lt;/em&gt;(Matthew 12:39, 40). Jesus spoke in reference to His resurrection from the dead. If the people of His day would not believe in Him because of His miracles and teaching, there remained no further evidence to be given. Jesus knew that even if a dead person returned to the world of the living, such would not necessarily cause faith to be found in the hard hearts of some people. While Jesus lived under the Old Covenant, the Jewish populace was to adhere to the writings of &lt;em&gt;“Moses and the prophets”&lt;/em&gt; (Luke 16:27-31).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apostle John summed up the basic reason (though Jesus often responded because of compassion) for the signs/miracles performed while he was alive. &lt;em&gt;“And truly Jesus did many other signs in the presence of His disciples, which are not written in this book; but these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that believing you may have life in his name”&lt;/em&gt; (John 20:30, 31). After the resurrection of our Lord, He sent His apostles on a world wide mission to preach the good news of His death for the sins of the world and His resurrection (Matthew 28:19, 20; Mark 16:15, 16). &lt;em&gt;“And they went out and preached everywhere, the Lord working with them and confirming the word through the accompanying signs. Amen” &lt;/em&gt;(Mark 16:20). The Hebrew writer had reference to the teaching of the Lord and the apostles and the reason for the miraculous signs in their work: &lt;em&gt;“How shall we escape if we neglect so great a salvation, which at the first began to be spoken by the Lord, and was confirmed to us by those who heard Him, God also bearing witness both with signs and wonders, with various miracles, and gifts of the Holy Spirit, according to His own will”&lt;/em&gt; (Hebrews 2:3, 4)? The word&lt;em&gt; “confirm”&lt;/em&gt; means &lt;em&gt;“to establish the truth, accuracy, validity, or genuineness of; corroborate; verify.”&lt;/em&gt; So the deity of Jesus was established by His signs and wonders; and, the word that the Holy Spirit gave to the apostles was confirmed by miracles. Therefore, there is no longer a necessity for ‘signs from heaven’ or from any other source. Today we do not need any likeness of Jesus, a shroud, pieces of His cross or perhaps His robe. When Thomas saw Jesus following His resurrection, Jesus said to him, &lt;em&gt;“Thomas, because you have seen Me, you have believed. Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed&lt;/em&gt;” (John 20:29). The faith we have comes from the word of God and not from any ‘signs from heaven’ (Romans 10:17). The apostle Paul declared in 2 Corinthians 5:7, &lt;em&gt;“For we walk by faith, not by sight.”&lt;/em&gt; The Christian’s faith rests upon objective truth found in the inspired word of God, and not by subjective feelings that might arise from seeing ‘signs from heaven’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442741909178277442" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S4iA7fSz3kI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XpV7i0IqxK4/s400/100_1498%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;Oh, my ‘sign from heaven’ occurred when the rays of the morning sun shined on a window on my house and was reflected then to the utility house. The reason that this had never occurred before was because there had been a Bartlett pear tree shielding the sun rays from doing such but my neighbor had the tree removed several months ago. It is amazing how the reflection of the sun rays on the window pane and frame caused the circle and a cross to appear on my utility house. Maybe the major reason was to say to me that X marks the spot where I need to do some painting just below the window on the utility house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-657241666189857992?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/657241666189857992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=657241666189857992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/657241666189857992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/657241666189857992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/02/was-it-sign-from-heaven.html' title='Was It a Sign From Heaven?'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S4iA7ufX-mI/AAAAAAAAAfM/VJHesIXCof0/s72-c/100_1500%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-8819269994256657842</id><published>2010-02-12T16:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:23:17.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Snow, Beautiful Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S3Xws2iGVbI/AAAAAAAAAec/ojasK8tyQz4/s1600-h/111.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437516778463188402" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S3Xws2iGVbI/AAAAAAAAAec/ojasK8tyQz4/s400/111.bmp" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I. &lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;a. This subject is on the mind of most everyone today (February 12, 2010).&lt;br /&gt;b. It is rare when we do have snow this far south.&lt;br /&gt;c. Remember other occasions&lt;br /&gt;i. Opp, Al. March 14, 1973. (6 – 8”)&lt;br /&gt;ii. Prattville, Al. March 14, 1993 (6”).&lt;br /&gt;iii. As a boy in north Georgia .&lt;br /&gt;d. Snow is the handiwork of God and shows His Almighty power.&lt;br /&gt;i. Psalms 148:8 – &lt;em&gt;“Fire and hail, snow and vapor; Stormy wind, fulfilling his word…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. The word SNOW is mentioned 20 times in the Bible. 5 times in the book of Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. &lt;strong&gt;THE POWER OF GOD IS MANIFESTED IN THE FIELD OF PHYSICAL SCIENCE.&lt;/strong&gt;a. God asked 40 questions in Job 38 that are still marvelous today&lt;br /&gt;i. Job 38:22 – &lt;em&gt;“Have you entered the treasury of snow, Or have you seen the treasury of hail…”&lt;/em&gt;ii. Suggests the availability of snow and also the importance of the quality of snow. Snow collects nitrates, free ammonia, etc.&lt;br /&gt;b. The source of the snow is God.&lt;br /&gt;i. Job 37:6 – &lt;em&gt;“For He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth’; Likewise to the gentle rain and the heavy rain of His strength.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Snow could be found in Palestine…In the mountain ranges of Lebanon and Mount Hermon .&lt;br /&gt;d. Also in the city of Jerusalem .&lt;br /&gt;i. Proverbs 31:21 – &lt;em&gt;“She is not afraid of snow for her household, For all her household is clothed with scarlet.”&lt;/em&gt;ii. Proverbs 25:13 – &lt;em&gt;“Like the cold of snow in time of harvest is a faithful messenger to those who him for he refreshes the souls of his masters.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. &lt;strong&gt;SNOW IS CONNECTED WITH THE THOUGHT OF PUNISHMENT.&lt;/strong&gt;a. Miriam – Numbers 12:9, 10 – &lt;em&gt;“So the anger of the Lord was aroused against them, and He departed. And when the cloud departed from above the tabernacle, suddenly Miriam became leprous, as white as snow. Then Aaron turned toward Miriam, and there she was, a leper.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. The end of the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;i. Job 24:19 – &lt;em&gt;“As drought and heat consume the snow waters, so the grave consumes those who have sinned.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;IV. &lt;strong&gt;SNOW CONNECTED WITH DEITY AND ANGELS.&lt;/strong&gt;a. On the mount of transfiguration.&lt;br /&gt;i. Mark 9:3 – &lt;em&gt;“His clothes became shining, exceedingly white, like snow, such as no launderer on earth can whiten them.”&lt;/em&gt;ii. Revelation 1:14 – &lt;em&gt;“His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes like a flame of fire…”&lt;/em&gt;b. Angels&lt;br /&gt;i. Matthew 28:3 – &lt;em&gt;“His countenance was like lightning and his clothing as white as snow.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;V. &lt;strong&gt;SNOW CONNECTED WITH THE GUILT OF MAN’S SIN AND HIS INABILITY TO RID HIMSELF OF THE STAIN OF SIN.&lt;/strong&gt;a. Job 9:30 – &lt;em&gt;“If I wash myself with snow water, and cleanse my hands with soap, Yet You will plunge me into the pit, and my own clothes will abhor me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;VI. &lt;strong&gt;SNOW CONNECTED WITH THE FORGIVENESS OF SINS.&lt;/strong&gt;a. Isaiah 1:18 – &lt;em&gt;“Come now, and let us reason together,” says the Lord, “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”&lt;/em&gt;b. Psalms 51:2, 7 – &lt;em&gt;“Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.” “Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Zechariah 13:1 – &lt;em&gt;“In that day a fountain shall be opened for the house of David and for the inhabitants of Jerusalem , for sin and uncleanness.”&lt;/em&gt;d. Matthew 26:28; John 1:29; Ephesians 1:7; I John 1:7.&lt;br /&gt;e. Song: “There is a Fountain Filled with Blood”&lt;br /&gt;f. The blood of Christ cleanses us for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;i. Revelation 7:13, 14 –&lt;em&gt; “Then one of the elders answered saying to me, “Who are these arrayed in white robes, and where did they come from?” And I said to him, “Sir, you know.” So he said to me, “These are the ones who come out of the great tribulation, and washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.”&lt;/em&gt;g. Song: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITER THAN SNOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;&lt;br /&gt;I want Thee forever to live in my soul;&lt;br /&gt;Break down ev’ry idol, cast out ev’ry foe:&lt;br /&gt;Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies,&lt;br /&gt;And help me to make a complete sacrifice;&lt;br /&gt;I give up myself and whatever I know:&lt;br /&gt;Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, Thou see-est I patiently wait;&lt;br /&gt;Come now, and within me a new heart create;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have sought Thee,&lt;br /&gt;Thou never saidst No:&lt;br /&gt;Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.&lt;br /&gt;Whiter than snow, Yes, Whiter than snow;&lt;br /&gt;Now wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437516793023161394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S3Xwtsxd5DI/AAAAAAAAAek/qwMjJU0J_Pk/s400/1111.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;Our humble abode and our neighborhood~&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437516772657432882" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S3Xwsg55iTI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5clYOioCQj4/s400/11.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-8819269994256657842?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/8819269994256657842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=8819269994256657842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/8819269994256657842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/8819269994256657842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-beautiful-snow.html' title='Snow, Beautiful Snow'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S3Xws2iGVbI/AAAAAAAAAec/ojasK8tyQz4/s72-c/111.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-1351934742622424637</id><published>2010-02-09T23:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:25:11.100-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carolyn Benson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Byron Benson'/><title type='text'>Byron's Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436490770757361266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S3JLjV-unnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-BHM1ojWkuk/s400/image0%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 374px;" /&gt;He had just completed his freshman year at Alabama Christian College and she had just completed the eleventh grade in the ACC High School. It did not matter with either one of them that Carolyn was only sixteen years old; they were madly in love with one another. Her parents gave their consent for them to marry but they had to ‘sign’ for her in order for them to obtain their marriage license. There was a song during the 50's that went something like –&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They tried to tell us we're too young&lt;br /&gt;Too young to really be in love&lt;br /&gt;They say that love's a word&lt;br /&gt;A word we've only heard&lt;br /&gt;But can't begin to know the meaning of&lt;br /&gt;And yet we're not too young to know&lt;br /&gt;This love will last though years may go&lt;br /&gt;And then some day they may recall&lt;br /&gt;We were not too young at all&lt;br /&gt;And yet we're not too young to know&lt;br /&gt;This love will last though years may go&lt;br /&gt;And then some day they may recall&lt;br /&gt;We were not too young at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their marriage lasted for over 52 years. Their love had staying power. Byron cared for and provided for his beloved. Carolyn stayed largely in the background. You would likely see her rather than hear her. Byron was just the opposite. You saw and heard him! She was a devoted wife and added to that, she was a preacher’s wife which is most demanding in various ways. She could say, as did Ruth , “Where you go, I will go…” She was a talented individual. She was an artist and she created a series of Bible study material for use at the Grady church where they labored for some 36 years. While Carolyn was of a quiet disposition she had convictions. She was a very sweet Christian lady and a joy to know. She had many friends who loved her dearly. Carolyn was a devoted mother and grandmother. Her sons, Lee and Blaine, and their wives, Layla and Patty, will testify to that truth. She loved to go up to their property on Lake Martin and enjoy the quietness and the beauty of the scenery.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436490771668733986" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S3JLjZYBECI/AAAAAAAAAeM/AxXObs5jd9M/s400/image8%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 333px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;Bryon and Carolyn, Roger and Helen, Virginia and I often ate out together, especially on birthdays and wedding anniversaries. We had been friends for over 50 years. In fact, Virginia and I helped to sing at the wedding of Byron and Carolyn back in August of 1957 in the old West End church building in Montgomery. In the picture of the ACC Chorus you will find Carolyn on the first row, Roger and Byron were standing by one another (yes, they had slender faces) on the back row. I was standing on the second row on the end. Virginia had been in the chorus for two years but was now working and Helen was at home caring for a child. Incidentally this picture was taken in the Capitol Heights church building where Byron preached for five years.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436490766873142562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S3JLjHgqJSI/AAAAAAAAAd8/yJpTWG5e4ac/s400/100_0414%5B1%5D.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 287px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;Byron and Carolyn had been apart for a little over five months. He died on August 24, 2009 and she passed from this life on February 3, 2010. Several artists recorded a love song that was popular many years ago and I think it is suitable for this occasion because we have the blessed assurance that our dear friends are now together in the eternal care of our Heavenly Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together again&lt;br /&gt;My tears have stopped falling&lt;br /&gt;The long lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;Are now at an end&lt;br /&gt;The key to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You hold in your hand&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;We're together again&lt;br /&gt;Together again&lt;br /&gt;The gray skies are gone&lt;br /&gt;You’re back in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Now where you belong&lt;br /&gt;The love that I knew&lt;br /&gt;Is living again&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;We're together again&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;We're together again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-1351934742622424637?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/1351934742622424637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=1351934742622424637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1351934742622424637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1351934742622424637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/02/byrons-beloved.html' title='Byron&apos;s Beloved'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S3JLjV-unnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-BHM1ojWkuk/s72-c/image0%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-4133871887718264967</id><published>2010-01-30T11:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:25:48.066-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earthquakes'/><title type='text'>Earthquakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S2RsXWhwDlI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZDLudqZLOg4/s1600-h/earthquake2-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432586198955593298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S2RsXWhwDlI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZDLudqZLOg4/s640/earthquake2-main_Full.jpg" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The devastating earthquakes that occur in various countries from time to time and destroy cities and kill thousands of people makes us realize more and more the uncertainty of life. The magnitude of destruction wrought by such force is overwhelming. There is a scripture I want to mention presently that deals with a particular earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sixteenth chapter of the book of Acts, the account is given of the conversion of a Philippian jailor and his household. The jailor, a gentile, was a non-believer in the deity of Jesus Christ. The day that Paul and Silas were beaten and cast into prison was perhaps an ordinary one for the jailor. While the day may have started out like any other day for this particular person, it certainly did not end in a common fashion. Something transpired that transformed the life of this Roman citizen and the lives of his loved ones. Something drastically happened. An earthquake occurred in this man’s life. It was a literal tremor, a movement of the earth that the shook the foundation of the building that housed those people in the prison. The jailor was awakened by this event and was about to take his own life because he thought his prisoners had escaped. Paul prevented this tragedy by shouting, &lt;em&gt;“Do thyself no harm; for we are all here!”&lt;/em&gt; It was at this time that the jailor sprang forth and asked the most important question: &lt;em&gt;“Sirs, what must I do to be saved?”&lt;/em&gt;After hearing and believing the gospel, this man and his family were baptized into Jesus Christ for the remission of their sins (Acts 16:30-34; Mark 16:15, 16). The jailor began the day unsaved but concluded it by being redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Something wonderful came out of what seemed to be a truly horrible experience in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into every life, sometime, somewhere, somehow, ‘earthquakes’ occur. Not necessarily literal, physical movements of the earth, but events that can help to change our lives, if we accept them in a positive manner. These ‘earthquakes’ come in various forms. There was the death of a teenage son that caused his parents to turn to Jesus. A man was operated on and it was discovered that he had cancer. He repented of sins and came back to the Lord. Three months later he died. The person who lost all his material wealth realized for the first time that he had been trusting in the wrong values in life. He sought then the true riches in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedies and trials can become blessings in disguise if we permit God to work in our lives (Romans 8:28 ). David stated &lt;em&gt;“Before I was afflicted I went astray; But now I observe thy word.” &lt;/em&gt;He even declared, &lt;em&gt;“It is good for me that I have been afflicted; that I may learn thy statues”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalms 119:67, 71).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gospel of Christ is God’s power to save (Romans 1:16 ). But, ‘earthquakes’ that come into our lives can and often do motivate people to realize their plight in life without God. It is then that we should seek the salvation that is the Savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-4133871887718264967?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/4133871887718264967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=4133871887718264967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/4133871887718264967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/4133871887718264967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/01/earthquakes.html' title='Earthquakes'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S2RsXWhwDlI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZDLudqZLOg4/s72-c/earthquake2-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-6546741829748528687</id><published>2010-01-19T09:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:26:27.950-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>"I'm Drinking From My Saucer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;‘CAUSE MY CUP HAS OVERFLOWED”&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428478325365627314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S1XURo5TWbI/AAAAAAAAAck/V7pa1ad7Ecc/s400/untitled.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was a lad I often saw men pour coffee from their cups into their saucers. The reason being was to permit the coffee to cool because it was boiling hot. I can almost hear them slurping the coffee from their saucers. But the title of this article is based on a religious song that emphasizes the goodness of God. I feel sure that the thought for the song was found in Psalm 23:5 when David wrote, &lt;em&gt;“My cup runs over.”&lt;/em&gt; There is an outstanding statement made by the apostle Paul as found in I Corinthians 3:21, &lt;em&gt;“Whether Paul or Apollos or Cephas, or the world or life or death, or things present or things to come –all are yours.”&lt;/em&gt; The fact is you have been made richer than you have ever imagined. I am not necessarily thinking about the physical or material blessings of life, even though we are recipients of multitude of blessings from our Heavenly Father (James 1:17). But if you have given your life in full submission to the will of God and the Lord Jesus Christ as a penitent baptized believer, you are rich toward God. A child of God is &lt;em&gt;“rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom”&lt;/em&gt; (James 2:5). Jesus said &lt;em&gt;“I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly”&lt;/em&gt; (John 10:10). We have been made &lt;em&gt;“alive together with Christ”&lt;/em&gt; (Ephesians 2:5). We are a &lt;em&gt;“holy priesthood”&lt;/em&gt; and a &lt;em&gt;“royal priesthood” (I&lt;/em&gt; Peter 2:5, 9). Jesus Christ has made us to be &lt;em&gt;“a kingdom”&lt;/em&gt; (Revelation 1:5). No wonder we are “drinking from my saucer ‘cause my cup has overflowed.” The apostle Paul wrote in Ephesians 1:3, &lt;em&gt;“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ.”&lt;/em&gt; Listed below are just a few of the spiritual blessings we possess and enjoy in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;We have been saved by the grace of God through the blood of His Son Jesus Christ.&lt;/u&gt; Ephesians 2:5, &lt;em&gt;“by grace you have been saved”&lt;/em&gt;. Ephesians 1:7, &lt;em&gt;“In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;The blood of Christ continues to cleanse the faithful children of God.&lt;/u&gt; I John 1:7, &lt;em&gt;“But if we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;We are children of God by faith in Jesus Christ.&lt;/u&gt; Galatians 3:26, 27, &lt;em&gt;“For you are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus. For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;We are members of the body of Christ which is His church.&lt;/u&gt; Colossians 1:18, &lt;em&gt;“And He is the head of the body, the church, who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in all thing He may have the preeminence.”&lt;/em&gt; I Corinthians 12:13, &lt;em&gt;“For by one Spirit we were all baptized into one body – whether Jews or Greeks, whether slaves or free – and have all been made to drink into one Spirit.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5.&lt;u&gt; We have a peace of mind that surpasses understanding.&lt;/u&gt; Philippians 4:7, &lt;em&gt;“And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;We have the promise that God will be our provider and protector.&lt;/u&gt; Matthew 6:33, &lt;em&gt;“But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.”&lt;/em&gt; Hebrews 13:5, 6, &lt;em&gt;“Let your conduct be without covetousness; be content with such things as you have. For He Himself has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.&lt;/em&gt;” So we may boldly say:&lt;em&gt; “The Lord is my helper; I will not fear. What can man do to me?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. &lt;u&gt;We have the hope of eternal life.&lt;/u&gt; Romans 8:24, 25, &lt;em&gt;“For we were saved in this hope, but hope that is seen is not hope; for why does one still hope for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with perseverance.”&lt;/em&gt; I John 5:11, 12, 13, &lt;em&gt;“And this is the testimony: that God has given us eternal life, and this life is in His Son. He who has the Son has life; he who does not have the Son of God does not have life. These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. &lt;u&gt;We have the promise that God will hear and answer our prayers.&lt;/u&gt; I John 5:14, 15, &lt;em&gt;“Now this is the confidence that we have in Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. And if we know that He hears us, whatever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we have asked of Him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. &lt;u&gt;He will grant us strength to face the many trials, tribulations and temptations in this life.&lt;/u&gt; Romans 5:3, &lt;em&gt;“And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope.”&lt;/em&gt; Afflictions in life can actually contribute to our spiritual growth in Christ. Psalms 119:67, &lt;em&gt;“Before I was afflicted I went astray, But now I keep Your word.” &lt;/em&gt;Psalms 119:71, &lt;em&gt;“It is good for me that I have been afflicted, That I may learn Your statutes.” &lt;/em&gt;I Corinthians 10:13, &lt;em&gt;“No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape, that you may be able to bear it.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;10. &lt;u&gt;For Christians, death is our passage way from this world to life everlasting.&lt;/u&gt; To the unsaved death is the beginning of eternal suffering but the child of God knows that it is the beginning of eternal bliss with God, Jesus Christ and the redeemed of all the ages. Philippians 1:21, 23, &lt;em&gt;“For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;“For I am hard-pressed between the two, having a desire to depart and be with Christ, which is far better.”&lt;/em&gt; Revelation 14:13, &lt;em&gt;“Then I heard a voice from heaven saying to me, “Write: ‘Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now.’” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “that they may rest from their labors, and their works follow them.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because the Lord Jesus Christ gave His life on Calvary that we have become rich in Him and possess the manifold spiritual blessings that God has given to us. &lt;em&gt;“For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor, that you through His poverty might become rich.”&lt;/em&gt; My, my cup is really running over and I indeed have to drink from my saucer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-6546741829748528687?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/6546741829748528687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=6546741829748528687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6546741829748528687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6546741829748528687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-drinking-from-my-saucer.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Drinking From My Saucer&quot;'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/S1XURo5TWbI/AAAAAAAAAck/V7pa1ad7Ecc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-6861317099396418536</id><published>2009-12-03T20:28:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:27:22.180-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grieving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helen Gray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death of a Child'/><title type='text'>Have You Hugged Your Child Today?