Cherish the Moments

As this year ends I'm reminded of how precious time is. The older I get (and I'm not old!) I wonder if it is me that slows down, or time that speeds up. Or maybe both?

We all have bad days. We all have moments of pain and weakness. We sometimes suffer seasons of heartache and loss. There are times when it is easy to wish time away. I say this knowing personal loss, and watching dear people I love suffer as well.

I think it was Jack Hyles that once said, "Be kind to everyone, because everyone is having a hard time." Isn't that the truth?

In the midst of trials, physical pain, or sorrow, there have been times I thought to myself, "I can't wait for this to end. I just want it to be over."

But I'd like to share about a special lady I met that has helped me see that every moment, every day is precious, and gift from our Father. Even if it isn't what we hoped or dreamed it would be.

A few weeks ago I had to be at the radiology department of the hospital early in the morning. I was having yet another scan done. I signed in and spoke with the receptionist, who now knows me on sight, by name. She asked how things were going, and I told her, and thanked her for her kindness. I went and found a seat and started to pick up a magazine, when a little black woman with an adorable knitted hat approached and asked if she could sit by me.

I told her she could, and as she sat down she said, "I am so excited today!"
"Oh really? Why's that?" I asked, thinking it took a special person to be excited about anything THAT early in the morning!
"Today is my last chemo treatment!" she responded.
"Oh, congratulations! So, if you don't mind me asking, does this mean your cancer is in remission?" I asked.
"Oh no. I don't know for certain until I go back to my doctor, but I know this is the last treatment." She said.
"Oh wow. Well I think it's great you can be so positive, even when you don't know the outcome yet." I replied.
"Well I don't, but my Father does." she said.
"So you're a Christian?" I asked excitedly.
"Oh yes ma'am! And He has been so good to me! I've been keeping a journal since I got cancer, writing down all the ways that God has blessed me. He has been so good."
At this point I almost started crying.

We talked some more, and I learned not only was she a Christian, but she attended a local Independent Baptist church that I had heard of. She talked about her children who had graduated from a local Bible college. We got to talking about how the Lord was soon coming, and we started crying and rejoicing in our Heavenly Father.

Soon a nurse came to take me back to begin, and I turned to the woman and thanked her for her encouragement. She replied, "Oh don't thank me. I think our Father wanted two of His daughters to meet this morning."

It's been several weeks since I saw her, and I may never again see her until I get to Heaven, but I still think about her. I hope and pray her cancer is in remission. But from what she shared, I believe she's rejoicing in the Lord, no matter what the outcome.

I know this year has been hard on many people. I know people have lost jobs, or have taken reduced wages. Many of us felt fear and despair with the election time and economic instability. I know many dear precious saints have gone to Heaven this year and the families left behind are hurting; especially at this time of year. I know there are some who have experienced discouragement, pain, or sorrow that they never saw coming this time last year. I know I have.

If you had told me this time last year that I would have a tumor on my liver, or be on more medications that I ever have been, or that I would spend more time visiting the hospital than I ever have (and that's saying something!) I would have not believed you. If you had told me my grandmother would need brain surgery or that my uncle would spend nearly a month in the hospital and almost die, I would not have believed you. If you had told me that some of the people that I knew were going to die I would not have believed you. But all of that came to pass this year, and you know what? The Bible still tells me to rejoice in the Lord always.

We don't get exempted from that command just because we are hurting or have suffered loss. Please don't think I'm being unsympathetic, because I'm not. I've cried in brokeness in the past year, not understanding what His purpose or plan were. And I still don't understand what He's doing in my own life, or the lives of those I love so much.

But I know that if He can hold the universe in place, then He can hold my life together. If He can speak the world into existence, He can speak peace to my soul. Glory to God, if He's the Master of the seas, then He can calm my storm! And He can calm yours. The Bible says He is the God of all grace and the God of all comfort.

We will face trials and heartaches and burdens down here. He never promised the Christian life would be painless, but He did promise to never leave or forsake us. That makes life worth living.

HE is what makes life precious and worth cherishing. He is the reason we can rejoice when everything crumbles around us. He is the Captain of our Salvation, the Author of our lives, we are His workmanship; His trophies of grace. He didn't say we would always understand, but He did tell us to rejoice.

I want to be like that dear sister, who thanked God during her battle with cancer. Who rejoiced even when she wasn't sure if she was in remission. Like the verse I read this morning, I want to rejoice in the land of the living.

I know this is long, but please pardon me while I take a moment to list a few of my blessings this year...

My salvation that can never be lost.
My beloved King James Bible that ministers to my heart.
My precious church family and a pastor who preaches God's Word.
My dear family, who loves me.
The health that I do still have.
The ability to voice my thoughts, to sing praises to God, to write for His glory...
Fresh air, a good home, plenty to eat, wonderful Christian friends...
an eternal home in Heaven...a relationship with my Heavenly Father. The knowledge that I'll never go to hell. Living in America. Living in the South. Freedom to praise my God.

