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  • J. Randal Matheny 8:11 am on 2016-01-05 Permalink | Reply
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    My Favorite Food 

    By J. Randal Matheny © 2016

    Ah, that smell! My favorite food!
    From hunger I’ll die without that bowl!
    The father’s bequest does me no good —
    A sip of soup — I’ve sold the soul!

     
  • J. Randal Matheny 8:47 am on 2016-01-01 Permalink | Reply
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    Never a Promise Broken 

    By J. Randal Matheny © 2016

    What a Savior, heaven’s love descending!
    Grace and mercy flow to us unending!
    Joy of joys, with all our sins forgiven,
    Far our fears and nagging doubts are driven. (More …)

     
  • J. Randal Matheny 6:46 am on 2015-12-31 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , poetry, redeem the time,   

    Another Year 

    By J. Randal Matheny © 2015

    Your grace has brought me safe to another year,
    I hardly know how I got from there to here.
    While I look forward to a whole year ahead,
    I pause to see the year behind that fled.

    And flee it did — the winged minutes flew,
    Though hours were many, pauses were precious few —
    Here, before the still, closed grave;
    There, in waters of faith, for God to save;

    Again, where powers clashed, the heavens rang
    With clanging swords, and angels lightly sang;
    And once, when lightning fell in angered rolls,
    While Providence spared by seconds a soul, or souls. (More …)

     
  • TFRStaff 5:26 am on 2015-12-29 Permalink | Reply
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    Hugh’s News & Views (The Touch . . .) 

    THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER’S HAND

    Over the years I have used the following poem in various sermons. Most recently I intended to use it in a sermon on “What Christ Means to Me: My Savior,” but time constraints prevented me from doing so. The poem was written in 1921 by Myra Brooks Welch and the story is that she wrote it within thirty minutes. As we come to the close of another year and look forward to a new one, perhaps it would be fitting for each of us to reflect on the message contained in this poem. (More …)

     
  • J. Randal Matheny 7:13 am on 2015-12-26 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , inaction, , poetry, sins of omission   

    To Him who Knows to Do Good 

    By J. Randal Matheny © 2015

    Jas 4.13-17

    To neglect the spiritual mind is the greatest waste,
    To hurry past the Cross, a horrible haste,
    To forget the soul, what lapse of memory!
    To ignore a pressing need, what failure to see!
    And plans that leave out God, what use are they,
    When lifts life’s passing mist that was here today?
    To omit the word of life is cruel silence,
    Undone the loving deed is harmful violence.
    ‘Tis sin — the same as doing the evil plot —
    To him who knows to do good and does it not.

     
  • J. Randal Matheny 7:26 am on 2015-12-25 Permalink | Reply
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    The Last Days 

    By J. Randal Matheny © 2015

    Grateful are we to live in the last days,
    In the fullness of time, when Jesus Christ was born
    Of a virgin, God in the flesh, when humble praise
    Broke out among shepherds, the holy kingdom torn
    From Israel, and given to those who’ll bear
    The fruit of God. The days of mystery
    Have ended. Now’s the reign of the true Heir,
    The Seed of the Gospel. The kingdom’s key
    Is offered to all. The call of the Lamb is strong,
    He chimes the hour to watch. He bids take sides.
    No neutral ground can be held—’tis right or wrong—
    He brings a sword, the faith a house divides.
    The lines are clear, shall we draw back and blur
    The truth? Or speak because we love our Lord?
    The priceless pearl is ours — shall we prefer
    The home’s comforts, or the eternal reward?
    The King returns! The Sovereign seeks his own!
    The morning dawns, angelic trumpets ring!
    We greet his appearing, in clouds, on cherub’s wing!
    What glory to rise with him and see his throne!

     
  • J. Randal Matheny 7:51 am on 2015-12-22 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , gifts of service, poetry   

    Pursue, Invest, Discover 

    Pursue your gifts, use freely
    for the good of all what God
    has given you. Put thought and time
    and energy at the service
    of people. No greater good
    can you do than to build up others.
    Do not invest in things,
    but in relationships,
    in discovering who we are
    as a community, as a family.
    And in that process, God
    reveals himself, and we
    come to know the liberating truth.