</title><content type='html'>I know that this question has been asked millions of times and has been around for many years but it is still a legitimate question. It was on a Sunday night that a friend called and informed us of a tragedy that affected a great number of relatives and even a greater number of friends. It is such a sad story that lingers in your heart and very hard to dismiss from your thoughts even when you retire at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and Kristy Gray and their precious little princess Helen had been to visit grandparents, great-grandparents and other relatives in Alabama and were on their way home in Winder, Georgia on Sunday afternoon following Thanksgiving Day when traffic on I85 in Georgia slowed almost to a halt for some unknown reason. It was then a driver hit the rear of their van at a high rate of speed and the impact was so strong that the almost three year old Helen was killed immediately. Kristy, the mother and wife, was critically injured while Brian was knocked unconscious. In a moment of time their world was turned upside down. Kristy is facing several surgeries on her back but there is the possibility that she may never walk again. Their families have gathered to render support in any way that they can. Friends and complete strangers are praying daily for this fine Christian couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately emailed our four children and asked them to hug our grandchildren for their grandparents and while doing that, hug one another. All of our grandchildren live hundreds of miles from us. I watched a video of our youngest grandchild Annie sing a song about 'Grandparents Day’ at her school in Colorado Springs that her father had sent us. I felt so strongly that I needed to hug a child that I went across the street to visit friends who have three children, the youngest being a beautiful girl named Josie Lee, age seventeen months, and she came to me and I gave her a big hug. The Lord Jesus Christ loved children. When He was asked &lt;em&gt;“Who then is greatest in the kingdom of heaven?”&lt;/em&gt; He then &lt;em&gt;“called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, and said, “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will no means enter the kingdom of heaven. “Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. “Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me” &lt;/em&gt;(Matthew 18:1-5). In Matthew 19:13-15 we read, &lt;em&gt;“Then little children were brought to Him that He might put His hands on them and pray, but the disciples rebuked them. But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;And He laid His hands on them and departed from there.”&lt;/em&gt; No doubt heaven will be greatly populated by little children who died in their innocence. The ‘little princess’ Helen is now safe in the arms of Jesus. The death of a child or a grandchild must be one of the most difficult things to deal with in this life. Our tears and heartaches are for those loved ones who remain on this side of eternity. While many of us cannot empathize with Brian and Kristy, we do weep with them (Romans 12:15). I encourage you to send a card to Brian and Kristy Gray at 1421 Langdon Park Court , Winder, Georgia 30680. And be sure to hug your children today.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411232477769701186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SxiPRMKFF0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/1KJe1vDAriI/s400/1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugs From Heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you feel a gentle breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caress you when you sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a hug sent from Heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From your loved one way up high.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If a soft and tender raindrop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lands upon your nose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's added a small kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As fragile as a rose. &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411202431858976258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/Sxhz8SavJgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5YSXk8AluFc/s400/11.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 53px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 65px;" /&gt;If a song you hear fills you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a feeling of sweet love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a hug sent from Heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From someone special up above.&lt;br /&gt;If you awaken in the morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a bluebird's chirping song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's music sent from Heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To cheer you all day long. &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411202429971171554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/Sxhz8LYpiOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-FzFKWpLfvc/s400/11.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 53px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 65px;" /&gt;If tiny little snowflakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Land upon your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a hug sent from Heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trimmed with Angel lace.&lt;br /&gt;So keep the joy in your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're lonely my dear parents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugs that are sent from Heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A broken heart will mend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Charlotte Anselmo ~&lt;br /&gt;(Slightly edited by me, RE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-6861317099396418536?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/6861317099396418536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=6861317099396418536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6861317099396418536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6861317099396418536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-you-hugged-your-child-today.html' title='Have You Hugged Your Child Today?'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SxiPRMKFF0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/1KJe1vDAriI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-8218732872031907209</id><published>2009-11-19T20:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:27:56.263-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SwYDfSS1GWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/22NGyT9yen0/s1600/isaiah12_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406012238726502754" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SwYDfSS1GWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/22NGyT9yen0/s400/isaiah12_4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the Psalmist who declared, &lt;em&gt;“What shall I render unto Jehovah for all his benefits toward me? I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of Jehovah…I will offer to thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving and call upon the name of Jehovah”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 116:12, 13, 17). It was said that the Lord sent two angels to earth to gather the petitions and thanksgivings made by his followers. Both angels returned to heaven in distress. The angel bearing the petitions was truly weighted down with his burden. The other angel bringing the prayers of thanksgivings was nearly empty handed. The lesson is obvious and clear. Most of God’s children are more apt to make requests, petitions and supplications rather than the giving of thanks. This is often the case in private and public prayers. We need to listen to our prayers and note that this is true. Our brothers who lead the public prayers during our assemblies should express gratitude to God for all the blessings we have in Jesus (Ephesians 1:3) on behalf of the congregation. It is sad to observe that this is not done very much. I remember hearing a fellow preacher lead prayers in two different assemblies during gospel meetings wherein he never gave thanks for the grace and love of God. It is so needful that we all express our gratitude to our gracious heavenly Father for all of life’s blessings that flow so freely from His bountiful hand of grace (James 1:17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways by which we all can be more positive in rendering thanksgiving unto God. We need to enumerate daily our blessings of life rather than dwell on the injuries, disappointments, trials and sorrows that we have experienced. When we think in this manner we chase away the negative thoughts from our minds. Express in your private prayers the gratitude in your heart for your family, friends, food, shelter, raiment, opportunities, freedom and a thousand other things that God has given you. Your daily life should be in the likeness of Jesus Christ. Such will indicate your thankfulness for His death for you. Your countenance of happiness and your trusting manner of life will show others that you are thankful to God for His unmerited favor. Our songs in worship should be filled with praise and adoration to God and the Lamb. Sadly to say, most of our songs are focused on heaven and of exhorting one another. This is not to say that such should not be done but to leave songs of praise to God out of our singing is not right. It would be good if our song leaders began our worship assemblies with songs of praise to God. Our public prayers should burst forth with such expressions as we assemble to render our homage and devotion to God with awe and godly fear. We should carefully read the book of Psalms and notice how much space is devoted to the praise of the Lord God even when the writer was experiencing trials and tribulations in his life. His life was filled with thanksgiving and so should ours. David wrote in Psalm 95:2, “Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving…: Again he stated in Psalm 100:4, &lt;em&gt;“Enter into his gates with thanksgiving…”&lt;/em&gt; and in Psalm 69:30, &lt;em&gt;“I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANKFUL HEART&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lift my heart to Thee, O God,&lt;br /&gt;In gratitude and praise&lt;br /&gt;For all Thy blessings of the past,&lt;br /&gt;And those of future days –&lt;br /&gt;For well I know if I shall live,&lt;br /&gt;Thy blessings still shall flow&lt;br /&gt;Across my soul in greater joy&lt;br /&gt;Than I could ever know.&lt;br /&gt;I thank Thee for my faithful friends,&lt;br /&gt;For sunshine and the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And every blessing hid or seen,&lt;br /&gt;Though some may come through pain.&lt;br /&gt;O God, accept my thanks to Thee&lt;br /&gt;Each time I come to pray,&lt;br /&gt;And grant each day that I shall live&lt;br /&gt;Will be Thanksgiving Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ F. W. Davis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-8218732872031907209?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/8218732872031907209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=8218732872031907209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/8218732872031907209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/8218732872031907209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SwYDfSS1GWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/22NGyT9yen0/s72-c/isaiah12_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-1471045537665897992</id><published>2009-11-07T09:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:29:17.553-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van Ingram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jr.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obituary for Van B. Ingram, Jr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~By Rebecca Click, a daughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van B. Ingram, Jr. was born on June 22, 1922 in Montgomery, Alabama, to Van B. Ingram, Sr. and Bessie Furlong Ingram. He died at home in on October 4, 2009, surrounded by his loving wife Gloria Peters Ingram and other members of his devoted family. He is preceded in death by his parents and a great grandchild William Hunter Lawrence. He is survived by his wife of almost 65 years Gloria Ingram, three children: Tom (Cindy) Ingram of Knoxville, Tennessee; Rebecca (Paul) Click of Vernon, Alabama; Patsy (Steve) Webber of Vernon, Alabama; two sisters Norene Brock of Murfreesboro and Virginia Guthrie of Birmingham, Alabama, and Glynn Ingram of Nashville, Tennessee, 11 grandchildren, and 11 great-grandchildren. They include three namesakes, grandson Andrew Van Click and his son Van Alexander Click and great-grandson Charles Ingram Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interment was at Bethel church of Christ in Vernon, Alabama with Jesse Phillips, Mike Nix, Nesbitt Sanford, and Jeff Harvill speaking at services. The family had asked that in lieu of flowers donations be made to Agape of North Alabama and Mt. Dora Christian Home and Bible School, two of the works about which he was passionate and into which he poured much of his energy. These donations are still coming and continue the legacy of service to these good works by "Daddy Van" (the name given to him by the children at Tennessee Orphans' Home in the 70's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stricken as a child with diphtheria and subsequent chronic joint problems, he endured much pain and numerous surgical procedures during his productive life as a gospel preacher and family services social worker. Rather than let these physical challenges stop him, he allowed the Lord to use them to strengthen him and enable him with an extraordinary ability to feel the pain of others. He developed a keen sense of humor and a fairness that helped him see things from the other person's point of view. He had that rare and valuable ability to accept others as he found them, even as he was helping them to change. He loved to work with his hands and the family treasures items he crafted in his woodworking shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He married Gloria, the love of his life and faithful helpmeet in all his work, on December 17, 1944. He wrote eloquently about her and what her constant help and encouragement meant to him in Our Families Magazine. She served as his secretary and "assistant counselor", as well as being faithful wife, mother, first lady to him in his leadership roles, and hostess to many visitors in their home. Their longest staying "guest" was Jimmie, a foster daughter who lived with the family for two years before marrying to begin her own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingram began preaching at a young age at West End, his home congregation in Montgomery. He was in the first graduating class of Montgomery Bible College and continued his education at David Lipscomb College with a BA in 1964 and the University of Tennessee in 1966 with a Masters in Social Work. He preached for congregations in Alabama, Florida, Georgia, and Tennessee. He loved preaching and worked hard in full-time work through 1960, when he left the thriving congregation in East Point, Georgia to pursue the education that would prepare him to work more extensively in his burning desire to help heal hurting children and families. He served as an elder in four congregations throughout the years. Demonstrating his wonderful ability to multi-task (he credited Gloria with facilitating that) he supervised the boys dormitory at Lipscomb and preached for Woodson Chapel for four years while finishing his bachelor's degree, then continued to preach for an additional two years as he completed his Masters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This education equipped him to begin officially the works he did so diligently and in which he became a Christian pioneer. He moved to Mt. Dora, Florida where he was pivotal in instituting full services in child care. After six years there, he went to work with Greater Chattanooga Christian Services, a non residential care program in child and family services. From there he was persuaded to go to Tennessee Orphans Home where he saw that full services, including adoption and foster care were instituted. His support in these efforts was evident in the fact that contributions to TOH were the highest in the Home's history during the years he served there. Upon leaving TOH, Ingram was offered several secular positions in social services, but could not leave his love of ministering to the hurting through the avenue of church programs. Agape of North Alabama employed him to work with them as Director from 1974-1988. In addition to his responsibilities directing and raising funds for that work, he consulted and helped establish several other full service programs supported by the churches of Christ throughout the Southeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1988, when Ingram retired from Agape, board member Emmitt Sanders, dubbed him "Mr. Agape" because of the huge contributions that he had made in making this agency a strong force in family and child care. Ingram was a trail blazer in moving church sponsored programs into full services through which every resource, including extensive counseling and optimal use of foster and adoptive homes, was used to help children--his tireless work this side of the Mississippi mirrored what Bro. John White was doing on the other side of the river. Ingram leaves a legacy because of the many lives he touched and also because of the mentoring and training he gave to individuals who continue to use the lessons learned from this giant in the Lord's service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon "retirement" Van and Gloria moved to Lamar County, Alabama, where he was supported part-time to provide counseling to anyone in need of it as a service of the church. They also began their work with Sojourners, travelling in their own RV to meet the needs of churches, schools and Christian camps. While in this endeavor, he and Gloria coordinated the Sojourners Workshop in Florida for several years. He also answered a call from the church in Spring Hill, Florida to do mission work as full-time minister there from 1995-1998. He completed his full-time pulpit ministry in 2005. He demonstrated his diligence to the Word when, even in his last years of preaching, he prepared new sermons, even though he had hundreds in his files that he had presented. He was valued as a visiting speaker in meetings and workshops, especially on the Home and Family as he gained experience and expertise in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work of this mighty man of God has touched countless lives through the years, and many of you have communicated these thoughts to the family during this time of loss. The family expresses deep appreciation for all the many acts of kindness, including the generous donations to Agape and Mt. Dora. While Mrs. Ingram has the reputation of being a diligent correspondent, she is working to re-build her health and is unable to communicate as readily as she would like at this time. She and the family would like for the many friends and supporters of their work to know that she is deeply grateful for every single sweet sentiment expressed during this difficult time. Clearly, the Lord has a special place in his heart for the helpless, especially widows and orphans, and the family is thankful for the tenderness you are showing to Van Ingram's widow and your remembrances of their life-work of serving "orphans".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-1471045537665897992?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/1471045537665897992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=1471045537665897992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1471045537665897992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1471045537665897992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/11/obituary-for-van-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-3200531877808793753</id><published>2009-10-08T19:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:30:17.390-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister Snell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister Jones'/><title type='text'>Young Hearts at 201 Years Old ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now before you jump to any conclusion, I am speaking about two lovely Christian ladies who have served the Lord Jesus Christ faithfully for many, many years. I was associated with these beautiful ladies for some 29 years while serving as the preacher for the two congregations where they are members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak, first of all, of sister Gertrude Jones who is a member of the congregation in the city of Opp, Alabama . I met sister Jones when the family and I moved to that city in 1971. This sweet lady endeared herself to my family because of her kindness and gentleness. We ate in her home during gospel meetings with the visiting preacher and on many other occasions. She loves our children very much. Even now she will ask about them. Sister Jones informed me of her sister who was bedridden and asked me to visit her which I did regularly until her death. This act contributed to our closeness because she was so thankful for my doing so. Sister Jones was always busy visiting and helping her neighbors and brothers and sisters in Christ. She was indeed concerned with the needs of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved from Opp in 1983 to Prattville . Over the years Virginia and I have visited with sister Gertrude. I remember one visit when she was in her early 90s. She said to me that it was difficult to get someone to go visiting with her because most of her friends had died that were in her age group. But she informed me that she still cooked food and carried it to the ‘elderly’ people. Now that really impressed me and caused me to smile. “Gert”, as her close friends call her now resides in a nursing home. She celebrated her 100th birthday anniversary with family and friends in July of this year. A couple of months ago Virginia and I visited with her. She was in bed and she looked frail in body but her reception was as cheerful as ever. She welcomed us in deep emotions with her usual greeting, “You are just like family to me.” And that feeling is mutual.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390387526651621250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/Ss6A5V_EL4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/lBoDU6GYIi8/s400/11.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;The second Christian lady of whom I speak is sister Dessie Snell, a member of the Prattville church of Christ . She might be affectionately called the ‘card lady’. For nearly seventeen years she would often call me on Monday mornings to inquire about someone’s address that had been mentioned as sick or of someone who had been visiting with us during the Sunday assemblies. I can still hear her as she began speaking in her sweet voice, “Hello Brother Elliott….” I knew immediately why she was calling me. It was in February of 1983 that we moved to work with the Prattville congregation. In May, 1983, we were invited to attend her birthday party. She was only 75 years old. This year she celebrated her 101st birthday anniversary with family and friends!&lt;/div&gt;Over the years she has sent thousands of cards to the sick, sorrowing, visitors, new members, and for special occasions like birthdays and anniversaries. Just recently we received a sweet card from her. She is apologetic that she just can’t do as much as she once did. While in good health and even when she didn’t feel well you would always see her sitting up near the front during the worship assemblies. If her health would permit her she would be in attendance even now. She informed me that she is presently trying to meet the challenge of reading the Bible through in forty days. She loves to have company. You always feel blessed by being in her presence. I thank God for her wonderful Christian example.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390387523705463778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/Ss6A5LApY-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wCcUJSnO93U/s400/1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 288px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;I have endeavored over the years to ask God in my daily prayers to bless our aged saints. So many like sister Jones and sister Snell have strengthened and encouraged me by their kind words and holy and dedicated lives in Jesus Christ. I have learned more from them than I have ever taught them in my preaching. I think the following poem best describes these saintly ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE AGED CHRISTIAN WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;Titus 2:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me I am getting old;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you that’s not so!&lt;br /&gt;The “house” I live in is worn out,&lt;br /&gt;And that, of course, I know.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been in use a long, long while;&lt;br /&gt;It’s weathered many a gale.&lt;br /&gt;I’m really not surprised you think&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting somewhat frail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color’s changing on the roof;&lt;br /&gt;The window’s getting dim,&lt;br /&gt;The walls a bit transparent&lt;br /&gt;And looking rather thin.&lt;br /&gt;The foundation’s not so steady&lt;br /&gt;As once it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;My house is getting shaky,&lt;br /&gt;But my “house” isn’t me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My few short years can’t make me old;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I’m in my youth.&lt;br /&gt;Eternity lies just ahead,&lt;br /&gt;A life of joy and truth.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to live forever there.&lt;br /&gt;Life will go on – it’s grand!&lt;br /&gt;You tell me I am getting old?&lt;br /&gt;You just don’t understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dweller in my little “house”&lt;br /&gt;Is young and bright and gay,&lt;br /&gt;Just starting on a life to last&lt;br /&gt;Throughout eternal day.&lt;br /&gt;You only see the outside,&lt;br /&gt;Which is all that most folks see.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me I am getting old?&lt;br /&gt;You have mixed my “house” with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dora Johnson, Christian Woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-3200531877808793753?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/3200531877808793753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=3200531877808793753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/3200531877808793753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/3200531877808793753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/10/young-hearts-at-201-years-old.html' title='Young Hearts at 201 Years Old ~'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/Ss6A5V_EL4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/lBoDU6GYIi8/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-4476101942079687980</id><published>2009-10-06T10:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:31:54.764-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Elliott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Elliott'/><title type='text'>Children That Are Grand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Psalmist wrote, &lt;em&gt;“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one’s youth. Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them; They shall not be ashamed, But shall speak with their enemies in the gate”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 127:3-5). While he wrote regarding one’s children, the same can be said about grandchildren. Someone has said that had he known how grand grandchildren were, he and his wife would have had them first! Virginia and I have been blessed with nine grandchildren and we love them dearly. We pray nightly for their physical and spiritual well being. We want them to love Jesus and give their lives to Him. Because of our age I think what the Psalmist wrote in chapter 71:17-18 could apply to us: &lt;em&gt;“O God, You have taught me from my youth; And to this day I declare Your wondrous works. Now also when I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, Until I declare Your strength to this generation, your power to everyone who is to come.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful and beautiful it is to be loved by your children’s children! There’s nothing exactly like it. Our nine grandchildren are talented in various ways. Unfortunately they all live in different states and they live a long way from us. Virginia and I cherish the times when our grandchildren would express their love to Papa and Ma. The youngest grandchild, Annie, came into this world loving singing. She would sit in my lap and listen for long periods of time to hymns being played on a CD. If I changed to instrumental music she would become disturbed, so I would go back to the Christian hymns. Here is Annie, age 5 years and 8 months old, the daughter of Matt and Lela singing a song to her Papa and Ma. The occasion was for a Grandparents Day program at her school in Colorado Springs, Colorado. &lt;em&gt;(In order to resume the background music, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwsIyV1dkAQ&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;please click here&lt;/a&gt; to be directed to our Annie's performance. Thank you ~RE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IwsIyV1dkAQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IwsIyV1dkAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-4476101942079687980?