My blessing are so numerous, how can I count them? God has been so good, no matter what!

Stolen Birthright

Many of us know the story of Essau and Jacob. Essau, in a moment of exaggerated desperation sold his birthright to his younger brother Jacob. This was no small thing. With the birthright came the promise of the Messiah, a double portion of the inheritance, and the Priesthood of the family. To give it away for something so insignificant was a wicked thing. God said He hated Essau because he was profane man.

Now I know God intended all along for Jacob to have the birthright. In fact, Jacob himself would reverse the order of his grandchildrens' birthrights as well.

So what am talking about when I refer to a stolen birthright? I mean America's birthright.

God birthed this country from pangs of religious persecution. The Puritans came here because the Anglicans and Catholics persecuted them. They in turn persecuted the Baptists here, but God used the Baptists to shape the very constitution of the United States. (Another topic all together, but read about it. It will bless your heart.)

This country seemed destined for greatness. It was a haven for all people downtrodden. The Jews were granted rest and freedom here. We had a Constitution of freedom. Religious and personal liberty was guaranteed protected.

God sent revivals and the people responded during the Great Awakenings. Souls were sensitive to the working of the Spirit. People were of strong moral fiber and had a solid work ethic.

God blessed the country economically as well. God fought our wars for us. God blessed us over and over again. God had great things for America.

But America had an enemy named Satan. Satan slipped in, sending Jesuits, Communists, Socialists, Secret Societies, Muslims and others with various names with one purpose: destroy the great nation God raised up.

Satan slipped into positions of government, banking, universities and public schools. He did the most damage by finally slipping into pulpits and homes.

Satan told men and women that humanism, feminism, and socialism was the answer, and that there was no God.

He sowed seeds of pride and rebellion that eventually came to fruition. Now those of us who love America and remember her as a great nation stand by and wonder what has happened.

We wonder how it could be lawful to kill babies, kill disabled people, and kill elderly people. We wonder how men with men and women with women is acceptable.

We cry out in frustration at a government that continuously puts the economy in precarious danger by borrowing from Communist countries like China, and giving bailouts that do not work.

We do not understand how the government could possibly desire to take away our weapons so that we can no longer defend what is ours.

We feel betrayed by a government that allowed a man with Muslim and terrorist ties, who will not produce a birth certificate to prove his citizenship to become the Commander and Chief of our great nation.

We wonder why we are on the fast track repeating the mistakes of Hitler, and why people who are true enemies of America are in leadership positions.

We know that the America we grew up in will not be the America our children will come to know, and that is heartbreaking.

We as a nation have sold our birthright, not to Jacob, but to Satan.

Should it be any surprise now that school children murder one another? In the average public school a child can get drugs, alcohol, and other forms of filth before first period.

Muslim "soldiers" perpetrate acts of violence on our soldiers and men are too cowardly to call it terrorism.

Women murder their babies and it's considered socially acceptable.

Homosexuals push for their marital rights...and are granted them!

Everyone wants a free government handout from an economy that is already strained to the nth degree.

And scientists tell us we've evolved to a higher standard? Anyone with half a brain knows how foolish that statement is.

Yes, sadly, it's true. America sold her birthright to the enemy and now we are being overtaken with what appears to be no hope in sight.

However, I have good news. Good news, you say? DO tell!

God is still on the throne. He is still in charge. He is coming back one day, and don't think for a minute the church is leaving this world defeated. We may leave persecuted, and we may leave hated, but NEVER defeated! The gates of hell shall NEVER prevail! Satan may try. He thinks he's one a few victories. But God is keeping score and He's already won the war! He won at Calvary, and one day He will rule this world in power and majesty and the scoffers will be banished eternally. And that's enough to keep us shouting till the rapture takes place! Rejoice, brothers and sisters. He is on the throne!

Keeping your heart...

I've been thinking for awhile about this subject. Then I began to hear others talk about it. A few weeks ago, a dear sister in Christ was here with her husband and as we were talking she mentioned that her new book she is writing is about keeping our hearts. She floored me, because I had not heard many people who believed this.
Then just last night, a dear brother mentioned the verse that I've been pondering in my heart for months. "Keep thy heart with all diligence."

I believe that is strong language. He mentioned how "keep" meant to "guard" and that was a military term. And we know that if we diligently do something, we are putting our all into it.

For now, there are three areas I want to talk about guarding our heart in.

The first is friends. Who you are friends with says a lot about you. Have you ever heard a mother defend a wayward child by saying, "He's a good boy, he just got in with the wrong crowd." Well the longer we allow ourselves to "fellowship" with the wrong crowd, the more like them we become. Pretty soon, we are that wrong crowd.