     
  • J. Randal Matheny 1:43 pm on 2015-12-15 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: complaint, , , poetry   

    Never Content 

    In summer’s heat, how we complain!
    When cold, we gripe and moan!
    And solitude’s a torturous bane;
    In crowds, we’d be alone.

    JRMatheny

     
  • J. Randal Matheny 4:13 am on 2015-12-11 Permalink | Reply
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    More Blest to Give 

    More blest to give than to receive,
    Said Him who gave it all;
    By death this truth I can believe,
    And hear from Him my call. (More …)

     
  • J. Randal Matheny 12:21 pm on 2015-11-17 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , poetry, sight   

    I See It Not 

    I see it not, but feel it on my skin,
    The clouds roll back, to let the sunshine in,
    And then they close, and shut the sunshine out,
    I see and feel the drops that fall about.

    I cannot see the Holy Spirit move,
    His presence by his fruit the saint can prove;
    In clouds the Son will turn our faith to sight,
    And all will feel the judgment God will write.

    JRMatheny

     
  • J. Randal Matheny 6:24 am on 2015-11-06 Permalink | Reply
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    For Thees and Thous 

    These sentiments are heard now and again and deserve some thought.

    I cannot hear your news for thees and thous,
    Your strings of memorized verses make me drowse;
    I’ve yet to hear a single text explained
    Within its setting — aren’t you people trained
    To teach the unlearned down on their simple level?
    I need to know how I can beat the devil,
    Devote my life to God, fire up my hope,
    And with my stumbling failures learn to cope.
    In Bible class and sermon I’d like to learn —
    To know the open word of God I yearn.

    JRMatheny

     
    • Morris G. Monkus 6:58 am on 2015-11-06 Permalink | Reply

      Personally, I do not believe a thee or thou ever stopped anyone from learning. I have been reading the thees and thous for many years now. I was saved by listening to the preaching from a book that was full of thees and thous and I have been blessed many times over the years by reading the same book.

      Thees and thous responsible for keeping someone from learning is a total false statement and a false assumption in my opinion. I believe this deserves some serious thought.

      • Tim Hester 7:29 am on 2015-11-06 Permalink | Reply

        Morris G. Monks I would have to agree with you. As a small boy I wasn’t only taught to understand the thees and thous in the Bible but also the proper use of them in prayer. I still address God with the more formal thee and thou when I pray.

        • Morris G. Monkus 8:30 am on 2015-11-06 Permalink | Reply

          Tim, I have actually heard some make fun of those that used thees and thous in prayer. I thought it was pathetic that someone would do that – especially since God has honored so many prayers that have been addressed to Him in that way.

          Thank you for your response.

  • J. Randal Matheny 10:38 am on 2015-11-02 Permalink | Reply
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    I Looked at the Moon, who Merely Smiled at Me 

    By J. Randal Matheny © 2015

    I looked at the moon, who merely smiled at me,
    The stars on velvet never spoke, but winked,
    I heard but groans and rustling from the tree. (More …)

     
  • Eugene Adkins 7:05 am on 2015-10-28 Permalink | Reply
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    Tossed To and Fro 

    I’m not a poet. I don’t even play one on the Internet. But here are a few words that just so happen to (mostly) rhyme while describing heaven’s desire for unity in Ephesians 4:11-16.

    Tossed To and Fro

    Tossed to and fro

    for what

    who knows

    but ah yes there is an answer

     

    Tossed to and fro

    by those

    who know

    how to hide the answer

     

    Tossed to and fro

    this is not

    the will of God

    for life upon the sea (More …)

     
  • TFRStaff 1:21 pm on 2015-09-21 Permalink | Reply
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    Hugh’s News & Views (Speed Me Up . . .) 

    SPEED ME UP, LORD

    Here is Wilfred A. Peterson’s sequel to his poem “Slow Me Down, Lord” that we ran last week. Both poems present valid perspectives. We need to strive for balance in our lives, a proper pace for living, knowing when we need to slow down and when we need to speed up. (More …)

     
  • J. Randal Matheny 8:57 am on 2015-09-19 Permalink | Reply
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    A Friend Indeed 

    A friend indeed is Jesus,
    Our every need he meets,
    Our hearts he fills with blessing,
    And powerfully thrills the soul. (More …)

     
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