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/4476101942079687980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=4476101942079687980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/4476101942079687980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/4476101942079687980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/10/children-that-are-grand.html' title='Children That Are Grand'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-8970373207105986562</id><published>2009-09-24T20:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:31:00.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creation'/><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385208220473583730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SrwaWC7XaHI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1E_Rx1JF4kI/s640/a.jpg" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For several weeks we have experienced a real ‘monsoon’ season in the southeast section of our country. But I don’t remember enjoying looking at the clouds in their various sizes and shapes since my childhood. Even the sunsets have been enhanced as the sun rays are seen beaming around a magnificent cloud. Some of the cumulus clouds reach perhaps 20 to 30 thousand feet in height. The beautiful blue sky at times has been filled with soft pillows of clouds. Other clouds that hang low and are darker in color have for their background the larger whiter clouds. Some clouds hide the sun and make for cooler weather while working in the yard or in the field. Then there are storm clouds that bring lightning and loud bursts of thunder and heavy rains and sometimes hail. On some days the entire sky is overcast with clouds that can make a person feel depressed. But, all in all, clouds are beautiful and they make believers appreciate God’s creation. The Psalmist declared, “The heavens declare the glory of God; And the firmament shows His handiwork” (Psalms 19:1). You need to stop for awhile from your busy schedule and look upwards to the beautiful scenes not made with man’s hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385208233726753250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SrwaW0TKueI/AAAAAAAAAZA/L-LSocfU8lw/s400/aaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;It is amazing how often we read about clouds in the Bible in connection with important persons and events. Here is a list of just a few times clouds are mentioned in both the Old and New Testament ~&lt;br /&gt;*God set a rainbow in the clouds (Genesis 9:13).&lt;br /&gt;*A pillar of cloud guided the Israelites during the day on their exodus from Egypt (Exodus 13:21).&lt;br /&gt;*The glory of God often appeared in a cloud (Exodus 16:10; 19:9; Numbers 11:25).&lt;br /&gt;*A cloud covered Mount Sinai when God gave Moses the Ten Commandments (Exodus 24:15-18).&lt;br /&gt;*A cloud filled the Holy Place and the house of the Lord when the glory (Divine Presence) of God appeared (I Kings 8:10-13). This is called the Shekhinah.&lt;br /&gt;*“&lt;em&gt;A day of clouds”&lt;/em&gt; is mentioned when God speaks of punishment on Egypt , Ethiopia and other enemies of Israel (Ezekiel 30:1-4).&lt;br /&gt;*Job describes how rain is formed from the drawing up of the water &lt;em&gt;“Which the clouds drop down and pours abundantly on man” &lt;/em&gt;(Job 36:27, 28).&lt;br /&gt;*Daniel wrote of the time when &lt;em&gt;“One like the Son of Man, Coming with the clouds of heaven! He came to the Ancient of Days, And they brought Him near before Him”&lt;/em&gt; (Daniel 7:13, 14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*“A bright cloud overshadowed them” on the Mount of Transfiguration when God said, “This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. Hear Him!”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 17:5).&lt;br /&gt;*At the Lord’s judgment upon the city of Jerusalem the &lt;em&gt;“Son of Man”&lt;/em&gt; is depicted as &lt;em&gt;“coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 24:30).&lt;br /&gt;*Luke wrote about the ascension of Jesus in Acts 1:9, &lt;em&gt;“Now when He had spoken these things, while they watched, He was taken up, and a cloud received Him out of their sight.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The apostle wrote that the Israelites &lt;em&gt;“all were baptized into Moses in the cloud and in the sea” &lt;/em&gt;(I Corinthians 10:1, 2).&lt;br /&gt;*Paul, in giving encouragement to the Thessalonians regarding their loved ones who died in Christ, wrote of the second coming of the Lord in this manner, &lt;em&gt;“Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord”&lt;/em&gt; (I Thessalonians 4:13-18).&lt;br /&gt;*Both Peter and Jude wrote harshly concerning false teachers who would lead Christians astray as being like &lt;em&gt;“clouds carried by tempest”&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;“clouds without water, carried about by the winds” &lt;/em&gt;(II Peter 2:17; Jude 12).&lt;br /&gt;*The apostle John wrote that the Lord Jesus Christ was &lt;em&gt;“coming with clouds”&lt;/em&gt; (Revelation 1:7).&lt;br /&gt;John also&lt;em&gt; “saw still another mighty angel coming down from heaven, clothed with a cloud”&lt;/em&gt; (Revelation 10:1).&lt;br /&gt;*In the highly figurative book of Revelation John wrote, &lt;em&gt;“Then I looked, and behold, a white cloud, and on the cloud sat One like the Son of Man, having on His head a golden crown, and in His hand a sharp sickle.”&lt;/em&gt; This was regarding the reaping of the earth’s harvest, a matter of punishment (Revelation 14:14-16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanford F. Bennett in 1867 wrote the beautiful lyrics of the song “Sweet By and By” and the first stanza tells us that &lt;em&gt;“There’s a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar; For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling place there.&lt;/em&gt;” In the book of Revelation we read that &lt;em&gt;“The city had no need of the sun or of the moon to shine in it, for the glory of God illuminated it. The Lamb is its light”&lt;/em&gt; (21:23). Also &lt;em&gt;“There shall be no night there: They need no lamp nor light of the sun, for the Lord God gives them light. And they shall reign forever and ever”&lt;/em&gt; (22:5). It is necessarily inferred that no clouds, especially storm clouds, will be there as the beautiful hymn “O They Tell Me of a Home” teaches:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385208231555621810" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SrwaWsNh47I/AAAAAAAAAY4/p404OfH6RO0/s400/aa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O they tell me of a home far away;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O they tell me of a home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where no storm clouds rise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O they tell me of an unclouded day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O they tell me of a home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where my friends have gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O they tell me of that land far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where the tree of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In eternal bloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sheds it fragrance thro the unclouded day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O they tell me of the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in His beauty there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they Tell me that mine eyes shall behold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where he sits on the throne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is whiter then snow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the city that is made of gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O they tell me that He smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on His children there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and His Smile drives their sorrows away;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they tell me that no tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever come again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In that lovely land of unclouded day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O the land of cloudless day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O the land of an unclouded sky;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O they tell me of a home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where no storm clouds rise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O they tell me of an unclouded day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;~ Josiah K. Alwood, 1890&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-8970373207105986562?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/8970373207105986562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=8970373207105986562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/8970373207105986562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/8970373207105986562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/09/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SrwaWC7XaHI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1E_Rx1JF4kI/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-1692076436556452872</id><published>2009-09-03T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:32:29.167-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carolyn Benson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Byron Benson'/><title type='text'>In Memory of Byron L. Benson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SqBpCQggzOI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ikfVwGMP430/s1600-h/3885182879_8575bf63c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377413442592361698" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SqBpCQggzOI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ikfVwGMP430/s400/3885182879_8575bf63c4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 393px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you called him at his home it would indeed be a rarity to reach him. You would get his answering machine and hear him say, &lt;em&gt;“You have reached the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BENson&lt;/span&gt; residence…”&lt;/em&gt; I really don’t know when he slept. He was always on the go somewhere. He was consistently doing something for his family or visiting the hospitals or training his grandchildren to eat catfish downtown at the Farmers Market &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Café&lt;/span&gt;. He was a connoisseur of good country cooking. Since he spent so much of his time in the lower part of Montgomery County and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Crenshaw&lt;/span&gt; County, the people at Chic’s in Highland Home or the Chicken Shack in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Luverne&lt;/span&gt; would have known him by name. I have never known any gospel preacher who attended more gospel meetings than Byron. Oh, how he loved to sing. Regardless of the weather or the distance, you could count on Bryon being present for these occasions. He served on the Board of Regents of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amridge&lt;/span&gt; University (I encouraged him to do so). He was on the planning committee for the Capitol City Prayer Breakfast and he would call 40-50 people to attend this bi-monthly service. No one worked more diligently for this good work. He and I alternated in being the MC for this event. Often we would take a jab at one another in fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron loved to preach. He was zealous for the local congregation where he labored part time (a misnomer in his case). He seldom missed preaching on Sundays while he was with the Grady congregation for some 36 years. His last work was with the Capitol Heights church in Montgomery (5 years). He loved to do his radio program live. Brethren knew they could depend on him for brotherhood news regarding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;singings&lt;/span&gt;, gospel meetings, lectureships, etc. It seems that he knew everyone and everything that was going on among the congregations in central and south Alabama. He preached for some 37 years on the radio, assuming this role following the beloved Clyde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fulmer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron was my friend. Virginia and I helped to sing for the wedding of Byron and Carolyn which was conducted in the West End church building some 52 years ago. Byron, Carolyn, Roger and Helen Dill and Virginia and I would often eat together on special occasions such as birthday and wedding anniversaries as well as other times. On one occasion, the total number of years of marriage between the three couples was 150 years. Our server &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t believe it. Once, while we were enjoying a meal together, I found a rather large insect in my glass of tea after I had taken a couple of drinks. In a very short time the manager was at my side apologizing for the incident and gave me my dinner free of charge. From that time on Byron and Roger would ask me if I brought my insect with me when we would be eating together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377413440685995522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SqBpCJZ_9gI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tYjIvO2qpqI/s400/3885984116_1c15c35603.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 168px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;Christian friendship is one of God’s richest blessings. I shall miss the many telephone calls from Byron as we talked about Sunday’s assemblies and many other subjects. He retired from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ATT&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;T several years ago. He believed in communicating via the telephone. But he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have much confidence in emailing others or in taking the time to read the ones sent to him. It was in April of one year when he called me and said that he had just read my Christmas card I had sent him the previous December. We enjoyed a good laugh together. When I would call him on his cell phone I would usually ask him, “Byron, where are you?” He would be somewhere doing something for someone. If I could call him now and ask, “Byron, where are you?” he would say something like “For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain”, or, “to depart and be with Christ, which is far better” (Philippians 1:21, 23). This is the blessed assurance that we have in our Lord Jesus Christ. My good friend you may now rest from your labors of love but your works and influence will continue for generations to come (Revelation 14:13).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-1692076436556452872?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/1692076436556452872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=1692076436556452872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1692076436556452872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1692076436556452872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-memory-of-byron-l-benson.html' title='In Memory of Byron L. Benson'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SqBpCQggzOI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ikfVwGMP430/s72-c/3885182879_8575bf63c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-7039939517387851028</id><published>2009-08-21T19:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:33:37.920-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>He Shall Be Like a Tree ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/So88dOi711I/AAAAAAAAAXo/NP_G5S27ytE/s1600-h/re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372579353294788434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/So88dOi711I/AAAAAAAAAXo/NP_G5S27ytE/s400/re2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jer. 17:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There were times while taking my morning walks on Saint Simons Island, Georgia that the sun's rays could not reach me because of the beautiful oak trees with their overhanging limbs covering the street below. Trees are one of God’s most beautiful creations and especially these particular trees laden with Spanish moss. The trees on the island are so respected that streets are built around them. I have often thought of a poem we had to memorize in school many years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trees&lt;/strong&gt;Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I shall never see&lt;br /&gt;A poem lovely as a tree.&lt;br /&gt;A tree whose hungry mouth is prest&lt;br /&gt;Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;&lt;br /&gt;A tree that looks at God all day,&lt;br /&gt;And lifts her leafy arms to pray;&lt;br /&gt;A tree that may in Summer wear&lt;br /&gt;A nest of robins in her hair;&lt;br /&gt;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;&lt;br /&gt;Who intimately lives with rain.&lt;br /&gt;Poems are made by fools like me,&lt;br /&gt;But only God can make a tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372579020677328194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/So88J3cwLUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/WBDWraI9KrE/s400/ssi.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;Psalms One is a favorite of scores of saints. Therein is a contrast between a godly and an ungodly person. It is of the believer in God that demands our attention in this article. Undoubtedly David is the writer and he informs us that this man is blessed; that is to say he is happy and fortunate. This is one of several ‘beatitudes’ mentioned in this book. Please observe that the negative is first mentioned as pertaining to this man’s character. He &lt;em&gt;“walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, Nor stands in the path of sinners, Nor sits in the seat of the scornful.”&lt;/em&gt; This means that he does not habitually seek the advice/counsel of those individuals who would influence him to do evil. He does not associate with sinners in such a manner that others would consider him one of the ‘in groups’. And certainly he would never join the ungodly scoffers of all that is good and sit with them in their devilish fellowship and participate in their evil doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blessed man is one whose &lt;em&gt;“delight is in the law of the Lord, And in His law he meditates day and night.”&lt;/em&gt; “Law” would not only be the Ten Commandments but would include the first five books of the Old Testament and the words of the prophets who spoke by the guidance of the Holy Spirit as mentioned in 2 Peter 1:20, 21: &lt;em&gt;“(K)nowing this first, that no prophecy of Scripture is of any private interpretation, for prophecy never came by the will of man, but holy men of God spoke as they were moved by the Holy Spirit.”&lt;/em&gt; This man of God takes great pleasure and satisfaction in having access to the Word of God to read and to meditate on its message for his spiritual growth and well being. The writer in Psalms 119:47, 48 &amp;amp; 97 expresses the same in this manner: &lt;em&gt;“And I will delight myself in Your commandments, Which I love. My hands also I will lift up to Your commandments, Which I love, And I will meditate on Your statutes.” “Oh, how I love Your law! It is my meditation all the day.”&lt;/em&gt; Such an attitude should permeate the very life of a disciple of Jesus Christ (John 8:31, 32; 2 Timothy 2:15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Psalmist compares this blessed child of God to one of His creations: &lt;em&gt;“He shall be like a tree Planted by the rivers of water, That brings forth its fruit in its seas, Whose leaf also shall not wither; And what he does shall prosper.”&lt;/em&gt; Notice that the tree was planted by someone. It did not accidentally grow in that location. The seed (Word of God) that is planted in the good ground (heart) &lt;em&gt;“is able to save your souls”&lt;/em&gt; (Luke 8:11; James 1:21). The moisture from the rivers (channels) provides the nourishment to keep the tree healthy and strong and enables it to bear fruit to be enjoyed by all. Even in times of drought the leaves stay green because water is nearby. The Lord God blessed Israel in various ways when the people served him faithfully. The land produced bountiful crops; the herds multiplied; wives gave birth to children and there was food to eat. The Holy Scriptures contain manifold promises to the children of God who trusts in Him. Jesus taught this as recorded in Matthew 6:33: &lt;em&gt;“But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.” &lt;/em&gt;I Corinthians 3:21: &lt;em&gt;“Therefore let no one boast in men. For all things are yours.”&lt;/em&gt; 2 Corinthians 9:6: &lt;em&gt;“But this I say: He who sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and he who sows bountifully will also reap bountifully.”&lt;/em&gt; The righteous man will &lt;em&gt;“bear much fruit”&lt;/em&gt; as he is led by the Spirit (John 15:8; Galatians 5:22, 23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Christ dwells in the heart of the righteous man by faith, he will be &lt;em&gt;“rooted and grounded in love”&lt;/em&gt; (Ephesians 3:17). This ‘tap root’ of faith in Jesus Christ and in the knowledge of His Word, will prevent him from being &lt;em&gt;“tossed to and fro and carried about with every wind of doctrine”&lt;/em&gt; (Ephesians 4:11-16). He will &lt;em&gt;“be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord”&lt;/em&gt; (1 Corinthians 15:58). This is one version of an old folk song that should express the conviction of every Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Shall Not Be Moved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words by John Benson, Jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus is my Savior, I shall not be moved; In His love and favor, I shall not be moved, Just like a tree that's planted by the waters, Lord, I shall not be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Christ abiding, I shall not be moved; In His love I'm hiding, I shall not be moved, Just like a tree that's planted by the waters, Lord, I shall not be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I trust Him ever, I shall not be moved; He will fail me never, I shall not be moved, Just like a tree that's planted by the waters, Lord, I shall not be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On His word I'm feeding, I shall not be moved; He's the One that's leading, I shall not be moved, Just like a tree that's planted by the waters, Lord, I shall not be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not be, I shall not be moved; I shall not be, I shall not be moved; Just like a tree that's planted by the waters, Lord, I shall not be moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-7039939517387851028?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/7039939517387851028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=7039939517387851028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7039939517387851028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7039939517387851028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-shall-be-like-tree.html' title='He Shall Be Like a Tree ~'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/So88dOi711I/AAAAAAAAAXo/NP_G5S27ytE/s72-c/re2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-6820524613765188170</id><published>2009-08-11T19:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:34:43.236-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Without Him'/><title type='text'>Jesus Christ Would Have Made a Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SoIPGk182RI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bzbm1jWD_qk/s1600-h/806_04_7321---Wooden-Christian-Cross_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368870311422646546" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SoIPGk182RI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bzbm1jWD_qk/s400/806_04_7321---Wooden-Christian-Cross_web.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 252px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a very sad, but true, story of a family of my personal acquaintance that was non religious and afflicted with the curse of alcoholism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived in a very large old house on the ridge just out of town. Someone was building a new brick house on the road back of us. My younger brother and I, along with other friends, were curious. We found a nice sand pile that tempted us to play in and to enjoy. One day the big man who was laying the bricks told us that someone was scattering his sand that he used in making the mortar and he asked us to watch out for the persons and warn them not to do it again. How wise he was. We never played in his sand again. This was my first acquaintance with Mr. Harold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his family soon moved near us and they became good friends with my family. He had a very attractive wife, two handsome sons and a very pretty daughter. The oldest son became a friend with my older brother. I liked the daughter but she was older than me. I wished her and my brother would like one another. The youngest son and I became friends. We were in the same grades in elementary and junior high school. Mr. Harold’s wife died while I was a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember this family attending any religious organization. I learned also that Mr. Harold had a very bad habit of getting drunk on occasions. His youngest son and I considered joining the Boy Scouts but he did not because he said, “I don’t want anyone telling me what to do.” He had a rebellious attitude. He later married but he and his wife divorced. He was killed in a motorcycle accident. He also drank alcoholic beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Harold’s daughter married a nice man but something went terribly wrong. She shot and killed him one day. Some years later she committed suicide. Their son attended the same college that our oldest son did and they became friends. But after his mother died, he committed suicide two years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest son of Mr. Harold joined the Navy and served for years in the service. It was well known that he was addicted to alcohol. During a time of heavy drinking someone shot and killed him. I learned just recently that his son was killed by his wife. Neighbors said that they had been drinking all day and had been arguing. So even in the third generation of Mr. Harold’s family there was drunkenness and violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Harold later married after his first wife died. He claimed that in self defense he had to shoot and kill his step-son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handsome family I once knew when I was a boy is now gone. For the most part there was the absence of the Lord Jesus Christ and the presence of alcoholism and violence in this family for three generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Jesus Christ had been a part of this family, the members would have known the “peace that passes all understanding”, forgiveness of their sins and the hope of eternal life. The fruit of alcohol beverage is totally bad. It should be avoided completely. The decisions we make as parents morally and spiritually can and often does affect generations to come. It is with a sense of deep sadness in my heart that I recall these facts of friends of years past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-6820524613765188170?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/6820524613765188170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=6820524613765188170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6820524613765188170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6820524613765188170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/08/jesus-christ-would-have-made-difference.html' title='Jesus Christ Would Have Made a Difference'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SoIPGk182RI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bzbm1jWD_qk/s72-c/806_04_7321---Wooden-Christian-Cross_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-728988748878742213</id><published>2009-07-23T20:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:35:40.573-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Simons Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lighthouses'/><title type='text'>The Light That Is Shining In the Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SmkOwFKDz7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/1EWoX4Xh-jc/s1600-h/re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361833050542165938" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SmkOwFKDz7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/1EWoX4Xh-jc/s400/re.