We should guard our heart against the wrong kind of friends. We should choose them carefully. I agree we should show kindness to all men, but that doesn't mean we have to allow them to become close to us. Remember the Bible says, "Evil communications corrupt good manners."

Secondly, we should guard our hearts from ungodly influences. Every day we are bombarded with things. We must make the choice of what we will allow in our life, and what we will cast out.

For me, music is a hard one. Sometimes in the grocery store I will hear a song I listened to before I was saved, and POW! All the words instantly come back into my mind. What must I do? Put it out! Even if that means leaving the store.

Some people don't struggle with music, but they struggle in other areas. It may be with their eyes. The Bible has verses for that. Job said he made a covenant with his eyes. The Bible also says, "I will set no wicked thing before mine eye."
Magazines, books, TV, billboards...even immodesty in public. There is much to guard our eyes from!

Maybe it's places. For those who were into drugs and alcohol before they were saved, it would not be wise to visit the liquor store or drug house...even if it is to pass out tracts.

Maybe it's gossip. There are those who just love to be the first to share something juicy. RUN from them! Avoid it, nip it in the bud. If you hear it, you will be tempted to spread it.

Maybe it's a heart issue; pride, jealousy, anger, bitterness. I've struggled with those before. We have to root them out though, because if not, they will gain a strong hold in our lives that will be harder to deal with later.

It could be other things. We all fight our own individual battles. We need the Lord to help us guard our heart from things that would influence us in an ungodly way.

How about relationships? This is the third one. This is a big one with teenagers and young people. Girls want their prince charming...guys want that perfect girl. So what do they do? They resort to the world's philosophy for finding a mate, and date. Now, I am not even getting into why I am against dating. The fact that it is a practice of the world should suffice here.

The point is, instead of guarding their heart, keeping their heart, and giving their heart to God so that He can send the right person at the right time, they run ahead, and many times give pieces of their hearts away. This is wrong. Not only does it cause them "heartbreak" in the present, but when they do find themselves married, it is unfair to their mate because they have given parts of their heart to other people in the past.

I speak from some experience, because even though I have never dated, I have given my heart. I look back with regret. I know I am forgiven by my Saviour, but should I one day marry, I will regret having given my heart to someone else other than my husband.

There are many other areas that we should guard our hearts in, but suffice it to say, if we give our hearts to God and ask Him to keep watch on it, we can save ourselves a lot of "heartache."

It isn't easy, but I firmly believe had I guarded my heart more closely when I was a child and teenager, I would not have as many regrets today. Yes, forgiveness is granted because of Jesus' shed blood, but I live with the consequences. Separation is still in the Bible, and it should still be in the life of the believer.

May God help me and others to keep our hearts with all diligence. God bless!

Broken Pieces

Brother Lamar sent me a message today saying he's still looking for my poems on Facebook. Guess I got behind! I hope this will be a blessing.

Broken Pieces

Lord, can you hear me?
I've come to You in prayer.
You see Lord, I have failed You
and I thought that you might care.

God, I've really done it.
I've made a mess of it all.
I thought I had it covered,
but then I took that fall.

Where once I was Your vessel
there are pieces broken and sharp.
Lord, my sin has hurt me
right to the depths of my heart.

So now I guess You're finished.
I suppose with me You are done.
I had my sin for a season,
and the pleasure I thought was fun.

Now I'm reaping what I've sown.
It's time to pay the price.
I never knew that with my sin
I would make such sacrifice.

Oh Lord, I feel so useless
and empty down within.
I know You can not use me now
so I guess I'll say, "amen."

But then words came from Heaven
precious and so clear,
from the Holy Spirit who said
"Child, I am right here."

"Yes I know you've failed Me,
and yes, it's true you've sinned;
but don't you know I can clean you up
and make you whole again?

There is no sin you could commit
that my blood can not make clean.
I loved you when I died for you
and this doesn't change a thing.

You see, to Me you are precious;
I purchased you with My life.
And I'll love you if you're good or bad.
I'll love you if you're wrong or right.

Sins that seem so hopeless,
well those are My specialty.
When you find you've fallen,
just come back to Me.

I'll never leave or forsake you
and for your life I have a plan.
Just stay close to Me and serve Me
for I'm holding to your hand.

A Precious Piece of Paper

How many times do I take for granted simple things? I live in an area where "everyone" is a "Christian." But do you realize not everyone knows Him? I mean truly knows Him. I realize it, but I'm afraid I don't think on it as much as I should. Saturday I learned an important lesson, and I'd like to share it with you.

I went back to the town where I grew up. Someone I knew had died, and my grandmother and I attended the funeral. Afterward, she wanted to take me to lunch before I headed back to Greenville. She and I both enjoy Chinese, so we went to a local restaurant.

Before I got out of the car, I reached over into my dash and grabbed a Chinese tract. I don't see a lot of Chinese people, so I rarely get to give them out, but I knew the people who owned this restaurant could probably read it.

