NEW HOME PAGE
As the summer season approaches, it seems appropriate that we have a new scene for this page. I considered a picture of my backyard as typifying summer, but decided that a fence lined with head-high weeds wasn’t too attractive, and used a weed-eater instead of a camera, saving you from the torture of such an unattractive sight. This was quite a feat for one with a partially paralyzed leg!

Since the start of this site, my wife Edie, our daughter Brenda, (who does all the real work) and I have been thrilled, gratified and humbled by its reception. We are so very thankful for all of you who have taken the time to post your replies and messages on the guest book pages.

We especially want to hear from you service men who were in contact with us in the past. Are you still seeing these pages? Did you make it home safely? Also those who have been touched by this site in other ways: Are you following up on your service to the Lord? I may not be your pastor but I do have a pastoral care for each of you.

Since I am physically unable to stand before a congregation, it seems wonderful beyond words that God has opened up such an opportunity and continues to bless. Of course I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, It is His Word and He has promised to bless it. Isa 55:11 So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.

Concerning the material found on this site: It belongs to God. The poems and drawings are all my own works, but they too are here for the glory of God, and you may freely use them in any way in His service, except for profit. All I ask is that you attribute them to me when you do.
As you get away for your summer vacation, just remember that you don’t need a vacation FROM God.

TRUE REST

I thought I'd labored faithfully
And done my very best;
And so I turned aside awhile,
For just a little rest.

Then it seemed, on Sunday morning,
As I tarried there in bed;
A sad voice said, "The Son of Man,
Hath not where to lay His head".

Then I said, "I've given all I can;
Don't expect me to do more".
But the Word just seemed to shout at me,
"For your sake, He was poor."

"But oh, how much I've suffered,
In this weary, pilgrim land;
Then it seemed I saw Him silently
Hold forth a nail-scarred hand!

"But think of all the ridicule;
Why some folks even sneer!
And if anyone should ever laugh - - -
Oh, I live in daily fear!"

Then I heard, it seemed, a laughing mob;
"Crucify Him" they all cried!
I seemed to hear their cursing jeers,
While the loving Saviour died!

"But at least," I thought, "I've done as much
As some who seem asleep".
"What is that to thee?" He said
"If you love me, feed my sheep".

Then after searching heart and soul,
I knew, instead of rest
Away from service to my Lord,
I ought to give my best.

True rest is found in service,
Where the burden's truly light,
And the yoke is much more easy
When we share it with His might!

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