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the historical sites to see on Saint Simons Island, Georgia is the Lighthouse, which is located near the village. I have often walked by it while visiting there. The first lighthouse was built in 1810 and it was 75 feet tall. The second one that replaced the first one was erected in 1872 and was 104 feet tall. Not having the experience of a sea faring person I have often wondered how much a lighthouse would mean to me if I was lost in a storm at sea and/or approaching land in the darkness of night. Surely the light beaming across the waters would be a lovely and thankful sight for the captain of a ship. And so this well known hymn came to mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LET THE LOWER LIGHTS BE BURNING&lt;br /&gt;Brightly beams our Father’s mercy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From His lighthouse evermore,&lt;br /&gt;But to us He gives the keeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the lights along the shore.&lt;br /&gt;Dark the night of sin has settled,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loud the angry billows roar;&lt;br /&gt;Eager eyes are watching, longing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the lights along the shore.&lt;br /&gt;Trying now to make the harbor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the darkness may be lost.&lt;br /&gt;Let the lower lights be burning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Send a gleam across the wave!&lt;br /&gt;Some poor fainting, struggling seaman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may rescue, you may save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- Philip P. Bliss, 1871&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The apostle John wrote in 1 John 1:5, &lt;em&gt;“This is the message which we have heard from Him and declare to you, that God is light and in Him is no darkness at all.”&lt;/em&gt; James referred to God as being &lt;em&gt;“the Father of lights”&lt;/em&gt; (1:17). John also wrote of Jesus, &lt;em&gt;“In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it”&lt;/em&gt; (John 1:4, 5). Jesus spoke of himself in this manner, &lt;em&gt;“I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life”&lt;/em&gt; (John 8:12). Therefore that which is spoken of God the Father as being light is also applicable for Jesus the Son. In God there is perfect light. Darkness cannot penetrate the light. God is perfect in holiness. He is wholly righteous. Darkness depicts Satan’s realm of sin and moral depravity. Souls that do not come to the Light sink in a sea of eternal sorrow and separation from God and all that is good. In nautical terms there is a sure guide and compass that can lead a lost soul to salvation in Jesus Christ who said, &lt;em&gt;“I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me”&lt;/em&gt; (John 14:6). The Psalmist declared in chapter 119:105, &lt;em&gt;“Your word is a lamp to my feet And a light to my path.”&lt;/em&gt; Again in verse 130 of the same chapter, &lt;em&gt;“The entrance of Your words gives light; It gives understanding to the simple.”&lt;/em&gt; The apostle Paul wrote in 2 Timothy 1:8-10, &lt;em&gt;“Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony of our Lord, nor of me His prisoner, but share with me in the sufferings for the gospel according to the power of God, who has saved us and called us with a holy calling, not according to our works, but according to His purpose and grace which was given to us in Christ Jesus before time began, but has now been revealed by the appearing of our Savior Jesus Christ, who has abolished death and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;“(T)he gospel of Christ”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;“is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek”&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 1:16). And that is the reason the church should be sending the &lt;em&gt;“blessed gospel light; Let it shine from shore to shore.”&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;“forever more.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jesus was on earth He taught His disciples the following, &lt;em&gt;“You are the light of the world…”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 5:14-16) While we are not to shine our light we are required to let our light (life) shine so that by our good works the Father will be glorified. When we walk in the light as He is in the light the blood of Jesus continues to cleanse us from all sin (1 John 1:7). We are instructed to &lt;em&gt;“walk as children of light”&lt;/em&gt; (Ephesians 5:8). Furthermore we are to &lt;em&gt;“shine as lights in the world”&lt;/em&gt; (Philippians 2:15). Eventually when this life on earth is finished we will be ushered into &lt;em&gt;“the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ”&lt;/em&gt; (2 Peter 1:11) where &lt;em&gt;“The city had no need of the sun or of the moon to shine in it, for the glory of God illuminated it. The Lamb is its light”&lt;/em&gt; (Revelation 21:23). &lt;em&gt;“There shall be no night there: They need no lamp nor light of the sun, for the Lord God gives them light. And they shall reign forever and ever” &lt;/em&gt;(Revelation 22:5). When tossed about by every wave of doubt and despair in a sea that is dark and dreary let us never take our eyes off the Light that is truly guiding us to a safe landing on that eternal shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“There’s a light ‘long the pathway,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s guiding me home,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leading to that eternal day;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it beckons me on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the pathway seems dark,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is shining for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the way seems so heavy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The burdens to bear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s a Light that is shining for me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I think of my Savior on Calvary there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s a light that is shining for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy today and I’m nearer my home,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s a Light that is shining for me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just over the way is the Mansion above,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s a light that is shining for me.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a light guiding me thru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the darkness of midnight,&lt;br /&gt;Till the morning I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s a light guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;He is guiding me home,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There the harbor I see,&lt;br /&gt;Till I’m safe in the fold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s a light guiding me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- Alton H. Howard, 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-728988748878742213?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/728988748878742213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=728988748878742213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/728988748878742213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/728988748878742213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/07/light-that-is-shining-in-darkness.html' title='The Light That Is Shining In the Darkness'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SmkOwFKDz7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/1EWoX4Xh-jc/s72-c/re.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-4936389350355683382</id><published>2009-07-03T20:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:36:59.522-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Simons Island'/><title type='text'>To the Oceans, White With Foam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354409620087071826" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/Sk6vLjs5ZFI/AAAAAAAAASc/E3x8xYSBFZs/s400/re3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;During our family gatherings on Saint Simons Island , Georgia it has been my habit to arise early in the mornings and walk on the beach down to the pier and the village, where I would buy a cup of coffee, eat breakfast and read the daily newspaper. Being from the hill country of northwest Georgia I am still fascinated by the appearance of the Atlantic Ocean . When the tide comes in the waves would hit the rocks and splash over them. The white caps were beautiful. Often I would express my deepest gratitude to God for His marvelous creation. Both the heavens and the earth with its seas declare the glory of God (Psalms 19). The book of nature indeed proves that there is a Supreme Architect who designed this universe (Romans 1:20). Though not a world traveler I have seen some of the beauties of our country with its mountains in the southeast and in the western part of our nation, the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic Ocean . With all the faults that exist in our United States of America I do believe as a citizen that we live in the greatest nation on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilgrims and early settlers sought freedom to worship God in this new land while settlers in the South American countries sought gold. Our governmental leaders possessed a faith in the Creator of the universe. There is no doubt but that the Lord God has richly blessed this land and its people. The wise man declared that &lt;em&gt;“Righteousness exalts a nation, But sin is a reproach to any people” &lt;/em&gt;(Proverbs 14:34). While sin and disbelief have always been in existence our modern day society has strayed greatly from a faith in God and from His moral standard for human conduct. Atheism is growing daily; sexual perversion is common place; dishonesty and corruption are widely accepted and exist among many of our political and civic leaders; the killing of unborn children is considered acceptable since it is legal; adultery is prevalent among marriage partners and fornication among teens and adults abounds nationwide. Man has become a law unto himself (Judges 21:25). The Word of God is no longer reverend even among some religious groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood of thousands of our men and women who have fought for our country and our freedom flows like a mighty river; yet, we are using this freedom to destroy the moral fiber of our people. It has become a license to do as we please without considering what God would have us to be as a nation of people. Eventually we will reap as we have been sowing (Galatians 6:7, 8). It is most important that we give heed to the following warnings: &lt;em&gt;“The wicked shall be turned into hell, And all the nations that forget God”&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;“Now consider this, you who forget God, Lest I tear you in pieces”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 9:17; 50:22).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is told about a student who wanted to fool his professor in some way. He held a bird in his hand and asked the professor, “What do I have in my hand?” The professor replied, “It is a bird.” The student asked, “What color is it?” “It is a red bird” answered the professor. Then the student asked, “Is it dead or alive?” The wise old professor said, “The power of life or death is in your hand?” The power to revive faith in God and His standard of morals and ethics is in our hands. May the lyrics of the beautiful song&lt;em&gt; ‘God Bless America &lt;/em&gt;’ written by Irving Berlin ever be our desire, hope and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Bless America&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Bless America, Land that I love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand beside her, and guide her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thru the night with a light from above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the mountains, to the prairies,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the oceans, white with foam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God bless America , My home sweet home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354409624906685362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/Sk6vL1p-27I/AAAAAAAAASk/IkKXoc0A6FA/s400/re4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-4936389350355683382?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/4936389350355683382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=4936389350355683382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/4936389350355683382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/4936389350355683382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-oceans-white-with-foam.html' title='To the Oceans, White With Foam'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/Sk6vLjs5ZFI/AAAAAAAAASc/E3x8xYSBFZs/s72-c/re3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-1112044441977420940</id><published>2009-06-11T12:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:37:30.848-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Marital Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SjFCIEwf9DI/AAAAAAAAASE/ee8w2g5IaeQ/s1600-h/iloveyou.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346126939149038642" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SjFCIEwf9DI/AAAAAAAAASE/ee8w2g5IaeQ/s400/iloveyou.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 254px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few years ago I visited a very fine Christian couple who lived in a community several miles from my home. After a cordial welcome and a conversation on a variety of subjects, the husband informed me of the problems existing in their son’s marriage. As I listened, it was easy to detect the deep sadness that filled the hearts of these parents. This brother mentioned that he had been concerned for some time since he thought that his son and daughter-in-law had not been trying to improve their relationship. He said, “Love that is not cultivated will soon die.” I could not forget that statement that was filled with many pertinent points regarding the necessity of permitting love to mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In oriental countries a custom has been in times past for the parents to select their children’s future mates. It seems that the couple enters marriage with a nominal amount of affection but with the passing of the years that love is cultivated and matures. Whereas so many of our young folk in our society get married in the heat of passion and their love subsides in a few years. The present divorce rate is proof that there is a wholesale failure in our marriages in this country. There is real need to cultivate marital love. Webster defines the word cultivate as follows: &lt;em&gt;“1. to prepare and use soil, land, etc for growing crops; till 2. to break up the surface soil around (plants) in order to destroy weeds, prevent crusting, and preserve moisture…4. to improve or develop (plants) by various horticultural techniques 5. to improve by care, training; or study; refine (to cultivate one’s mind) 7. to seek to develop familiarity with; give one’s attention to; pursue.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially in this analogy, attention should be given to definition number two, that is, &lt;em&gt;“to break up the surface soil around (plants) in order to destroy weeds, prevent crusting and preserve moisture.”&lt;/em&gt; Certainly in marriage there is the constant need to eliminate the negatives that would destroy the proper relationship between the husband and the wife. Every effort must be made to keep the marriage from &lt;em&gt;“crusting”.&lt;/em&gt; Love will become hard if not cultivated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also care must be given in preserving and maturing marital love. This requires the obtaining of wisdom; knowledge and training to develop (cultivate) this love. A very wise man wrote: “The plainest man that can convince a woman that he is really in love with her has done more to make her in love with him than the handsomest man, if he can produce no such conviction. For the love of a woman is a shoot, not a seed. And flourishes most vigorously only when grafted on that love which is rooted in the breast of another.” I want to mention some suggestions that will enable marital love to be cultivated and to mature with the passing of the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, husbands and wives should learn early in their marriage relationship to give themselves totally to each other. Love is something that must be given away in order to receive it. This is true in every aspect of marriage including the sexual relationship (See I Corinthians 7:1-6). Marriage is not a fifty-fifty relationship but it is the giving of oneself one hundred percent to making the marriage successful, happy and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, there is the need to be unselfish in marriage. Paul wrote that loves &lt;em&gt;“does not seek its own”&lt;/em&gt; (I Corinthians 13:5). It would be wonderful if each partner sought the other’s good and welfare at all times. But if one is not careful self will be the focal point in every deed. And this is when trouble arises. Selfishness suppresses service for others. It is probable that most marital problems can be traced to this root sin of self-centeredness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, love should be expressed both by words and actions. While it is good for the husband to bring an occasionally gift home for his wife, however, there is no substitute for those beautiful words, “I love you.” Often the husband is reluctant to verbalize his feelings for his wife. True love can also be best understood by its characteristics. Henry Drummond mentioned several of them in his book, “The Greatest Thing In the World.” They are: &lt;em&gt;“Patience, kindness, generosity, humility, courtesy, unselfishness, good temper, guilelessness, and sincerity”.&lt;/em&gt; Of course the apostle Paul wrote of such characteristics of love nearly two thousand years ago as is found in I Corinthians 13:4-8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, one needs to learn not to hold grudges. There is real trouble brewing when a tea kettle cannot release the steam that has been created by the heat of a fire. A husband or a wife who harbors resentment will eventually explode emotionally. The advice of the apostle Paul is worthy of heeding in the marriage relationship: &lt;em&gt;“Be angry, and do not sin: do not let the sun go down on your wrath”&lt;/em&gt; (Ephesians 4:26). Sure there will be disagreements in marriage but how beautiful it is when there is forgiveness and reconciliation. When one has been wrong there is the need to say, “I am sorry”. And the response should be, “I forgive you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, before problems have become so great and seemingly insurmountable, help should be sought from a trusted friend. This assistance may be found in the person of an elder, a preacher or a Christian friend. There may be the need of seeking the help of someone who is trained professionally in marriage counseling. The institution of marriage is so precious in the sight of God that every effort should be made to save this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, the point should be emphasized that when two people truly love the Lord, their love for one another will become stronger. The reason being, when the husband and wife draw nearer to God, they are drawn nearer to one another. This is a fact that cannot be denied. The result is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assisted in the funeral service on one occasion of a man who, had he lived one more week, he and his wife would have celebrated their sixty-sixth wedding anniversary. How wonderful that two people could learn to live together for such a long time. They had truly cultivated their love over the years to the degree that only death could separate them. That was exactly what God had planned in His design for marriage (See Matthew 19:4-6; I Corinthians 7:39). My wife and I have been married for fifty four years. I can truly say with all sincerity that I love her more now than I did when we were joined together in a simple but beautiful wedding ceremony on a very warm August night in 1955. Our love for one another has brought us closer together as we have faced many difficulties and disappointments as well as the good times along life’s way. There are scores of couples who will testify to the fact that marriage can be successful. And they should be examples worthy of emulation by the young couples who have just begun their journey in life together as husband and wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346968585721881282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SjQ_mWkgIsI/AAAAAAAAASM/VqAMBG9qEtM/s400/00094%5B1%5D.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 307px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-1112044441977420940?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/1112044441977420940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=1112044441977420940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1112044441977420940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1112044441977420940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/06/cultivating-marital-love.html' title='Cultivating Marital Love'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SjFCIEwf9DI/AAAAAAAAASE/ee8w2g5IaeQ/s72-c/iloveyou.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-2469729216724089587</id><published>2009-05-28T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:38:24.504-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adversity'/><title type='text'>Adversities, Afflictions &amp; Attitudes</title><content type='html'>We are often overwhelmed with the adversities in life that are very difficult to accept and hard to understand. At the moment, it seems that all is loss, that life is not worth living and that our sorrow is too much to bear. No doubt, Job felt this way when he experienced the tragedies in his life. The problem is with our perception of matters. We deal more with the immediate and not the overall view of life. That which is seemingly against us at the present may, in fact, work out for our good. The Psalmist declared, &lt;em&gt;“Before I was afflicted I went astray; But now I observe thy word.”&lt;/em&gt; Again he writes, &lt;em&gt;“It is good for me that I have been afflicted; That I may learn thy statutes” &lt;/em&gt;(Psalms 119:67, 71). The Psalmist had lived long enough beyond his traumatic experiences to grasp the significance of his sorrows. Not all men are able to perceive the silver lining amidst the clouds of despair. As finite beings, we are so limited in our knowledge and we often fail to grasp the ultimate reasons for our conflicts and sorrows in life. In contrast, the infinite Heavenly Father, who is from everlasting to everlasting, is able to see the panoramic scene; and, in His great providence, He is powerful enough to ultimately work out everything for our eternal welfare (Romans 8:28). It is a real challenge to our faith in God to seek the lessons to be learned from our failures, injuries and our losses in life. It isn’t necessary that we fully comprehend nor is it even possible that we always understand the tragedies that we may experience; but, it is important that we trust in God, knowing that He cares for us and that He can overcome evil with good. In all his grief, Job expressed himself in this manner, &lt;em&gt;“Though he slay me, yet will I trust him…” &lt;/em&gt;(Job 13:15 KJV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us remember that afflictions, sicknesses, tragedies and death come to all men, saints and sinners. It is important therefore that the children of God understand that it is our acceptance of these experiences and our attitude toward them that distinguishes us from the people of the world who manifest no faith or trust in the providence of God. The unbeliever’s heart is often hardened when calamities come his way. In contrast, the believer’s heart is made more sensitive and responsive to God’s design and purpose in the perplexities of life. We are like small children in our understanding and we should place our trust in our Heavenly Father even as David when he wrote in Psalms 131: &lt;em&gt;“Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; Neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too wonderful for me. Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, hope in Jehovah from this time forth and for evermore.”&lt;/em&gt; We all have no doubt heard the expression, “The same sun that melts ice, hardens clay.” Adversities, sorrows and heartaches in life will have different effects on various people. It depends largely on the recipient. In John 6: 66-69, after some hard sayings of Jesus we read, “&lt;em&gt;Upon this many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him. Jesus said therefore unto the twelve, Would ye also go away? Simon Peter answered him, Lord, to whom shall we go? Thou hast the words of eternal life. And we have believed and know that thou art the Holy one of God.”&lt;/em&gt; Disciples of Jesus who really trust in Him have no one else in whom they can find refuge and strength in the times of trouble in this life. So, whatever sorrows and afflictions may occur in life, it is to Jesus that we must go. He is the great physician and there is healing in His wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-2469729216724089587?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/2469729216724089587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=2469729216724089587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2469729216724089587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2469729216724089587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/05/adversities-afflictions-attitudes.html' title='Adversities, Afflictions &amp; Attitudes'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-1477242492129986131</id><published>2009-05-23T14:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:38:58.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Love Thyself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/ShhMLXw7v0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/nU7wtpEe-Qk/s1600-h/100_1081%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339101116489252674" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/ShhMLXw7v0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/nU7wtpEe-Qk/s400/100_1081%5B1%5D.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And a second unto it is this, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 22:39). This statement made by our Lord was a partial answer to the question, &lt;em&gt;“Teacher, which is the great commandment in the Law?”&lt;/em&gt; The Savior had first replied &lt;em&gt;“Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 22:25-37). The thought of ‘loving oneself’ might seem to be rather selfish and arrogant; however, Jesus has taught us to love others in the manner we love ourselves. The apostle Paul wrote, &lt;em&gt;“Even so ought husbands also to love their own wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his own wife loveth himself”&lt;/em&gt; (Ephesians 5:28). But, the question might be raised as to the why a person should love himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn in Genesis 1:27 that &lt;em&gt;“God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created them.”&lt;/em&gt; While man’s physical body was formed of the dust of the earth, that part of man that pertains to his spirit, mind and soul, was made in the likeness of his creator. Man is not a product of a mere accident or by chance. The Great, August God, the Creator of heaven and earth was both the Designer and the Maker of man. Such knowledge caused the Psalmist to declare: &lt;em&gt;“I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Wonderful are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalms 139:14). Furthermore, God loved us and demonstrated that love by the giving of his only Son for our sins (John 3:16,17). Jesus tasted &lt;em&gt;“of death for every man”&lt;/em&gt; (Hebrews 2:9). Since God has made us and loved us, surely we ought to love ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have self-respect without conceit; concern for self without selfishness; and love for self that is void of vanity. We should not be possessed with an inferiority complex or an attitude of “I’m not worth anything.” Jesus taught that the worth of one soul is more than the whole world (Matthew 16:26). Each one is indeed important in the sight of the Almighty God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True happiness in this life comes from accepting ourselves as God has made us, and, in responding to the grace and love of the Heavenly Father by giving ourselves totally to His Son, Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-1477242492129986131?