We went inside and had our meal. As we were preparing to leave, I pulled the tract out of my pocket book and started to put a tip inside. A waitress across the room saw me and came over to our table quickly.

She was smiling, and asked in broken English, "I see, please?"
"Of course," I responded, and handed it to her.
She stood there and read the ENTIRE thing, and smiled even bigger.
She said, "It in Chinese!"
I responded that, yes, it was in Chinese.
Then she looked at me seriously and asked, "Can I keep?"
I already knew I was going to cry, and I responded that it was for her.
She looked so surprised. "It...for me?" she asked.
All I could do now was nod.
She thanked me and went away.

I've been thinking about that conversation all week. You see, I've been raised in a good Independent Baptist Church of some kind all my life. For as long as I can remember I've been in church and under sound preaching. I know all the songs, I know all about the gospel. It's kind of like the air I breathe...it's there. How many times do I take it for granted?

How many times do I just forget to thank God for how good He is to me? He allowed me to be born in America. Not just that, He allowed me to be born in the South, where everyone knows "something" about God.

I could have been born in China, where the gospel isn't freely spoken.

I could have came to America as a foreigner, not speaking the language, and as a result, most likely not being reached with the gospel.

I have tons of tracts. English, Spanish, and yes, Chinese. I have easy access to them.

I have six Bibles (although 4 years ago, I only had 1); two of which are bilingual English/Spanish Bibles.

I live within walking distance of my church, and where I used to live, I was less than a five minute drive away.

I can worship freely and publicly pass out tracts and witness. I can be open about my faith. I am so blessed, and I take things like a "simple" gospel tract for granted, when to that dear woman, it was PRECIOUS!

And she is right. It is precious! My Saviour is Precious, and so is His gospel. It is also powerful. So powerful that it changed me from a wicked sinner to a child of God. So powerful that it can reach a Chinese woman living in America.

So I pray for her. Since Saturday, I've prayed each morning that God would not allow His Word to return void, that she would accept the gospel and be saved. I may never know this side of Heaven, but I pray she comes to know the PERSON that the PAPER told her about.

May God forgive me for not being as reverent as I should have been toward His gospel, and may this encourage you as well to thank Him for His saving power that reached you.

God bless!

Continuing the poem theme for FB...

Ok, here's another one for those who requested them.

I heard a man of God say one time, "Hope my shouting doesn't bother you. I'm just practicing for Heaven." I love that! The Bible says let the redeemed of the Lord say so, so why are we afraid to praise Him publicly and privately? Why does old time, Holy Ghost worship scare or bother some people?

I've heard a lot of arguments. Some say it's all emotionalism. I have two responses to that. Number one, what is wrong with getting emotional about being saved, going to Heaven, never going to hell, and Having the Holy Spirit dwell with in us? That's enough for me to shout, cry, and praise God all the way to Heaven for. I'd say those emotions are good.

Number two, if the Spirit of God leads you to worship and praise Him, you should obey, or you will quench the Spirit, and the Bible commands us NOT to do that.

I've also heard people say, "Others might think ya'll are charismatic for all that shouting, crying, and running."

My response to that is, are you really going to let the charismaniacs steal your shout? Don't you know Baptists were around way before them? I've read that the wife of Shubal Stearns (who's church birthed most of the Baptist Churches in the south) prayed and testified publicly. That was in the 1700's, way before Pentecostalism.

I will say, I am not, and never have been for those who "worship" to call attention to themselves, or those who do things without the Spirit's leading. That is out of order, and will quench the Spirit as quickly as someone who won't worship when lead to.

I understand that some people are more emotional than others. Some people are introverted. Some are shy. I understand that we don't all worship in the same way. I've seen people shout, run, cry, laugh, bow their head, wave their hand, stand, or nod their head. I've seen them smile, I've seen women wave handkerchiefs. Some people do nothing on the outside, but inside they are praising and glorifying God. It's all good, and in order. The Bible says let everything be done decently and in order, and worshiping God is always in order. Publicly, and privately.

That's what this poem is about. It's entitled, Heavenly Language, and my purpose for writing it is to share my heart concerning worship. Worship is commanded, and I believe in Heaven we'll lose all the dignity, fear, formality, and may I just say, pride. I believe when we see the One who bled and died for us, we will fall down before Him and praise Him. I believe we'll cry "Holy," and "Worthy is the Lamb!" I believe we'll cry and praise Him for not letting us go to Hell. I think we'll worship Him for who He is and adore Him eternally. So if you feel lead of God to worship Him down here, just remember you're "just practicing for when you get to Heaven."

How can we do any less for the One who has been so good to us?
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Heavenly Language

There is a language
I'm thankful to learn.
It's one I picked up on
when from my old life I turned.

