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It rains, and they appear. Want-a-be lakes, they show up and are gone. Puddles are a nuisance more than anything - good for nothing, really. How do we keep our lives from being the equivalent?
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George Herbert on Prayer Meetings
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When Fear Is Good
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NO FEAR, we are told. And the point is well taken. But fear can be healthy, at least when it comes to eternal matters.
Happy, Happy, Happy
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The Twelve Signs Of Grace
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Self-examination is not easy to do. The tendency is to let ourselves off easy. But examine we must, for eternity is at stake.
"Ouch!!"
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Spiritual pride is hard to detect. Jonathan Edwards gives some tips. The process can be painful, but necessary.
The Problem With Puddles
March 28, 2009
Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual zeal, serving the Lord. Romans 12:11
Puddles tend to be muddy, undrinkable, and more likely to spash than anything else. Their value is minimal. One can hardly think of anything complementary to say about them.
Henry Vaughn (1650) in his poem THE DAWNING, makes good use of puddles as a metaphor. In prayer-like fashion he asks.....
Grant, I may not like puddle lie
In a Corrupt securitie,
Where, if a traveller water crave,
He finds it dead, and in a grave;
But as this restless, vocall Spring
All day, and night doth run, and sing,
And though here born, yet is acquainted
Elsewhere, and flowing keeps untainted;
So let me all my busie age
In thy free services engage,
And though (while here) of force I must
Have Commerce sometimes with poor dust,
And in my flesh, though vile, and low,
As this doth in her Channel, flow,
Yet let my Course, my aim, my Love,
And chief acquaintance be above;
So when that day, and hour shall come
In which thy self will be the Sun,
Thou'lt find me dressed and on my way,
Watching the Break of thy great day.
Or, as Paul puts it at the end of 1 Corinthians 15....
Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain. (58)
Puddles tend to be muddy, undrinkable, and more likely to spash than anything else. Their value is minimal. One can hardly think of anything complementary to say about them.
Henry Vaughn (1650) in his poem THE DAWNING, makes good use of puddles as a metaphor. In prayer-like fashion he asks.....
Grant, I may not like puddle lie
In a Corrupt securitie,
Where, if a traveller water crave,
He finds it dead, and in a grave;
But as this restless, vocall Spring
All day, and night doth run, and sing,
And though here born, yet is acquainted
Elsewhere, and flowing keeps untainted;
So let me all my busie age
In thy free services engage,
And though (while here) of force I must
Have Commerce sometimes with poor dust,
And in my flesh, though vile, and low,
As this doth in her Channel, flow,
Yet let my Course, my aim, my Love,
And chief acquaintance be above;
So when that day, and hour shall come
In which thy self will be the Sun,
Thou'lt find me dressed and on my way,
Watching the Break of thy great day.
Or, as Paul puts it at the end of 1 Corinthians 15....
Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain. (58)