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/1477242492129986131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=1477242492129986131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1477242492129986131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1477242492129986131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-thyself.html' title='Love Thyself'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/ShhMLXw7v0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/nU7wtpEe-Qk/s72-c/100_1081%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-1524405989981618117</id><published>2009-05-01T08:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:39:31.100-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers'/><title type='text'>Motherhood</title><content type='html'>It is always good to remember a godly mother. Jesus while on the cross of shame and suffering thought of His mother and instructed John to care for her after His death (John 19:26, 27). One of the sweetest words in any language is ‘Mother’. A dictionary is not necessary to possess an understanding of such a meaningful term. Not all mothers are wives but they should be and not all wives are mother but God permitting they can be. One of the primary purposes of marriage is the propagating of the human race (Genesis 1:27). The role of motherhood should never be taken lightly nor should the status of being a mother be made light of in this modern age. There is no greater relation for a woman to sustain in this life than being a Christian mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the crowning act of creation by the Lord God was the forming of woman from the side of man. God saw that it was not good for man to be alone thus He gave to him a help suitable for him. Adam later named this woman “Eve” because she was the “mother of all living” (Genesis 2:18-25; 3:20). The wise man taught that “Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing” and that “a prudent wife is from Jehovah” (Proverbs 18:18; 19:14). In the bringing forth of a child the husband and wife truly become one flesh. There is the binding together of the two. Motherhood is the highest honor given to woman. No matter what else she may do in life it should be secondary to her being the kind of mother that God desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother is greatly responsible for the spiritual training of her children (Proverbs 22:6). Her influence is great for good or bad. Abraham Lincoln said of his mother, “All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother”. An old Spanish proverb states that “An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy”. Most of us have heard the old saying that “The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world”. No doubt Queen Jezebel exerted a tremendous amount of evil influence on her husband Ahab and their wicked son Ahaziah (I Kings 16:30; 22:52, 53). Several years ago “Ma Barker” trained her sons to rob, steal and to kill. It was said that the infamous Nero had a murderess for a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the Bible is replete with examples of godly mothers who influenced their loved ones to live for the Lord. Jochebed, the mother of Moses, guided that young heart in the right way because when he became an adult, he “refused to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter; choosing rather to share ill treatment with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season” (Numbers 26:59; Hebrews 11:24, 25). No doubt students of the Bible know of the beautiful story of Hannah and how she received a son from the Lord. This wonderful woman had promised that she would give the child “unto the Lord all the days of his life.” Hannah named her son Samuel. This young boy, at a tender age, was carried to the house of God to be taught and trained by Eli the high priest of God (I Samuel 1). Samuel became one of the truly outstanding leaders in Israel , serving God and his people as prophet, priest and judge. If there were more Hannahs in the homes there would be more preachers in the pulpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jedidah was the wife of the wicked king Amon but she was also the mother of the young and good Josiah (2 Kings 22:1)). In contrast to the wickedness of his father it is said of Josiah that “he did that which was right in the eyes of Jehovah, and walked in all the ways of David his father, and turned not aside to the right hand or to the left (2 Kings 22:2). We must conclude that his good mother and perhaps Jeremiah the prophet exerted a godly influence upon Josiah. Then consider the mother John the Baptist, Elizabeth, who walked righteous before God, “walking in all the commandments and ordinances of the Lord blameless” (Luke 1:6). We also learn that she was determined to name her son John (Luke1:13, 60) Mary, the mother of Jesus, was blessed greatly by having been chosen of God to give birth to the Son of God (Luke 1:42). Mary was a typical mother in many ways. For instance she treasured in her heart the things said about the baby Jesus and later the things which he said (Luke 2:19, 51). Finally we mention the grandmother and mother of Timothy. These two godly women, Lois and Eunice, had taught timothy from his earliest childhood “the sacred writings which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus (2 Timothy 1:5; 3:14, 15). These are some of the godly mothers mentioned in the Bible who are worthy of imitation by Christian mothers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A virtuous mother is industrious as is brought out by the passage of scripture in Proverbs 31:10-31. Certainly the daily chores of a mother are demanding. She is also considerate of the needs of others in her community. Dorcas was one who was “full of good works and alsmsdeeds” (Acts 9:36, 39). The widow who was to be enrolled by the church must have been “well reported of for good work…if she hath relieved the afflicted, if she hath diligently followed every good work” (I Timothy 5:10). Also the Christian mother and wife will be hospitable. Again from I Timothy 5:10, “…if she hath used hospitality to strangers, if she hath washed the saints feet.” From Hebrews 13:2, “Forget not to show love unto strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” The Shunammite woman manifested a wonderful attitude of such hospitality in regards to the prophet Elisha as recorded in 2 Kings 4:8-37. This quality of hospitality makes the home pleasant where people to love to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need always to show our respect and honor to our mother whether they are living or have died (Ephesians 6:1, 2). We can do this by living for the Lord and being the proper influence for good among our peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DEDICATED TO MOTHERS IN THE HOMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Grace Crowell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long as there are homes to which&lt;br /&gt;Men turn—at close of day,&lt;br /&gt;So long as there are homes where&lt;br /&gt;Children are, and women stay,&lt;br /&gt;If faith and love and loyalty are found&lt;br /&gt;Across those sills,&lt;br /&gt;A stricken nation can recover&lt;br /&gt;From grievous ills.&lt;br /&gt;So long as there are homes where&lt;br /&gt;Fires burn, and there is bread,&lt;br /&gt;So long as there are homes where&lt;br /&gt;Lamps are lit---and prayers are said,&lt;br /&gt;Though a people falter in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;And nations grope,&lt;br /&gt;With God himself back of these little homes,&lt;br /&gt;We still have hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/Sfr9-V_cSLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1yMgsKkpKPo/s1600-h/roses2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330852356443359410" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/Sfr9-V_cSLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1yMgsKkpKPo/s400/roses2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 319px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-1524405989981618117?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/1524405989981618117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=1524405989981618117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1524405989981618117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1524405989981618117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/05/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/Sfr9-V_cSLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1yMgsKkpKPo/s72-c/roses2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-1357097675416180845</id><published>2009-04-17T19:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:41:26.697-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>"I Never Give Up"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;“So, because I hold a place in this ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that because I have had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God’s mercy shown me, I never give up”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(2 Corinthians 4:1; Charles B. Williams Translation).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use various translations in my daily Bible reading and as I was reading this passage from Williams translation, I was moved to write an article to encourage Christians never to give up on the Lord but to remain loyal and faithful while we live on this earth. The expression, &lt;em&gt;“I never give up”&lt;/em&gt; is also found in verse 16 of 2 Corinthians 4. Other translations render these two verses that involve the other apostles in this manner: &lt;em&gt;“We do not lose heart”&lt;/em&gt; (NASB &amp;amp; NKJV); &lt;em&gt;“We faint not”&lt;/em&gt; (ASV); and, &lt;em&gt;“That’s why we never give up”&lt;/em&gt; (CEV). The apostle Paul wrote in Galatians 6:9, &lt;em&gt;“And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart”&lt;/em&gt; (NKJV). Steadfastness and perseverance is woefully lacking among many members of the church today. Seemingly it takes but a small amount of discouragement to cause a brother or sister to leave the Lord and His church. I am reminded of what the wise man wrote in Proverbs 24:10, &lt;em&gt;“If you faint in the day of adversity, Your strength is small.”&lt;/em&gt; The fact is you never know the strength of a man until you know what it takes to discourage him. When Paul stated that “I never give up” or “We do not lose heart”, he truly meant it because he had been tested and tried and had been proven to be faithful to his Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ponder carefully his description of how his faith had been tested. “&lt;em&gt;We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed—always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body. For we who live are always delivered to death for Jesus’ sake, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh. So then death is working in us, but life in you”&lt;/em&gt; (2 Corinthians 4:8-12). Later in this epistle he wrote, &lt;em&gt;“Are they ministers of Christ?—I speak as a fool—I am more: in labors more abundant, in stripes above measure, in prisons more frequently, in deaths often. From the Jews five times I received forty stripes minus one. Three times I was beaten with rods; once I was stoned; three times I was shipwrecked; a night and day I have been in deep; in journeys often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils of my own countrymen, in perils of the Gentiles, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren; in weariness and toil, in sleeplessness often, in hunger and thirst, in fasting often, in cold and nakedness—besides the other things, what comes upon me daily: my deep concern for all the churches”&lt;/em&gt; (2 Corinthians 11:23-28).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all the adversities that he had to endure, he remained strong in his convictions, knowing that the time was coming when he would be with the Lord Jesus Christ whom he had served faithfully in this life. &lt;em&gt;“Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed days by day. For our light affliction, which but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal. For we know that if our earthly house, this tent, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens”&lt;/em&gt; (2 Corinthians 4:16-5:1). We should imitate this great man of faith and never despair to the extent that we would forsake our Lord (I Corinthians 11:1). If we keep our eyes on Jesus we will never falter along life’s uneasy pathway (Hebrews 12:1-4).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-1357097675416180845?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/1357097675416180845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=1357097675416180845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1357097675416180845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1357097675416180845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never-give-up.html' title='&quot;I Never Give Up&quot;'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-1502011548036633415</id><published>2009-03-11T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:42:49.495-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alabama Christian College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. Sprayberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Cochran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summerville'/><title type='text'>The 'Tie' That Binds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps the first thought that comes to your mind will be the beautiful hymn &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/b/b/bbtttb.htm"&gt;“Blest Be the Tie”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but the title of this article is not taken from this song. It might seem odd but the ‘tie’ that I have reference to is the one that I wear around my neck on occasions. You see, the person who taught me how to tie a ‘half-Windsor knot’ was an older brother in Christ who influenced me greatly when I was but a lad and a member of my home congregation in Summerville, Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brother Julius Sprayberry was our song leader and he often taught a Bible class on Sunday morning and/or Wednesday night. It was Christian men like him and brother Charles Cochran, along with several other Christian men and women who influenced my life for good. The widows of brethren Sprayberry and Cochran (Thelma &amp;amp; Frances, respectively) still attend the South Commerce congregation in my hometown. When I was a boy growing up in this small church there was no ‘youth minister’ as such but the love and influence exerted upon the young people by the adult members guided us in the way of the Lord and gave us a real sense of belonging and security. We did not have a ‘full-time’ preacher for many years but the men of the congregation would lead us in our worship assemblies. In fact, one of the members, brother Roland Hemphill baptized me when I was a lad of thirteen. These brothers and sisters in Christ were ‘just regular’ members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is a beautiful thing to witness members of a congregation fulfilling the thoughts found in Ephesians 4:15, 16: &lt;em&gt;“But, speaking the truth in love, may grow up in all things into Him who is the head—Christ—from whom the whole body, joined and knit together by what every joint supplies, according to the effective working by which every part does its share, causes growth of the body for the edifying of itself in love.”&lt;/em&gt; Professionalism was generally unknown among our congregations sixty years ago. We now live in a mobile society and families seemingly are always on the move from one location to another one and often there is not a real sense of having a ‘home congregation’ by many families today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over fifty years have passed since I left my home congregation for college. But I retain precious memories of the time we met in the American Legion Hall in downtown Summerville and later in the brick building that was constructed on South Commerce Street . I have a warm feeling in my heart and often tears will fill my eyes when I think of so many of those members who have gone to be with the Lord. I possess a deep sense of gratitude and debt to those godly men and women who loved me and encouraged me to live for Jesus and to preach the gospel. There was a time when Virginia and I lived in a small trailer on the campus of Alabama Christian College when the church back home learned of our lack of money and they sent us a check in the amount of fifty dollars. It might as well have been a thousand dollars for it provided food for us to eat. It was the love and compassion that motivated the gift that has always endeared the members in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a real feeling of loyalty to my home congregation. I have returned for gospel meetings and it was always a joy to see ‘old friends’ and to reminisce of years past. I would love for all of our children and young people to have such fond memories of a ‘home congregation’ and to know of their roots in spiritual matters. We owe a great deal to the ‘ordinary’ members of the church who live faithfully and carry on the work in a local congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom tie my ‘tie’ without thinking of brother Sprayberry who taught me how to tie the knot and who influenced me to live for Jesus Christ. And when I think of him I also remember fondly my home congregation. I firmly believe that God, by His infinite grace will supply unto us the entrance “into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ” (2 Peter 1:11) where there will never be a separation from those of His children we have known and loved in this life. Here are two stanzas from the beloved hymn that we often sing and that expresses my inward feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BLESS BE THE TIE&lt;/em&gt;Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love;&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship of kindred minds is like to that above.&lt;br /&gt;When we asunder part, It give us inward pain;&lt;br /&gt;But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-1502011548036633415?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/1502011548036633415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=1502011548036633415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1502011548036633415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1502011548036633415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/03/tie-that-binds.html' title='The &apos;Tie&apos; That Binds'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-6749251139602788623</id><published>2009-02-05T20:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:43:49.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confession'/><title type='text'>This World Has Many Choices; Eternity Has Only Two</title><content type='html'>The title of this article is found in the words of a religious song that I have heard over the radio several times. It is a moving song. One that really makes you think. God made man in His image and one likeness is that man has the ability to make choices in life. Adam and Eve made the wrong one and introduced sin to the human family (Genesis 2 &amp;amp; 3; Romans 5:12). The Israelites were required to choose to serve or Baal or God (I Kings 18:20, 21). Jesus invites mankind to come to him and He will give rest to all who decide to do so (Matthew 11:28 - 30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord also presents to us two gates to enter and two ways to travel in this life (Matthew 7:13, 14). The decision an individual makes will determine the direction one will travel in this life and eventually where one will be in eternity. In this life we all make decisions small and great from day to day. Some of our decisions will bring joy to our heart while others cause sadness and unpleasant consequences. The young couple that commits fornication often affects adversely the conscience of one and perhaps both parties. And sometimes a child is the result of such an immoral deed and shame is felt among members of both families. Pity the person who becomes addicted to some form of drugs and destroys both body and mind. In a moment of anger a life is taken and the guilty party has to endure the consequence by spending his life in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand a young person gives his life to the Lord and commits his life to serving His Lord and Master. Life is enjoyed and the mornings of each day is received as being beautiful and appreciated. Love is found in the heart of Christian young lady and marriage follows after a courtship with someone she will spend a lifetime with as they rear their children in the way of the Lord. In spite of the hardships and challenges in life they encounter, happiness is found in living for Jesus Christ and serving one another and others. A young man decides that his true desire in life is to live in a foreign country and teach and train people to become productive citizens. As long as a person has the mental ability and breath resides in his body, decisions can be made. But eventually the time will come when the capability to decide will cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the spirit of man will take flight and the body dies (James 2:26). The spirit returns to God and the body goes back to dust from whence it came (Ecclesiastes 12:7). The power to choose where one will be in eternity is past. We will have no power to have control over matters. In life there is the ability to do things our way and to make decisions but not so in eternity. That has already been determined by the choice one made while living. In Matthew 25:31-46 Jesus makes it very clear that now He is the only one who has the power to decide where one will be in eternity. To those who gave their lives to Jesus and served Him faithfully in life they will hear this sweet invitation, &lt;em&gt;“Come, you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world” &lt;/em&gt;(V. 34). But to the majority who decided not to believe in and serve the Lord Jesus Christ, these terrible words will be heard, &lt;em&gt;“Depart me, you cursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels”&lt;/em&gt; (V.41).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend if you will confess Jesus Christ is the Son of the Living God, He will confess you one day before His Father and the angels in heaven (Matthew 10:32, 33). It is my prayer that you will decide to confess Him now because if you do not, there is coming a day in which all mankind will confess Him but then it will be too late (Philippians 2: 9-11). When Jesus comes again and sits on the throne of His glory, judgment will have begun. Then it will the sheep or the goats, right or left, saved or lost, heaven or hell. Please make the choice to live for Jesus in this life if you have not already so in order that you may live with Him in eternity. This is my earnest plea and prayer for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-6749251139602788623?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/6749251139602788623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=6749251139602788623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6749251139602788623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6749251139602788623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-world-has-many-choices-eternity.html' title='This World Has Many Choices; Eternity Has Only Two'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-3448475837562431866</id><published>2009-01-07T18:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:45:32.272-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>GPS ~ God's Plan of Salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SWVP6MQlvDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZjGWyTFVCcM/s1600-h/garmin-nuvi-670-gps-unveiled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had thought that I might enjoy having one but I never dreamed that someone would give me a GPS! Much to my surprise, some of my children gave me a GPS for a Christmas present. A son took charge of getting the thing ready for me to use in my car. He put the address of a local business into the GPS and this lady’s voice instructed me when and where to turn in order to get to my destination as I looked at a map where I was to travel. In case you might not be familiar with this gadget, here is a brief definition: &lt;em&gt;“The Global Positioning System (GPS) is a satellite-based navigation system made up of a network of 24 satellites placed into orbit by the U.S. Department of Defense. GPS was originally intended for military applications, but in the 1980s, the government made the system available for civilian use. GPS works in any weather conditions, anywhere in the world, 24 hours a day.”&lt;/em&gt; Theoretically I should never get lost while traveling when I use my GPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of man’s existence on earth he was in a safe place and in a perfect relationship with Jehovah God. In a sense man was not saved because he had never been in a lost condition. But he became estranged from his God and in a lost condition because of his disobedience to the commands given to him from God (Genesis 2:15-17; Isaiah 59:1, 2; Romans 5:12). However, in the darkest day of man’s existence in the beautiful Garden of Eden, God’s plan for man’s salvation is found in Genesis 3:15 when the “&lt;em&gt;seed of woman” &lt;/em&gt;was mentioned. The “seed” is also referred to as being the “seed” of Abraham. The apostle Paul defined that “seed” as being Jesus Christ (Galatians 3:19, 16). The fact is, Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God was referred to by John in Revelation 13:8 as being &lt;em&gt;“slain from the foundation of the world.”&lt;/em&gt; The Lord God, in His infinite wisdom, foreknowledge and marvelous grace and love, planned aforetime to provide salvation for mankind through the death of His beloved Son (Hebrews 2:9; Ephesians 2:5, 8) John 3:16). Throughout the Old Testament there is the theme that ‘someone is coming’ and that being the promised Messiah who would bring salvation to the human race. Isaiah, the messianic prophet, prophesied hundreds of years before the coming of the Savior: &lt;em&gt;“Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name Immanuel”&lt;/em&gt; (Isaiah 7:14); and His name was to be called Jesus &lt;em&gt;“for He will save His people from their sins”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 1:21). Jesus, in answering Thomas who asked Him, &lt;em&gt;“Lord, we do not know where You are going, and how can we know the way?” said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me”&lt;/em&gt; (John 14:5, 6). The road map that leads to salvation and to the Father is found in the person of Jesus Christ. He is the only way (Acts 4:12)! So He says to all who would be His disciples, &lt;em&gt;“If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 16:24). The way that Jesus leads us is “narrow” and “difficult” but the reward is eternal life (NKJV, Matthew 7:13, 14). God has given us the perfect and complete directions in His Holy Word that will lead us to Jesus Christ and salvation (Psalms 119:105; John 6:44, 45; 2 Timothy 3:16, 17; 2 Peter 1:2-4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s plan of salvation certainly involves man’s response. A person must believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God (John 8:24); repent of sins (Acts 17:30) and based upon a confession of faith in Christ, be immersed in His name for the remission of sins (Romans 10:9, 10; Mark 16:16; Acts 2:38). Following in the steps of the Savior we will never stray from the way that is infallibly safe and secure and that leads to “the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ” (2 Peter 1:10, 11). May our attitude always be as found in the song, “Where He Leads Me I Will Follow”.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288721199339683250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SWVP6PK4PbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SJHp5QG1MJc/s400/bible.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 293px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-3448475837562431866?