It started with "Glory to God!"
Then a "Hallelujah" slipped on in.
Pretty soon I even found myself
shouting out "Amen!"

"That's right, Preacher!
Tell it like it is!
I'm glad to learn a language
to which there is no quiz!

This language is spoken
with shouting, running, or tears.
It's a language I'm still learning
though I've been saved for years.

If you hear folks shouting
or see raising of hands,
we're only practicing for Heaven
and hope you'll understand.

Charismatic tongue flapping
will never pass the test.
Those of Old Time Religion
know the Heavenly Language is best.

Poems

Ok, in response to some friends on Facebook, I will be posting some poems from my book here and linking this page to FB occasionally.

I'd like to share this one today, and also give the background behind it. Dr. Dan Truax was my missions teacher in Bible college. I had heard stories about him when I was younger, and was so excited to meet him in person. At the time he was my teacher, he was up in years, and his wife, Mary came to class with him.

I spent many Saturday afternoons in their home looking at pictures he had sketched and painted, and listening to them talk about their time as missionaries. Dr. Truax was born in China. His parents were missionaries there. He and his wife served in the Sahara desert until health reasons sent them back to the states.

His stories often made me cry. I could see, even though he was no longer able to go to Africa, he longed for the people. It was through he and his wife that I gained a burden for missionary/ministry work. Though I don't know where the Lord will lead me, I long to serve Him, whether it's here in South Carolina, or the uttermost parts of the earth. One of his most popular sayings was, "What part of 'go ye' don't you understand?" I wrote this in honor of Dr. and Mrs. Truax. I pray it will be a blessing.

What Part of "GO YE" Don't YOU understand?

"Dear Lord, I want to serve You."
a soul cried out one day.
"But please don't ask for sacrifice
for that simply is not my way."

"Don't ask me to go to foreign fields,
or leave my family dear;
and Lord, it would be nice
to have all my comforts near."

"I just couldn't bare cold or heat,
or live in heathen land.
I would hate to have to learn
a language I don't understand."

"Don't ask of me the hard task
of prayer or winning souls,
for living out my life in ease
has been my highest goal."

The soul, now finished with it's prayer
sat back with peace, content.
Until an answer came from Heaven and said,
"To a foreign lang you have been sent."

"For it was in My purpose
and all along My plan.
Now I ask you this one question:
What part of GO YE don't you understand?"

We may stand back and wonder
who would pray to God that prayer.
But looking in our church pews
we'll find our answers there.

Now you've read my poem,
the words are simple from my hand.
Yet I ask you this one question:
What part of GO YE don't YOU understand?

Blessings and burdens...

The Lord tells us to walk by faith and not sight. Sometimes that's easier said than done, however He has never failed yet, and He never will.

The Lord graciously allowed me to spend the day with my best friend Erin this week. I was also able to visit with my favorite aunt and uncle yesterday as well. She is my Papa's sister, the oldest of the ten children. We looked through old photos and talked about my Papa. Not a day goes by that I don't miss him or think about him. Losing a father at any age isn't easy, but there are so many times I wish I could ask his advice, ask him to pray, or be held in his arms where I was always safe and NOTHING could worry me. I'm glad our Lord is that way too. When He holds me I am secure.

She loves talking about her memories from growing up and I love to hear them.

Please pray for us all right now. One of my uncles is in the hospital in Critical Care. Not sure if he's saved, and not sure if he'll make it, although he was a bit better today.

Must go! Thanks for praying!

A timely prayer

"Headquarters, Army Northern Virginia, August 13, 1863.

"The President of the Confederate States has, in the name of the people,
appointed August 21st as a day of fasting, humiliation, and prayer. A strict
observance of the day is enjoined upon the officers and soldiers of this
army. All military duties, except such as are absolutely necessary, will be
suspended. The commanding officers of brigades and regiments are requested
to cause divine services, suitable to the occasion, to be performed in their
respective commands. Soldiers! we have sinned against Almighty God. We have
forgotten His signal mercies, and have cultivated a revengeful, haughty, and
boastful spirit. We have not remembered that the defenders of a just cause
should be pure in His eyes; that 'our times are in His hands,' and we have
relied too much on our own arms for the achievement of our independence. God
is our only refuge and our strength. Let us humble ourselves before Him. Let
us confess our many sins, and beseech Him to give us a higher courage, a
purer patriotism, and more determined will; that He will hasten the time
when war, with its sorrows and sufferings, shall cease, and that He will
give us a name and place among the nations of the earth.

R. E. Lee, General."

Hold Thou My Hand

Hold Thou My Hand--Fanny Crosby

Hold Thou my hand; so weak I am, and helpless,
I dare not take one step without Thy aid;
Hold Thou my hand; for then, O loving Savior,
No dread of ill shall make my soul afraid.