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/3448475837562431866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=3448475837562431866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/3448475837562431866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/3448475837562431866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2009/01/gps-gods-plan-of-salvation.html' title='GPS ~ God&apos;s Plan of Salvation'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SWVP6PK4PbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SJHp5QG1MJc/s72-c/bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-1413657436766980943</id><published>2008-11-18T13:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:47:03.520-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>In Everything, Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>In I Thessalonians 5:18 the apostle Paul wrote, &lt;em&gt;“In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”&lt;/em&gt; A preacher by the name of Martin Rinkhard wrote the lyrics of the song, “Now Thank We All Our God” to be used as an expression of gratitude by his family at meal time. The unusual background of this song of praise was that it was written during the “Thirty Year’s War” when the preacher was conducting as many as forty funerals a day, including that of his own wife. Yet in spite of war and plagues, he was able to give thanks to God for his blessings. This true story amazes me but it does not surprise me. It seems that in times of extreme and difficult circumstances, people who believe in God can find in their heart expressions of gratitude. In contrast when a nation is greatly blessed with a bounty of material and physical substances there is a tendency of man to forget the source of such blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was said that the Lord sent two angels to earth to gather the petitions and thanksgivings made by His followers. Both angels returned to heaven in distress. The angel bearing the petitions was truly weighed down with his burden. The other angel bringing the prayers of thanksgivings was nearly empty handed. The lesson is obvious and clear. Most of God’s children are more apt to make requests, petitions and supplications rather than the giving of thanks. The nation that is greatly blessed with a bounty of material and physical substance is most likely to forget the source of such blessings. The writer James declared that &lt;em&gt;“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning”&lt;/em&gt; (James 1:17). The psalmist encourages us by his response from being a recipient of God’s blessings in this manner, &lt;em&gt;“What shall I render to the Lord for all His benefits toward me? I will take up the cup of salvation, And call upon the name of the Lord. I will pay my vows to the Lord now in the presence of all His people.” “I will offer to You the sacrifice of thanksgiving, And I will call upon the name of the Lord”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 116:12, 13, 14, 17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children of the Heavenly Father should remember daily the blessings that flow from His bountiful hand of grace. Especially there should be an awareness of&lt;em&gt; “every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ” &lt;/em&gt;(Ephesians 1:3). Everyday is Thanksgiving for the redeemed. However it is good that families and friends can be together on the national day of Thanksgiving. Let us never forget the sacrifices made by our forefathers and loved ones to ensure us of the liberties and freedoms we now enjoy and experience.&lt;em&gt; “O, that men would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, And for His wonderful works to the children of men!”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 107:8). &lt;em&gt;“Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving; Let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 95:2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him, all creatures here below;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-1413657436766980943?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/1413657436766980943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=1413657436766980943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1413657436766980943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1413657436766980943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-everything-give-thanks.html' title='In Everything, Give Thanks'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-2720848015558501082</id><published>2008-10-28T18:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:47:44.966-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray Humphries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summerville HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School Reunions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sand Mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alabama Christian College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ken Tyler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie Boddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ozark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Norris'/><title type='text'>Re-Living the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SQem9nM1MzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/trEXzbA9EFo/s1600-h/road+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262358267030745906" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SQem9nM1MzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/trEXzbA9EFo/s400/road+home.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Saturday, October 18, 2008, my wife and I attended the annual picnic of my 1953 high school senior class, which was held at the foot of beautiful Taylor Ridge just east of Summerville which is located in the northwest corner of the state of Georgia . In 2003 we had our 50th class reunion and decided at that time that we would not wait until another 50 years before we got together. Since 2003 we have met five times for a picnic in the month of October each year to visit and talk of the past and of what is happening in our lives presently. It was a most enjoyable occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is remarkable how my classmates have aged over the years. I did feel uncomfortable with these old people but I treated them with dignity and respect. If they needed my help in getting around I tried to accommodate them. Many of them have gray hair or no hair; they have added weight to their bodies and wrinkles to their faces inasmuch that they hardly recognized me (Smile). Seriously we often spoke of the years together at Summerville High School and of the precious memories that were made when we were young and life was not so complicated. I reminisced with Bobby G. when we worked together at the Summerville News and fed the folding machine most of the nights on Wednesdays. I refreshed the memory of Elliott C. about the time we went up the side of a ridge in his father’s army jeep and the incline being so steep that I sat on the hood of the jeep so it would not flip over. I believe that it is unusual for a senior high school class to still be meeting annually after so many years have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have lost several members over the years but the ones remaining continue to enjoy one another’s company. There is nothing like having old friends and enjoying one another’s company even if it is but once a year. We made plans to meet again in 2009 at the same place between the two lakes at the foot of beautiful Taylor Ridge , the Lord willing (James 4:15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending Saturday night with a loved one on Sand Mountain in the community of Henagar, Alabama and worshiping with the Ider church on Sunday morning we drove over to the city of Arab where I was scheduled to speak in their ‘Super Sundays’ series that evening. Ken Tyler has been preaching for this good congregation for thirty years. That says a great deal about the character of him, his family and the brothers and sisters who make up the local church. This was my first visit to Arab and the congregation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prior to the worship hour, a gentleman and his wife walked up to me in the foyer and he looked me in the eyes and asked, “Do you remember where you were in September of 1964?” My mind really went into high gear and I was trying to figure out what he had in mind and so I answered, “Maybe performing a ceremony?” I was thinking of a wedding because I cannot recall all the names and faces of those couples that I have married the past 50+ years. He replied, “Well, sort of” and then he said, “You were in my home 44 years ago in Albany , Georgia .” It was then I remembered working in a campaign in that city when Harvey Starling was preaching nightly under his big tent. My family and I were living in Elba , Alabama at that time. Charlie Boddy was preaching for the College Avenue congregation in Enterprise and he and I were personal workers during the city-wide campaign in Albany . We had home Bible studies with various ones during that week and we taught and baptized three persons. One was a gentleman whose wife was a member of the church. Standing right in front of me was that individual. He was stationed in the Air Force and he and his family were living in Albany. This brother also informed me that he had been preaching since 1971. His name is James Mansil Norris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was moved emotionally when he related how Charlie and I had taught him the gospel and how he had been immersed into Jesus Christ for the remission of his sins. This is what I had written in my record book of September 21-26, 1964: “This week, Monday to Saturday, brother Charlie Boddy of Enterprise and I worked as personal workers in the “Savior’s Way Campaign” conducted in Albany , Georgia . We taught three persons enough to lead them to Christ. They were: Mr. James M. Norris (Tues. night); Mrs. Shipman (Thurs. afternoon); and Mrs. Susan Moore (Thursday night). This was a wonderful experience to work in such a great and wonderful effort.” Brother Norris now preaches for the Blessing congregation on Sand Mountain . I had to relate this story to the congregation before I began my lesson that night. It humbles me that I had a part in leading this person to Jesus and it is to God that I give the glory for He is the one who gives the increase (I Corinthians 3:5-8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Sunday night with Ray and Jo Ann Humphries, a couple we have known since our days at Alabama Christian College on Ann Street in Montgomery during the mid 1950s. We also followed them where Ray had preached in the cities of Ozark and Opp , Alabama . They live in the beautiful country near Joppa. We enjoyed our visit with them so much. We talked about the old days at ACC when life was tough, economically speaking and the people who had influenced our lives for good. We spoke of the various members of the congregations where we both had served as preachers. It was a good visit and they were such great hosts. Ray and Jo Ann have influenced many souls for Jesus Christ during their life time. Such friends have enriched our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of life’s greatest blessings is that of Christian friendship. When the apostle Paul wrote in Philippians 4:13 that he forgot “those things which are behind” he did not mean that there was a complete failure to remember all things because he recalled that prior to his conversion he fought against the church of our Lord (I Timothy 1:13) but such memories did not prevent him from looking ahead in his Christian journey and work. Often our memories of years past help us to have stability and cause us to appreciate from whence we have come. Glancing back over the years can actually encourage us to look ahead of the challenges that will confront us. With the exception of one phrase the following poem expresses some of my innermost thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;REMINISCING&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you reminisce with me&lt;br /&gt;From days so long ago?&lt;br /&gt;Please come and look back with me&lt;br /&gt;At the things we used to know.&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you reminisce with me&lt;br /&gt;The things we used to do?&lt;br /&gt;The things we said, the ways we danced,&lt;br /&gt;Memories dear and true.&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you reminisce with me?&lt;br /&gt;It’s sure to wet your eye.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the happy times&lt;br /&gt;That now have said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;And if you’ll stroll down Memory lane&lt;br /&gt;Then I can guarantee,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have a blast back in the past…&lt;br /&gt;If you reminisce with me.&lt;br /&gt;~ Alyssa Marie Bentham&lt;/em&gt; ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-2720848015558501082?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/2720848015558501082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=2720848015558501082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2720848015558501082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2720848015558501082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-living-past.html' title='Re-Living the Past'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SQem9nM1MzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/trEXzbA9EFo/s72-c/road+home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-2791067583759427772</id><published>2008-10-10T00:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:49:40.801-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grieving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cold Springs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skylar Norton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death of a Child'/><title type='text'>A Girl Named Skylar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A long time before this beautiful girl named Skylar was born, I visited the church where she and her family worshiped together. It was in 1953 or 1954, I was a freshman in college at the time, and went with a preacher friend and his family one Sunday to worship with this group of Christians. I remember it so well because the brethren at that time used real wine in the communion. I didn’t know it was wine, and not just grape juice, before I drank it but I will guarantee you that I knew it was wine after I swallowed it. Forget worship, I coughed and gagged for the next thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This small congregation is located just south of a community called Deatsville, Alabama. The building sets a good distance off the highway. There are massive oak trees practically on every side of the building with large roots protruding from the ground. The steps leading up to the front entrance are steep and many. The setting is serene and pastoral as a rural church building should be. Over the intervening years I have preached in gospel meetings, spoken on special occasions and have ‘filled in’ for the regular preacher for this congregation numerous times. During these visits with the Cold Springs Church I became acquainted with most of the families that attend the assemblies there. And that brings me to Skylar Norton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Sunday mornings when Virginia and I would arrive at the church building for Sunday School usually Rick and his two children would already be there. Jamie, the wife and mother would arrive later. The father would open the building and he and his two children, Skylar and Tyler would begin various duties. Usually Tyler would begin sweeping the leaves off the front porch and the steps. Skylar would go to the room where the communion bread and grape juice were located. She then would prepare the communion for use in the worship assemblies. It seems that this was her job. She did it for a long time. Virginia tried to help her once and she replied kindly, “I can do it myself.” Skylar was a beautiful and sweet child. You could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice. She was always ‘lady-like’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a Daddy’s girl. He would take her hunting with him and give her the opportunity to harvest a deer. She and her younger brother were inseparable. She was greatly loved by all her family. I knew her grandfather Tillman while we were in college. It was on a Friday evening of October 3, 2008 that as a member of the Holtville High School Marching Band she was preparing for the football game that old Death descended like a tornado and struck down this precious thirteen year old child in the presence of her classmates. But Death did not get the victory because God sent His angels quickly to gather the spirit of Skylar and brought that lovely child to rest in a paradise prepared for His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was much rejoicing by the host of angels that such a beautiful child had been brought home. But on this side of eternity there were the hearts of her father, mother, brother and all her family and friends that were broken. There were uncontrollable emotions being vented through the rivers of tears that were being shed. As frail human beings we began to ask “Why”? It is not that we doubted God but as little children we just did not understand why such a beautiful child as Skylar should have her short life to end so soon on this earth. When all the disasters struck Job and that included the deaths of his ten children he still said, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” Perhaps in that better land we will know the answers to our questions about the tragedies we have had to suffer in this life. Here is a rather lengthy poem I want to leave with you that hopefully it will give comfort to her parents and loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“GOD’S LENT CHILD”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Author unknown)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’ll lend you, for a little while,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A child of mine,” God said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For you to love the while he lives,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And mourn for when he’s dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may be six or seven years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or twenty-two or three;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But will you, ‘til I call him back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care of him for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He’ll bring his charms to gladden you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, should his stay be brief,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ll have his lovely memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a solace for your grief.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot promise he will stay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since all from earth return;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there are lessons taught below&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want this child to learn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve looked the whole world over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In search for teachers true;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And from the things that crowd life’s land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have chosen you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, will you give him all your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor think the labor vain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor hate me when I come to take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This lent child back again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fancied that I heard them say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dear Lord, Thy will be done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the joys Thy child will bring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The risk of grief we’ll run.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll shelter him with tenderness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll love him while we may –&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for the happiness we’ve known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever grateful stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But should Thy Angel call for him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much sooner than we’ve planned,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And try to understand.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-2791067583759427772?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/2791067583759427772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=2791067583759427772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2791067583759427772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2791067583759427772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/10/girl-named-skylar.html' title='A Girl Named Skylar'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-6262334109421361582</id><published>2008-10-04T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:51:10.112-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>A Heart Warming Story</title><content type='html'>You could not help but to be touched by the moving story related in the local newspaper a few years ago regarding a young boy’s death and his last request, that his heart be given to a girl he secretly loved. You see she was dying because her heart was malfunctioning. She faced certain death unless a donor could be found to give her a healthy heart. It was a true story that books are written about and movies are made. In a world wherein most of the news deals with crime, violence, threats of war, famines, earthquakes and other disasters, natural and man-made, it was so heart warming to hear of a tender story that made you feel sad and happy at the same time. It was sad because a young boy died, but happy that a young girl’s life had been prolonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another sweet story recorded in the Holy Scriptures that should move us to tears because of the death of a young man, Jesus of Nazareth, age 33. You see he knew that mankind was suffering from an awful malady. The sickness from which there was no earthly cure was a fatal heart disease called sin. The prophet Jeremiah described the symptoms in this manner: &lt;em&gt;“The heart if deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it &lt;/em&gt;(Jeremiah 17:9)? The only remedy was the precious blood of the Lamb of God (Ephesians 1:7). But, this meant that Jesus would have to die for all men. His death on Calvary was not by accident. It was &lt;em&gt;“by the determinate counsel and foreknowledge of God”&lt;/em&gt; (Acts 2:23 ). Furthermore, the Lord willingly laid down his life for us (John 10:15, 17, 18). &lt;em&gt;“Greater love hath no man than this that a man lay down his life for his friends”&lt;/em&gt; (John 15:13 ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would be saved from sin and a fate worse than physical death, you must respond to heaven’s gift, the death of Jesus Christ on your behalf. Please consider that Jesus loved you and shed his precious blood for you nearly two thousand years ago. Please obey from the heart the gospel of Jesus Christ that you might be free from sin and that you might live a new life in the Lord (Romans 6:17, 18; 2 Corinthians 5:17 ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the story about the boy who died and donated his heart to a girl he loved so that she might live touches you, you should be moved emotionally at the tender story of Jesus and his love that motivated him to give his life on Calvary that you might be saved now from sin and have the hope of eternal life with Him and all the redeemed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-6262334109421361582?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/6262334109421361582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=6262334109421361582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6262334109421361582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6262334109421361582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/10/heart-warming-story.html' title='A Heart Warming Story'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-7577265925366413978</id><published>2008-08-28T03:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:53:30.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adversity'/><title type='text'>When It Rains, It Pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, many folk have prayed for rain because of the drought condition in the southeastern section of our country and the good Lord sent it. The problem was that some areas were flooded. I am reminded of the story of some brethren in west Texas who became greatly concerned about the extreme drought conditions in their part of the world. They decided to obtain the services of a preacher to come and pray for rain. Finally they found a city preacher to come out and pray for rain. He came and prayed fervently for the Lord to send rain upon the arid land. After a couple of days had passed the rain began to fall. In fact it rained until all the land was flooded and the situation became very serious. The brethren became very concerned again because all their properties were inundated with water. They came together to discuss what they should do. One brother was heard to have said, “That is what we get by having a preacher to pray for rain who knew nothing about agriculture.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know life is much like that. There are times of peace, joy, happiness and good health. These are mountain top experiences. But in a moment of time things can radically change. The prophet Elijah was successful on Mount Carmel but in a short time he was to be found in a deep valley of discouragement and he desired to die (1 Kings 18; 19:4). This mighty man of God was human after all and not unlike ourselves (James 5:17). The good times do not test our strength and faith. It is when the tragedies of life occur. It is when death invades our home. It is when a loved one is diagnosed with a terminal disease. It is when the ill winds of discouragement and despair howl strongly across the depths of our inner being. It is when you pray for a friend or a loved one to get well and doesn’t and he dies. It is when you lose your job and you have to look elsewhere for employment. And there are dozens of other reasons why your heart becomes burdened down with anxiety and sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please excuse the personal experiences but I must mention some of them. My lovely bride has and is presently experiencing some health problems; there was the sudden death of a dear friend that has overwhelmed me; a telephone call this morning informed me that a brother-in-law was critically injured yesterday in an automobile accident. Life is not a bed of roses. Sometimes the valleys in life are deep and long. But it is not a time to give up. Blaming God and leaving the Lord would not be answer. Gold refined by fire rids the dross and makes it purer. I think of this passage in Proverbs 24:10, &lt;em&gt;“If you faint in the day of adversity, Your strength is small”&lt;/em&gt; in connection to that which I am now discussing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was a time when many of the disciples of the Lord left Him and He asked His own apostles, “&lt;em&gt;Do you also want to go away?” It was then that Simon Peter answered, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. “Also we have come to believe and know You are the Christ, the Son of the living God”&lt;/em&gt; (John 6:66-69). It is in the valleys of life that I need Him. He has never forsaken me and why should I forsake him. He is my Rock and my salvation. He is my Hightower; my shelter in the time of the storms. He gives me comfort in the night. His strength is greatly manifested in weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I often requested of Him to bestow His grace upon me so that I might see the sun beyond the overcast and the silver lining behind every cloud. And His grace is sufficient for me. A moving verse is found in James 4:6 which is a simple but a very profound statement, “But He gives more grace.” Listen to this precious promise of our Heavenly Father, “Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify me” (Psalm 50:15). The following hymn explains best what I am trying to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE GIVETH MORE GRACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Annie J. Flint&lt;br /&gt;(1866-1932)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To multiplied trials He multiplies peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we have exhausted our store of endurance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we reach the end of our hoarded resources&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our father’s full giving is only begun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our God ever yearns His resources to share;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His power no boundary known unto men;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For out of His infinite riches in Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-7577265925366413978?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/7577265925366413978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=7577265925366413978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7577265925366413978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7577265925366413978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains, It Pours'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-3179857770779974343</id><published>2008-07-28T15:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:54:14.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouraging Words'/><title type='text'>Drifting Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="yiv979819770"&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;div id="yiv979819770"&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;The inspired writer of the book of Hebrews gave an exhortation in chapter two encouraging those early Christians to “…&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give more earnest heed to the things that were heard, lest haply we drift away from them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; There is a constant need to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ and sound doctrine to every generation. There is the danger of the untaught not learning and of the taught drifting away from that which they have learned. The apostle Peter felt it necessary to remind his brethren of those essentials which they already knew (2 Peter 1:13; 3:1). Paul warned Timothy about a time when certain ones would no longer &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“endure the sound doctrine”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; thus the need to &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“preach the word”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; continuously (2 Timothy 4:1-4). There is presently a yearning among many in the church to learn ‘new things’. Of course we should not extol traditions to a position of inspiration. Personally, I’m not interested in propagating mere tradition; however, there are objective truths revealed by the Holy Spirit that are essential and must studied, examined and proclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;The desire to imitate other religious organizations in practice and teaching has caused many people to frown on the old ways of safety and security. Others, not studying the Holy Scriptures, are led away by &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men in craftiness, after the wiles of error”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Ephesians 4:14). Often when one expresses a desire for ‘new things’, it is simply a rejection of ‘old truths’. Presently there is a prevalent attitude that the Bible is antiquated and should be relegated to the 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century. The 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century, they say, demands a more liberal view of the Holy Scriptures. In other words, our culture should determine the interpretation of the Word of God. What may have been acceptable in the first century is out of date in the thinking of modern men and women. Such rationalization has led to a digression and apostasy from the teaching of Jesus Christ and the holy apostles and prophets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Oh that we today, as disciples of the Lord, would possess the same spirit as did the psalmist when he exclaimed in Psalms 119:97, “&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, how I love Your law! It is my meditation all the day.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; His will for us to follow is both relevant and refreshing. Let us never grow weary in hearing the words of salvation. It gives strength and guidance in our earthly pilgrimage. And if obeyed, the promise of eternal life when the journey on earth is finished (2 Timothy 4:4-6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-3179857770779974343?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/3179857770779974343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=3179857770779974343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/3179857770779974343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/3179857770779974343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/07/drifting-away.html' title='Drifting Away'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-88129788549191446</id><published>2008-07-09T14:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:55:01.106-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><title type='text'>The Giving of Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Our blessed Lord taught, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. “For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Matthew 7:7, 8). The apostle wrote in Philippians 4:6, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with &lt;u&gt;thanksgiving&lt;/u&gt;, let your request be made to God…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children of God we have the words of Jesus and the Holy Spirit (through Paul) informing us that we have the wonderful privilege of asking, making supplications and requests and our God will hear us. The fact is we probably ask more in our prayers than we do in the giving of thanks for His infinite grace through which He bestows an abundance of blessings upon us. For example, brethren often fail to give thanks for the food that is about to be eaten. A brother is usually requested to &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“ask the blessing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; or to &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“bless the food”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; And so many times the brother will ask the lord to &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“bless this food to the nourishment of our bodies and our bodies in your service”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and there is nothing wrong in that request. But what we fail to do is to express our gratitude for the food that we have received as a blessing from God. It is on this point that I would like to emphasize in this article so that we all might be mindful of our need to give thanks, not only for our food but for all the blessings of life that God has given us. The writer James states that &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (James 1:17).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Concerning the giving of thanks specifically for our food, consider the example of Jesus Christ. In the feeding of the four thousand men plus women and children Matthew wrote, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“And He took the seven loaves and the fish and &lt;u&gt;gave thanks&lt;/u&gt;, broke them and gave them to His disciples; and the disciples gave to the multitude”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Matthew 15:36). On another occasion when He fed the five thousands John wrote, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“And Jesus took the loaves, and when &lt;u&gt;He had given thanks&lt;/u&gt; He distributed them to the disciples, and the disciples to those sitting down; and likewise of the fish, as much as they wanted”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (John 6:11, 23).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Then there is the example of the apostle Paul giving thanks before he ate food that had been given as a blessing from God. He was on his way to Rome as a prisoner and the boat in which he was traveling was in serious trouble and was about to sink. The people on board had not eaten in fourteen days and Paul encouraged them to take nourishment. In Acts 27:35 we read, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“And when he had said these things, he took bread and &lt;u&gt;gave thanks&lt;/u&gt; to God in the presence of them all; and when he had broken it he began to eat.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; In matters of judgment Paul wrote the following in Romans 14:6, “…He who eats, eats to the Lord, for &lt;u&gt;he gives God thanks&lt;/u&gt;; and he who does not eat, to the Lord he does not eat, and &lt;u&gt;gives God thanks&lt;/u&gt;.” The apostle later wrote in I Timothy 4:4, 5, “&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For every creature of God is good, and nothing is to be refused if it is received with &lt;u&gt;thanksgiving;&lt;/u&gt; for it is sanctified by the word of God and prayer.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Emphasis is mine in the above verses, RE). In our prayer before our meals let it be one of thanksgiving for the food that we are about to receive along with other expressions of praise and requests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-88129788549191446?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/88129788549191446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=88129788549191446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/88129788549191446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/88129788549191446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/07/giving-of-thanks.html' title='The Giving of Thanks'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-9090745163065330279</id><published>2008-06-26T19:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:56:02.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Weddings and Marriage</title><content type='html'>The month of June is normally a time for weddings. You can see pictures in the local newspapers of a number of couples who have ‘tied the knot’ and they look so happy and blissful. Young love is simply a beautiful thing. It makes the world go around. It makes ‘old timers’ reflect over the intervening years when they went through the same experience. Isn’t life wonderful? In the midst of so much ‘gloom and doom’ it is good for us all to pause and consider some lighter moments regarding matrimony and the time honored event that we call a wedding. In my years of preaching I have performed several weddings for young couples. There have been some unusual happenings that occurred before, during and after the actual ceremony. I must begin with my own personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went all the way to Wildwood, Florida , to meet who I hoped would be my future in-laws. Now brother Sam Slaughter was an impressive looking gentleman from the old school. He had worked for the Seaboard Airline Railroad for many years when I first met him. He also had cattle on his farm that was located between Wildwood and Oxford , just off of U. S. Highway 301. I finally got up enough courage to ask him if I could marry his daughter. Well, would you like to know what he asked me in return? Out of the blue he asked, “Can you hitch up a team of mules?” My integrity was immediately tested. I had to reply in the negative. Brother Sam later said to brother Orvel Boyd in my presence, “Here this young man wants to marry my daughter and he can’t even hitch up a team of mules.” Now I have never understood the connection between hitching a team of mules and marrying the love of my life. I really think he wanted to know if I knew how to provide for his middle daughter. I did go ahead and marry his daughter and to this day I still don’t know how to hitch up a team of mules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been requested to perform wedding ceremonies for many couples but never in this fashion. I was visiting in the hospital in the city where I was preaching when a lady who was employed by the hospital approached me in the hall. Now this lady was a member of a congregation in a different city and she knew me and I had seen her on occasions during gospel meetings, etc. She walked up to me and the first words she spoke to me were, “Will you marry me?” Now I had never been asked exactly that way before, not even when I was single. I knew what she meant but having a sense of humor I had some difficulty in answering her in a collective manner but I did and I said I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony that I have used over the years has been a traditional one. I remember on one occasion the young lady said to me during the rehearsal that she did not want the part of the vows used that had her to repeat “to obey” her prospective husband. I didn’t use it and I don’t think she did. Someone didn’t obey someone because the marriage failed after a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one wedding the father of the bride was unable, because of sickness, to give his lovely daughter in marriage so her brother was chosen to do the honor. During the rehearsal I instructed him how to bring his sister down to front of the auditorium and where they should stand in front of me. I then instructed him to reply to my question ‘Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?’ in this manner, ‘Her father and her mother.’ He smiled and took this responsibility rather lightly and I reminded him that things would be quite different during the actual ceremony so we went over this part again. It was a beautiful wedding with the men in their tuxedos and the ladies in their lovely dresses. When the time for the bride to enter, her brother escorted down to where they stood in front of the wedding party. I had some choice words about marriage and the sanctity of the home and when I had finished; I looked the bride’s brother in the eyes and asked in a very solemn manner, ‘Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?’ In all seriousness and without any hesitation he replied “Mama and Daddy” and with that he turned and sat down. Well, the groom and the bride were grinning from ear to ear and the entire wedding party was about to laugh out loud and there I stood trying my best to carrying on with the ceremony. The gentleman had no inclinations to be so formal when referring to his parents as ‘Her father and her mother.’ But I have learned whether while preaching, conducting a wedding or whatever, you have to learn to ‘roll with the punches’ and carrying on the best you can, and of course, with a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the serious side of matters I want to mention that in preaching for two different congregations recently I had three ladies to walk up to me and mention that I had married them. Two were from the same congregation. The first lady said, “You married me thirty-nine years ago and we are still together and I love you for it.” The second one informed me that I had performed her wedding ceremony thirty years ago. A younger sister in Christ and her husband reminded me that I performed their wedding twenty five years ago. The lady introduced me to a son, a handsome young man, age twenty two. I could mention several couples that I performed their wedding ceremony many years ago and who remain married to this day. Most of my friends who attended the same Christian college that I did and who married are still living together with their mates. They are proud grandparents and in some cases even great-grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I, the Lord willing, will celebrate our fifty third wedding anniversary this year (August 19). I pray that my generation will not be the last to believe that this sacred and beautiful relationship is for life. I trust there are scores of young Christian men and women who will hold marriage in high esteem as God has intended. Our Lord Jesus Christ in answering a question said, “Have you not read that He who made them at the beginning ‘made them male and female,’ “and said, ‘For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh’?” “So then they are no longer two but one flesh, Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate” (Matthew 19:4-6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Be One With Each Other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What greater thing is there for two human souls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;than to feel that they are joined together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to strengthen each other in all labour,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to minister to each other in all sorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to share with each other in all gladness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be one with each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the silent unspoken memories?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Eliot"&gt;George Eliot&lt;/a&gt; (1819-1880)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-9090745163065330279?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/9090745163065330279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=9090745163065330279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/9090745163065330279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/9090745163065330279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/06/weddings-and-marriage.html' title='Weddings and Marriage'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-6753912972852221589</id><published>2008-06-12T12:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:56:35.378-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>Godly Fathers</title><content type='html'>One of life’s greatest blessings and challenges for a man is fatherhood. This relationship involves the greatest joys and demands the best one has to give and often will include many sorrows. A godly father loves his wife and is loyal to his marital vows (Ephesians 5:25). He desires the best for his children. A father is industrious. He labors to provide for his family and the needs of others who lack the material things of life (I Timothy 5:8; Ephesians 4:28).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest contribution a father can make to his family is leadership in spiritual matters. In every age, the head of the family has been required of God to provide the proper direction regarding religious training. Modern fathers are most likely to leave this responsibility to the wife and mother. However, Paul exhorted: &lt;em&gt;“And you fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but nurture them in the chastening and admonition of the Lord" &lt;/em&gt;(Ephesians 6:4). It is a tremendous requirement to make sure one’s children are taught of God but the rewards are everlasting. A Christian father may not be able to give very much materially to his children but the legacy of having a father who loved his family and the Lord, surpasses everything else. The greatest inheritance a Christian father can leave is one that is rich in faith in God and the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should never underestimate the love that a father possesses in his heart for his children. His emotions may not be as noticeable as the mother; yet, the feelings are just as deep. Most fathers would give their lives on behalf of their families. Their hearts are filled with deep gratitude when they witness their children succeeding in life. The Christian father rejoices greatly when his children obey the gospel of Jesus Christ. My father will be remembered for being a fine Christian gentleman. Also, the legacy of having a good name has meant more to me than all the riches of this world. It was the wise man of old who wrote: &lt;em&gt;“A good name is to be chosen rather than great riches, Loving favor rather than silver and gold”&lt;/em&gt; (Proverbs 22:1); and, &lt;em&gt;“A good name is better than precious ointment…”&lt;/em&gt; (Ecclesiastes 7:1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godly fathers are rare in this modern society. But, we should always be thankful for the ones who are. Truly, you are blessed indeed if you have/had a Christian father who placed Christ first in his life. His influence in your life and even in the lives of his grandchildren will be felt for many years to come. Say, have you hugged your father recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fathers Are Wonderful People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Helen Steiner Rice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers are wonderful people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too little understood,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we do not sing their praises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As often as we should.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For, somehow, Father seems to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The man who pays the bills,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While Mother binds up little hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nurses all our ills.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Father struggles daily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To live up to "his image"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As protector and provider&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And "hero of the scrimmage".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And perhaps that is the reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We sometimes get the notion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That Fathers are not subject&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the thing we call emotion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you look inside Dad's heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where no one else can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll find he's sentimental&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as "soft" as he can be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he's so busy every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the grueling race of life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He leaves the sentimental stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To his partner and his wife.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Fathers are just wonderful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a million different ways,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they merit loving compliments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And accolades of praise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the only reason Dad aspires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To fortune and success&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is to make the family proud of him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to bring them happiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And like Our Heavenly Father,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a guardian and a guide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone that we can count on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be always on our side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-6753912972852221589?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/6753912972852221589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=6753912972852221589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6753912972852221589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/6753912972852221589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/06/godly-fathers.html' title='Godly Fathers'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-7306323258112957251</id><published>2008-06-10T10:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:57:44.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesse Miller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elba'/><title type='text'>A Great Joy That Fills the Heart of a Gospel Preacher/Teacher</title><content type='html'>I arose early on Sunday morning because where I was scheduled to preach was over a hundred miles from my home. As I drove down the interstate highway I could not help but observe the beauty of the Lord’s Day morning with the sky so blue and the trees so full of green foliage. From time to time as I drove down a county road I saw beautiful flowers and some promising vegetable gardens that soon would be laden down with fresh produce. The drive was most enjoyable and even relaxing at that time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually arrived at my destiny and went inside the church building in this south Alabama city of Brewton . I soon met old friends and was introduced to new friends who are members of this congregation. After the evening assembly a young father introduced himself to me. I asked his last name again because I recognized not only the name but the city where he informed me he had lived previously. I asked him his parent’s names and immediately I knew who he was when he told me that their names were James and Linda Barron. I looked at him and told him that I not only knew his parents but his grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by him was his beautiful daughter which I supposed to be about twelve years old. I moved along side her and gave her a hug and said, “Let me tell you about your ancestors.” In actuality I was looking in the face of the fourth generation of the Jesse and Magdalene (Mary) Miller family. I was moved with deep emotions when I remembered the story of this family that obeyed the gospel many years ago. But before I progress in this particular story I must relate to you what transpired the following Wednesday evening when I spoke at the College Avenue congregation in the city of Enterprise, Alabama .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first people I saw after entering the building was Brenda Miller Penn, the aunt of this small girl’s father I met on the previous Sunday night. You see, Brenda is a daughter of Jesse and Mary Miller and the twin sister of Linda Barron who is the grandmother of the small girl. Brenda then introduced me to her daughter and husband and their small children. As you can perceive, there is a real story about to unfold in this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the winter of 1965-66 that the good church in Elba, Alabama where I was then preaching, heard about the Jesse Miller family that was in dire need of help because the husband/father had been seriously injured while working and was unable to provide for his family. Of course the Christian brothers and sisters supplied the needs of the family and because of the kindness and love manifested toward this family a door of opportunity was opened to study the Bible with them in their home. My good friends and brethren Roy Fuller and Harris Winston (now diseased) studied with the family and I also encouraged them as they were contemplating giving their lives to the Lord. It was on Sunday morning, January 30, 1966 that I had the wonderful privilege of immersing Mary, the mother, along with the children, Jerry, Brenda and Linda into Jesus Christ for the remission of their sins. Because of the unusually cold weather (24 degrees) for south Alabama and the serious injuries Jesse had sustained, we waited until Tuesday, February 2 to baptize him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The members of the Elba church soon fell in love with this wonderful family. Jesse continued to mature in Christ as well as the rest of the family and later he became a deacon in the local congregation. Several years later Jesse died and Mary and the family moved some thirty miles north of Elba to the city of Troy . There they became active in the work of the Lord’s church. As the years passed by the children all married and had families of their own. Some members of the Miller family moved to other locations but one thing that stands out in my mind is the faithfulness to the Lord of the children and grandchildren and yes, even the great-grand children of Jesse and Mary Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians we should never underestimate the good that can be accomplished when we assist individuals and families who are in need with the necessities of life. The apostle Paul wrote in Galatians 6:9, 10: “And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all, especially to those who are of the household of faith.” In this life we may never fully realize the full measure of good done by the kind and benevolent acts that are shown toward others. And remember this, “For God is not unjust to forget your work and labor of love…” (Hebrews 6:10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision by the Jesse Miller family to give their lives to Lord over forty-two years ago determined the direction that the future generations would travel; that is, obeying the gospel of Jesus Christ and living for Him. God has allowed me to live long enough to bear witness to this truth as I continue to meet members of this good family, even to the fourth generation. I could not help but think of what the apostle John had to say about a similar situation as found first of all in 2 John 1 when he was writing to “the elect lady and her children…” He expressed himself as recorded in verse 4: “I rejoiced greatly that I have found some of your children walking in truth, as we received commandment from the Father.” Then in 3 John he wrote to his dear friend Gaius. He expressed himself in this manner: “For I rejoiced greatly when brethren came and testified of the truth that is in you, just as you walk in the truth. I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth” (Verses 3 &amp;amp; 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a gospel preacher of more than fifty years I can truly say that one of life’s greatest joys is to know of the faithfulness of people who I have encouraged to give their lives to the Lord. I am mindful of the deep feelings that Paul expressed for the church in Thessalonica as found in I Thessalonians 3:7-9: “(T)herefore, brethren, in all our affliction and distress we were comforted concerning you by your faith. For now we live, if you stand fast in the Lord. For what thanks can we render to God for you, for all the joy with which we rejoice for your sake before our God…” Our young preachers and teachers should learn that while we do the planting and watering it is God who gives the increase (I Corinthians 3:6). The harvest of souls may be soon or later but it will come. Learn to be patient. I close with these thoughts from Psalms 126:5, 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Those who sow in tears, shall reap in joy,&lt;br /&gt;He who continually goes forth weeping,&lt;br /&gt;Bearing seed for sowing,&lt;br /&gt;Shall doubtless come again with rejoicing,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing his sheaves with him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-7306323258112957251?