Hold Thou my hand, and closer, closer draw me
To Thy dear self—my hope, my joy, my all;
Hold Thou my hand, lest haply I should wander,
And, missing Thee, my trembling feet should fall.

Hold Thou my hand; the way is dark before me
Without the sunlight of Thy face divine;
But when by faith I catch its radiant glory,
What heights of joy, what rapturous songs are mine!

Hold Thou my hand, that when I reach the margin
Of that lone river Thou didst cross for me,
A heavenly light may flash along its waters,
And every wave like crystal bright shall be.

St. Patrick a Baptist!

Ok, so I'm dumb. I didn't realize it was St. Patrick's day until I went to lunch with Erin and Wesley today. All the green people had on kinda spoke for itself. What I'm going to share with you may be termed controversial, but I believe it's true. Dr. James Beller, Baptist historian writes about this in the Baptist History Workbook, and the article I'm sharing is by W.A. Jarrel, also a Baptist historian. I hope you'll enjoy it, and praise God that though Rome tried once again to cover history the truth has been gloriously made known.
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Was Saint Patrick A Baptist

The year of St. Patrick 's birth is variously assigned to the years 377 and 387, the latter being the more probable date. His original name is said to have been Succat Patricus, being the Roman appellative by which he was known. The exact place of his birth is uncertain. It was somewhere in Britain. In the sixteenth year of his age, while on his father's farm, with a number of others, he was seized and carried by a band of pirates into Ireland, and there sold to a petty chief. In his service he remained six years. At the expiration of this time he succeeded in escaping. He was "brought up in a Christian family in Britain, and the truth which saved him when a youthful slave in pagan Ireland was taught him in the godly home of Deacon Calpurnius, his father, and in the church of which he was a member and officer." On his escape from Ireland he was twenty-one years of age. Being a stronger Christian the Lord soon called him back to Ireland as the missionary for that blinded country. About this time, or before it, a missionary named Coleman, established a church in Ireland. Some think that "in the south of Ireland, from some very remote period," "Christian congregations had existed." Usher puts Patrick's death at A.D. 493 - making his life a long and useful life, and his age, at the time of his death, over one hundred years. The Bellandists make his death earlier - A.D. 460. According to accounts of his Irish biographers, he, with his own hands, baptized 12,000
persons and founded 365 churches.
Within the last few years scholars have succeeded in stripping his history of much of the Romish fables. The more this has been done, the more he stands out as a Baptist.
1. At the time of St. Patrick the Romish church was only én embryo.
2. In St. Patrick's time the authority of the bishop of Rome was not generally recognized.
3. There is no history to sustain the Romish claim that Patrick was sent to Ireland by "Pope Celistine". Throughout his life Patrick acted wholly independent of Rome.
4. Patrick was a Baptist. - (1) He baptized only professed believers. (2) He baptized by only immersion. Dr. Catchcart says: "There is absolutely no evidence that any baptism but that of immersion of adult believers existed among the ancient Britons, in the first half of the fifth century, nor for a long time afterwards." In St. Patrick's "letter to Crocius" he describes some of the persons whom he immersed as "baptizedc captives," "baptized handmaidens of Christ," "baptized women distributed as rewards" and then as "baptized believers." (3) In church government St. Patrick was a baptist. Though this appears in the note to this page, I will add proof to it. "Patrick founded 365 church-es and consecrated the same number of bishops, and ordained 3000 presbyters." "If we take the testimony of Nennius, St. Patrick placed a bishop in every church which he founded; and several presbyters after the example of the New Testament churches. Nor was the great number of bishops peculiar to St. Patrick's time; in the twelfth century St. Bernard tells us that in Ireland bishops are multiplied and changed... (4) In independence of creeds, councils, popes and bishops Patrick was a Baptist. "Patrick recognized no authority in creeds, however venerable, nor in councils, though composed of several hundred of the highest ecclesiastics, and many of the most saintly men alive. He never quotes any canons and he never took part in making any, notwithstanding the pretended canons of forgers". (5) In doctrine Patrick was a Baptist. He says Christ who "gave his life for thee is He who speaks to thee". (6) In the later or Romish meaning of the term, there is no indication of Monastacism in Patrick 's writing or in the history of the first Irish church. "Monastacism, in the proper sense of the word, cannot be traced beyond the fourth century". Catchcart: "It is difficult to fix the date when the first monastery was established in Ireland. It is certain that Patrick was long in his grave before it took place."
Thus, first, Irish Monasteries were originated after Patrick's death; Thus, in only believer 's baptism;
in only immersion; in church government; in salvation by only the blood; in justification by faith only; in rejecting penance; in knowing nothing of transubstantiation; in giving both the bread and the wine to the laity; in being independent of Rome, St. Patrick was a Baptist and the first Irish churches knew nothing of priestly confession and priestly forgiveness; of extreme unction; of worship of images; of worship of Mary; of the intercession of Mary or of any departed saint; of purgatory; of persecution of opposers of the church - nothing of any of the Romish distinguishing peculiarities.
Were Patrick not turned to dust, and were the body able to hear and turn, he would turn over in his coffin at the disgrace on his memory from the Romish church claiming him as a Roman Catholic.
~ By W.A. Jarrel

A Bit of Baptist History

I am part of an email group for Baptist History and this was what I received today. I got a special blessing out of it, and thought I'd share.
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"The third case in point is the capital of the state of Parahyba. We had no missionary, no preaching, no Baptists in that capital. Quite a number of disciples were made under the preaching of a Presbyterian missionary. In a little while after reading their New Testament, they got dissatisfied with Presbyterianism and went to the missionary and asked him if there wasn't anybody who did things like they did in Bible days. He tried to satisfy them but couldn't and then told them where they could get a Congregationalist preacher, as one of the things they did not like was the Presbyterian form of church government. The Congregationalist preacher came up from Recife. After talking with these folks and trying to satisfy them, and failing, he told them they were Baptists. They had never heard of the Baptists. They had simply read the New Testament and it had made them what they were. They got in touch with a Baptist missionary down at Recife and he came out and baptized 40 of them and organized them into a church. That was the first New Testament church in the state of Parahyba."

(The above paragraph is from the article "Brazil Needs Gospel Preachers" that was written in the "News and Truths" paper on September 27, 1922. "News and Truths" was a weekly Baptist paper edited by H. Boyce Taylor of Murray, Kentucky. Parahyba is state in the northeastern part of Brazil. This is just another historical example of the Bible making Baptists.)

Stand Still and See!

I love missionary stories. I love missionaries. I look forward to missions month at my church each year. I very much enjoyed my missions classes in Bible college. I also love poems. I not only like to write them, but I enjoy reading them. So it's no surprise that the poem I am going to share here is one of my favorites. It was written by a woman who made the ultimate sacrifice on the mission field. Elizabeth Stam and her husband John were Baptist missionaries to communist China. One day they were taken by soldiers Through her heroic efforts their baby daughter Helen was hidden from the Communists and days after their brutal murder she was found and returned to her grandparents, and later her aunt and uncle.



Wikipedia records their martyrdom; "the Stams were forced to march 12 miles with the soldiers, to the town of Miaosheo. The group stopped for a night, and Betty was allowed to tend to Helen; but in fact, Betty instead hid her daughter in the room inside a sleeping bag. The very next morning, John and Betty were being marched down the streets of Miaosheo to meet their deaths. Curious onlookers lined both sides of the streets. A Chinese shopkeeper stepped out of the crowd and talked to the Communists, trying to persuade them not to kill the Stams. The soldiers ordered the man back into the crowd, but he wouldn't step back. The soldiers then invaded his house where they found a Chinese copy of the Holy Bible and a hymnbook. He was then led alongside the Stams to be killed as well, for being a Christian. After marching for a short while longer, John was ordered to kneel, and he was beheaded. Betty and the shopkeeper were killed moments later."

A recent article in the Baptist Vision (a publication of Temple Baptist Church and Crown Baptist College) was about the Stams and records the letter John Stam wrote to his mission board.

Here is one of Betty's poems from a book of mine. It's my favorite of hers.

Stand Still and See

I'm standing Lord:
There is a mist that blinds my sight.
Steep, jagged rocks, front, left and right.
Lower, dim, gigantic, in the night.
Where is the way?

I'm standing Lord:
The black rock hems me in behind.
Above my head a moaning wind
Chills and oppresses heart and mind.
I am afraid!

I'm standing Lord:
The rock is hard beneath my feet;
I nearly slipped, Lord, on the sleet.
So weary, Lord! and where a seat?
Still must I stand?

He answered me, and on His face
A look ineffable of grace,
Of perfect, understanding love,
Which all my murmuring did remove.

I'm standing, Lord:
Since Thou hast spoken, Lord, I see
Thou hast beset--these rocks are Thee!
And since Thy love encloses me,
I stand and sing.

Elizabeth Scott Stam

Precious in the sight of the Lord are the death of his saints

Brother Pittman just passed away a little while ago. Oh my heart just breaks to hear this. Here is a portion of the email I just received from the pastor I grew up under.

"It was good to hear your voice a few minutes ago. Five minutes after you called Bro. Don Sessions called and told me Bro. Frank went to heaven this morning. Lot of rejoicing going on up there right now."

He's right. There is a lot of rejoicing up there right now. For those of us here though, the loss of those we love causes pain. I'm just glad we don't sorrow as those who have no hope. If you saw the video below you can tell he died with victory. Only those born again can do that.

**Edited to say I'm not sure if it was this morning...or last night. The email I received a few minutes ago said this morning, but I also read Kristi's blog again just now and it says last night around 10. Sorry for the confusion on my part.