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/7306323258112957251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=7306323258112957251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7306323258112957251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7306323258112957251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-joy-that-fills-heart-of-gospel.html' title='A Great Joy That Fills the Heart of a Gospel Preacher/Teacher'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-1638459085114353374</id><published>2008-05-22T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:58:33.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Jesus Loved(s) Children</title><content type='html'>The lines were very long as we waited for our groceries to be checked. The Hispanic family right in front of us consisted of a lady with two of her children and a nephew she was raising. The small girl sitting in the buggy was so cute. The boys, ages eight and nine, were fine looking children. The older boy looked me straight in the eye and said, “I don’t speak English” and then he smiled from ear to ear. He was so cute and his beautiful smile and his childish humor reminded me so much of one of our grandsons who lives in North Carolina . While we were waiting we also did a lot of visiting with this family. Of course, the boys spoke good English. They said that people just assumed they spoke Spanish instead of English because of their physical appearance. In just a few minutes our hearts were touched by these beautiful children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother said that they were moving back to Houston , Texas . The chances of seeing this family again is very doubtful. I could not help but to be moved emotionally when I contemplated they might not be taught of Jesus Christ. I prayed a short prayer upon arriving home for them and for all the children of the world that they might learn of Jesus. All of God’s children are beautiful and precious in His sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in our own city you see children of various races and nationalities. It doesn’t matter the color of their skin whether they are “red and yellow, black and white” they need to know of God’s saving grace and of Jesus who loves every one of them. I pray regularly that all of our grandchildren might come to know Jesus as their savior. As Christians, we should support monetarily and morally every effort to evangelize the world with the message of salvation, made possible through the death of the dear Son of God. You see the faces of the innocent children on television who have been devastated by the various natural disasters that have occurred recently and you want the very best for them. And the very best for them would be that they could be brought up in the “nurture and admonition of the Lord”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the accounts of Matthew 19:13-15, Mark 10:13-16 and Luke 18:15-17, it is recorded that people brought little children to Jesus &lt;em&gt;“that he should touch them”.&lt;/em&gt; Matthew wrote that &lt;em&gt;“he laid his hands of them” &lt;/em&gt;while Mark records, &lt;em&gt;“And he took them in his arms, and blessed them, laying his hands upon them.”&lt;/em&gt; All three witnesses mentioned that Jesus had the highest regard for the children when he said, “Suffer the little children to come unto me; forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God .” Here was God incarnate in human flesh whose name was Jesus and He took the time out of his busy schedule to touch and caress these little ones and to bless them. It is to be more like our Lord when we take time to hug the children and teach them of Jesus who loves them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A CHILD TO LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can have your wealth and riches all the things so many seek,&lt;br /&gt;Position, power, and success, the fame you long to keep.&lt;br /&gt;You can earn as much as you wish, reach a status high above,&lt;br /&gt;But none of these can equal having one sweet child to love.&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the greatest gift from heaven, little arms that hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;And a kiss so soft and gentle when you tuck them in at night.&lt;br /&gt;A million precious questions and each story often read,&lt;br /&gt;Two eyes so bright and smiling, and a darling tousled head.&lt;br /&gt;God has never matched the goodness of a trusting little face,&lt;br /&gt;Or a heart so full of laughter spreading sunshine every place.&lt;br /&gt;A child to hold and cuddle, 'tis a gift from God above,&lt;br /&gt;And the world is so much brighter when you have a child to love.&lt;/em&gt;~~ Author Unknown ~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-1638459085114353374?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/1638459085114353374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=1638459085114353374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1638459085114353374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/1638459085114353374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/05/jesus-loveds-children.html' title='Jesus Loved(s) Children'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-2028419200455804085</id><published>2008-05-11T15:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T21:01:04.978-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is always good to remember a godly mother. Jesus while on the cross of shame and suffering thought of His mother and instructed John to care for her after His death (John 19:26, 27). One of the sweetest words in any language is ‘Mother’. A dictionary is not necessary to possess an understanding of such a meaningful term. Not all mothers are wives but they should be and not all wives are mother but God permitting they can be. One of the primary purposes of marriage is the propagating of the human race (Genesis 1:27). The role of motherhood should never be taken lightly nor should the status of being a mother be made light of in this modern age. There is no greater relation for a woman to sustain in this life than being a Christian mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the crowning act of creation by the Lord God was the forming of woman from the side of man. God saw that it was not good for man to be alone thus He gave to him a help suitable for him. Adam later named this woman “Eve” because she was the “mother of all living” (Genesis 2:18-25; 3:20). The wise man taught that &lt;em&gt;“Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing” and that “a prudent wife is from Jehovah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;(Proverbs 18:18; 19:14). In the bringing forth of a child the husband and wife truly become one flesh. There is the binding together of the two. Motherhood is the highest honor given to woman. No matter what else she may do in life it should be secondary to her being the kind of mother that God desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother is greatly responsible for the spiritual training of her children (Proverbs 22:6). Her influence is great for good or bad. Abraham Lincoln said of his mother, “All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother”. An old Spanish proverb states that “An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy”. Most of us have heard the old saying that “The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world”. No doubt Queen Jezebel exerted a tremendous amount of evil influence on her husband Ahab and their wicked son Ahaziah (I Kings 16:30; 22:52, 53). Several years ago “Ma Barker” trained her sons to rob, steal and to kill. It was said that the infamous Nero had a murderess for a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the Bible is replete with examples of godly mothers who influenced their loved ones to live for the Lord. Jochebed, the mother of Moses, guided that young heart in the right way because when he became an adult, he &lt;em&gt;“refused to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter; choosing rather to share ill treatment with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season”&lt;/em&gt; (Numbers 26:59; Hebrews 11:24, 25). No doubt students of the Bible know of the beautiful story of Hannah and how she received a son from the Lord. This wonderful woman had promised that she would give the child &lt;em&gt;“unto the Lord all the days of his life.”&lt;/em&gt; Hannah named her son Samuel. This young boy, at a tender age, was carried to the house of God to be taught and trained by Eli the high priest of God (I Samuel 1). Samuel became one of the truly outstanding leaders in Israel , serving God and his people as prophet, priest and judge. If there were more Hannahs in the homes there would be more preachers in the pulpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jedidah was the wife of the wicked king Amon but she was also the mother of the young and good Josiah (2 Kings 22:1)). In contrast to the wickedness of his father it is said of Josiah that “he did that which was right in the eyes of Jehovah, and walked in all the ways of David his father, and turned not aside to the right hand or to the left (2 Kings 22:2). We must conclude that his good mother and perhaps Jeremiah the prophet exerted a godly influence upon Josiah. Then consider the mother John the Baptist, Elizabeth, who walked righteous before God, &lt;em&gt;“walking in all the commandments and ordinances of the Lord blameless” (&lt;/em&gt;Luke 1:6). We also learn that she was determined to name her son John (Luke1:13, 60) Mary, the mother of Jesus, was blessed greatly by having been chosen of God to give birth the very Son of God (Luke 1:42). Mary was a typical mother in many ways. For instance she treasured in her heart the things said about the baby Jesus and later the things which he said (Luke 2:19, 51). Finally we mention the grandmother and mother of Timothy. These two godly women, Lois and Eunice, had taught timothy from his earliest childhood “the sacred writings which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus (2 Timothy 1:5; 3:14, 15). These are some of the godly mothers mentioned in the Bible who are worthy of imitation by Christian mothers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A virtuous mother is industrious as is brought out by the passage of scripture in Proverbs 31:10-31. Certainly the daily chores of a mother are demanding. She is also considerate of the needs of others in her community. Dorcas was one who was &lt;em&gt;“full of good works and alsmsdeeds”&lt;/em&gt; (Acts 9:36, 39). The widow who was to be enrolled by the church must have been &lt;em&gt;“well reported of for good work…if she hath relieved the afflicted, if she hath diligently followed every good work”&lt;/em&gt; (I Timothy 5:10). Also the Christian mother and wife will be hospitable. Again from I Timothy 5:10, &lt;em&gt;“…if she hath used hospitality to strangers, if she hath washed the saints feet.”&lt;/em&gt; From Hebrews 13:2, &lt;em&gt;“Forget not to show love unto strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”&lt;/em&gt; The Shunammite woman manifested a wonderful attitude of such hospitality in regards to the prophet Elisha as recorded in 2 Kings 4:8-37. This quality of hospitality makes the home pleasant where people to love to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need always to show our respect and honor to our mother whether they are living or have died (Ephesians 6:1, 2). We can do this by living for the Lord and being the proper influence for good among our peers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="240" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198774704135719698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCXCDJNLyxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CKTTmR4BSkU/s320/motherbabe.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="167" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DEDICATED TO MOTHERS IN THE HOMES&lt;br /&gt;By Grace Crowell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long as there are homes to which&lt;br /&gt;Men turn—at close of day,&lt;br /&gt;So long as there are homes where&lt;br /&gt;Children are, and women stay,&lt;br /&gt;If faith and love and loyalty are found&lt;br /&gt;Across those sills,&lt;br /&gt;A stricken nation can recover&lt;br /&gt;From grievous ills.&lt;br /&gt;So long as there are homes where&lt;br /&gt;Fires burn, and there is bread,&lt;br /&gt;So long as there are homes where&lt;br /&gt;Lamps are lit---and prayers are said,&lt;br /&gt;Though a people falter in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;And nations grope,&lt;br /&gt;With God himself back of these little homes,&lt;br /&gt;We still have hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-2028419200455804085?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/2028419200455804085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=2028419200455804085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2028419200455804085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/2028419200455804085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-always-good-to-remember-godly.html' title=''/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCXCDJNLyxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CKTTmR4BSkU/s72-c/motherbabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-3635043388881949517</id><published>2008-05-07T20:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T21:02:12.633-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Makes You Think Of Your Own Mortality, Doesn't It?</title><content type='html'>These were the very words spoken by my doctor during a visit to his office following my having a stent placed in a main artery leading from my heart on Friday, May 4, 2001. My Cardiologist had been successful in the procedure to insert the stent. I know this personally because seven years later here I am writing this article. There was a ninety-five percent blockage in the artery but I had not suffered any pain which made me completely unaware of the impending danger. What I had was what doctors call ‘a widow maker.’ For extending my life to this moment of time I am very grateful to my Heavenly Father who has added seven years to my life (As in the case of Hezekiah, 15 years, Isaiah 38:4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not the only time that I have considered my own mortality. Just recently Virginia and I made new wills. Our older ones were out of date and needed revising. These were more complex since we have added ‘stuff’ to our possessions over the intervening years. Not only that, we made out ‘living wills’ which we had not previously done. When you make wills you realize more and more that you are going to leave all of your material blessings behind because you can’t take anything with you. It is important that you &lt;em&gt;“lay up treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves break in and steal”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 6:19, 20). The apostle Paul said it in this manner: &lt;em&gt;“If then you were raised with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ is, sitting at the right of God. Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth”&lt;/em&gt; (Colossians 3:1, 2). The older a person becomes the more he thinks of the hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the Word of God, I have read scores of articles and books on what awaits us after this earthly life has ended. Now the authors of the various articles and books have never experienced what it is like in the ‘great beyond’. They will either base their findings on the inspired scriptures and/or the various philosophies of mortal men. The fact is, the individuals raised from the dead as mentioned in the Old and New Testament (including Lazarus who was dead for four days) never mentioned anything about what lies beyond the grave. Even the one (I believe Paul) who was caught up to the third heaven and into Paradise was not permitted to write what he saw and heard (2 Corinthians 12:1-7). The unbeliever would desire that when a man dies he is like the ‘dog Rover and is dead all over’. Others might concede that the wicked will be punished but not for eternity. But what if these teachers are wrong? It will be too late to make changes in my belief and in my manner of life. I will not be able return to this life and prepare to meet my Lord in eternity. There is to be no second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought came to my mind and that is, am I to believe that when I die I cease to exist in both body and spirit. This might be better than being in torment for eternity but does it satisfy my longing to continue to be when this life is over. There is so much I don’t understand about afterlife but I do have an unwavering trust in my Lord Jesus Christ who said, &lt;em&gt;“I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die, Do you believe this”&lt;/em&gt; (John 11:25, 26)? The apostle Paul wrote that &lt;em&gt;“to die is Gain” “and to be with Christ, which is far better” (&lt;/em&gt;Philippians 1:21, 23). It was my Lord Jesus Christ who said, &lt;em&gt;“I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of Hades and Death”&lt;/em&gt; (Revelation 1:18).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because He Lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Words and music by William J. Gaither© 1971&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God sent His son, they called Him, Jesus;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He came to love, heal and forgive;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He lived and died to buy my pardon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet to hold a newborn baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And feel the pride and joy he gives;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But greater still the calm assurance:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This child can face uncertain days because He Lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day, I'll cross the river,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll fight life's final war with pain;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then, as death gives way to vict'ry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because He lives, all fear is gone;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I know He holds the future,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And life is worth the living,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just because He lives!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-3635043388881949517?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/3635043388881949517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=3635043388881949517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/3635043388881949517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/3635043388881949517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/05/makes-you-think-of-your-own-mortality.html' title='Makes You Think Of Your Own Mortality, Doesn&apos;t It?'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-7216727173661435148</id><published>2008-04-29T20:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T21:04:27.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouraging Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Jesus Knows Me, This I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most believers in the Lord have sung or have heard the song ‘Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so…’ But the expression ‘Jesus (God) knows me’ is equally as scriptural and we all should love this great truth and the One who knows us. In II Timothy 2:19 we read, &lt;em&gt;“Nevertheless the solid foundation of God stands, having this seal: “The Lord knows those who are His,” and, “Let everyone who names the name of Christ depart from iniquity.” The church of our Lord has a sure foundation and the gates of hades cannot successful prevail against it &lt;/em&gt;(Matthew 16:16-18; I Corinthians 3:11). In the New Jerusalem the wall “had twelve foundations, and on these were the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb” (Revelation 21:14). The house of God (the church) has this seal, &lt;em&gt;“The Lord knows those who are His…”&lt;/em&gt; In Nahum 1:7 the prophet wrote these comforting words, &lt;em&gt;“The Lord is good, A stronghold in the day of trouble; And He knows those who trust in Him.”&lt;/em&gt; God is all knowing. The Psalmist declared this in Psalm 139:1-6, &lt;em&gt;“O Lord, you have searched me and known me. You know my sitting down and my rising up; You understand my thought afar off. You comprehend my path and my lying down, And are acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word on my tongue, But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether. You have hedged me behind and before, And laid Your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; It is high, I cannot attain it.” Rather than being a frightening thing to me, as His child I should be so thankful that the Almighty God, the creator and sustainer of life, knows my heart’s intentions, my weaknesses, my heartaches, my cares, my trials and tribulations, my desires, my needs and yes, even the number of hairs on my head. He knows my name. He knows more about me than my wife, my children, my friends, my brethren and even the federal government. The mere thought is overwhelming. To know that He cares for me moves me emotionally. And I love it so. Among the teeming millions who live on this earth, He hears me when I pray to Him. How can this be? There is not a place I can go but that He is there&lt;/em&gt;(Psalm 139:7-12). And I love it so. He knew me when I was in my mother’s womb and He knows the way I shall go (Psalm 139:13-16). The Psalmist closes the chapter with these words, &lt;em&gt;“Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties; And see if there is any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlasting”&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 139:23, 24).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PROVIDENCE OF GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mighty God, Omniscient One! His ways we cannot trace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He reckons every good begun And crowns it with His grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo! I can see Him in His word—I will not doubt or fear;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My steps are ordered of the Lord, His guiding hand is near.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No trial can my spirit break, For God will not forsake;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will with each temptation make A way for my escape.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The future beckons and I bow –My God removes the care!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behold, He goes before me now, And will my way prepare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He’s here, and there, and everywhere in all the ways I’ve trod.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve never passed beyond the sphere of the providence of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~L. O. Sanderson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-7216727173661435148?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/7216727173661435148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=7216727173661435148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7216727173661435148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7216727173661435148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/04/jesus-knows-me-this-i-love.html' title='Jesus Knows Me, This I Love'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399066602455297544.post-7590698171808388730</id><published>2008-04-21T20:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T21:06:15.915-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walter Martin Elliott'/><title type='text'>Remembering the Fallen~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I watched the movie &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/myboyjack/index.html"&gt;‘My Boy Jack’ &lt;/a&gt;(PBS) on Sunday night. Jack was the son of &lt;a href="http://www.kipling.org.uk/kip_fra.htm"&gt;Rudyard Kipling &lt;/a&gt;and his wife. At the insistence of and the help of his father Jack was finally able to enlist in the British Army and became an officer. It was during World War I (1915) when England was fighting against Germany in France. After only three weeks Jack was killed in battle at the young age of eighteen. The Kiplings had already suffered the lost of a daughter years before this tragedy occurred. Their grief was overwhelming. In 1916 Kipling’s Sea Warfare was published and contained therein was an emotional poem about his son Jack. Personally I was moved by this story of one of my favorite poets, especially in the death of his son Jack. I could not help but to think of another young man whose life was taken while fighting against the Germans in World War II. And before I present this poem I want to relate the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our oldest son Tim informed us by email that he would be in Washington D.C. this coming weekend. He also mentioned the monument that was finally erected in that city and honors the men and women who died during World War II. I was able to pull up on the internet information about the names listed of the ones who gave the ultimate sacrifice for their country and I found the name of my oldest brother Walter M. Elliott. It only stated that he was from Georgia and that he was buried in a cemetery in a foreign country. Martin, as he was called by his parents and siblings, was only eighteen years old when he was sent by our government to England and eventually to Belgium and Germany where he and thousands of other teenagers became engaged in actual combat. Martin celebrated his nineteenth birthday anniversary in March of 1945. He was killed on April 5 of that year in northwest Germany. The war ended in May of 1945. Many have been the times that I have thought, if only.... I was ten years old when he died. I still remember so well when my father came walking up the hill to our home and announced through his tears that Martin had been killed. I remember also the overwhelming sorrow that filled our hearts for many years. But I am sure that my mother and father suffered the most. The cost of war is not found in the amount of money spent; rather it is in the cost of human lives that are sacrificed for a cause. The &lt;a href="http://www.greatwar.nl/kipling/boyjack.html"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt; written by Rudyard Kipling could be dedicated to all who have suffered the lost of a loved one in any war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198928399540407218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCZN1ZNLy7I/AAAAAAAAABs/-I5VTMb6U50/s400/bowed+head.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="267" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Have you news of my boy Jack?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not this tide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“When d’you think that he’ll come back?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Has any one else had word of him?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not this tide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For what is sunk will hardly swim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not with this wind blowing and this tide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;None this tide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor any tide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except he didn’t shame his kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not even with that wind blowing and that tide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then hold your head up all the more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This tide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every tide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because he was the son you bore,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399066602455297544-7590698171808388730?l=earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/feeds/7590698171808388730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399066602455297544&amp;postID=7590698171808388730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7590698171808388730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399066602455297544/posts/default/7590698171808388730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmeditations.blogspot.com/2008/04/remembering-fallen.html' title='Remembering the Fallen~'/><author><name>Raymond Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502737000971023660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCsgEhO3JHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gMatT2_W8nw/S220/11.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF89NnXTP78/SCZN1ZNLy7I/AAAAAAAAABs/-I5VTMb6U50/s72-c/bowed+head.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