Pray for Brother Pittman

Brother Frank Pittman has recently found out he has terminal cancer. I almost can't believe it. I heard him preach back in the summer, for what will probably be the last time. He has always had a special place in my heart. I grew up hearing him, Don Sessions, and Eddie Goddard at least once a year in the church I was raised in. I knew he was sick and I knew it wouldn't be long, but today on Kristi's blog (Kristi71.blogspot.com) who is a friend of mine posted a video of him in the hospital singing. My heart nearly broke to see such a difference in him since August, but I almost had a shouting spell at the song he was singing. To see him so very weak, but still claiming victory in Christ is a wonderful testimony to God. I hope that you'll view the video and remember to pray for God's grace to be very present in brother Frank, his family, and his friend's lives right now.

What a Saviour He is!

This is beautiful! It's a video from First Baptist Church in Hammond Indiana. Kellie's church, Faith Baptist, sang this last night, and even though it isn't the Faith Baptist Choir on the video, it is still the same song. Please listen to the words, they are a blessing!

II Corinthains 12

Last night my pastor preached on II Corinthians chapter twelve and I wrote this after the service. I thought I would share it here.

Unworthy

What have I to glory in?
Or goodness could I claim?
Nothing worthy in myself
but all of Jesus' name.

No acts of greatness could I attain
or talents that I bring.
Only to my blessed Lord
should I ever cling.

Nothing could I glory in,
for sure I have no boast,
save in the precious Saviour,
the One who loved me most.

What am I without Him?
Less than nothing at best.
What am I with His grace?
So happily, wonderfully blessed.

Precious in the sight of the Lord

Are the death of His saints.

I attended a funeral this morning of a local pastor's daughter. My heart breaks for the family, but God's grace is definitely present in their lives right now. The funeral was such a testimony of God's mercy and grace, and I truly believe it brought God glory. One person even went forward in the invitation, though I don't know if they got saved or not.

On the way to the funeral some friends of mine and I were talking about what it's like when saved people die. I began to think in my heart about that. I've been privileged to be at the bedside of two saved people when they died. It's never easy to lose loved ones, but then if they are in Heaven they aren't really lost to us; only separated.

When my grandfather went Home, he slipped into a coma first. It broke my heart because even though just two weeks before (When he was still able to really communicate with us) we had a long talk about EVERYTHING, I still wanted that last chance to talk to him. Early that morning when the hospice nurse told us he would die that day I called who was at that time my pastor.

He told me that even though Papa was in a coma I could still talk to him and he might hear me. So I did. I was able to be with him for a few moments completely alone and I told him I loved him (for me that's hard, because I don't say "I love you" very easily to anyone.) and I was so thankful he'd raised me as his very own from the time I was just a little girl. But I told him that most of all I was thankful he had been the one to lead me to the Lord.

Though he didn't open his eyes, and could not speak, tears started rolling down his cheeks. I knew he'd heard me.

Later on that day just before he passed from death unto life, he opened his eyes and smiled. Then he breathed his last breath. If you've ever stood by the bedside of someone saved who has just died you understand what I'm going to say. My heart was filled with joy. I know to some that makes absolutely no sense. How could I be happy when the man whom I loved with all my heart had just died?

I was happy because I had spent almost six months watching the strongest man in the world (to me anyway) became helpless. I watched a man of great faith in God cry some mornings "I want to go home!" (He didn't mean his home on earth, he meant Heaven.) I listened to him in pain sing about Heaven. I watched a man, who though he only had a sixth grade education could build skyscrapers and engines, lose the ability to talk coherently. I saw the dearest person to me in this world die. And I knew without one doubt the moment his soul escaped his body that he was shouting and praising God in Heaven. What on earth could there be to be sad about concerning that? I was also filled with joy because of the special grace present. There is just something different about that grace that I can't put into words.

I grieved later. In fact I grieved later that day. I grieved for months. I would forget he wasn't in his room. I would stand in church to sing and look out and he wouldn't be sitting there. His birthday came a month after he died, then Father's day. Then my grandparents' anniversary. There was no one to hug me, no one to joke around with, no one to sing with, no one to pray with. I cried sometimes until I thought I couldn't anymore. For a few months I pulled within myself and avoided people. Even now there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him. I don't cry as much anymore but I still miss him.

Yet there is still that special grace that only God can give for such situations. I know that grace that was so present to me will be present for the family who lost their daughter. That's just how our God is. He's a Highpriest that CAN be touched with our infirmities. He understands our grief.

After all, He gave His only Son for the whole human race!

There is an Amish saying I really like.

What God doeth is well done.

Though the Amish have issues in their doctrine, I have to agree with that statement. What God does is well done. His will and way are perfect, even if I don't understand. Especially when I don't understand.

This was not long after I came to live with him and my grandmother.
I was four years old.