Tuesday, June 25, 2013


(I was so involved on Father's Day that I failed to send this article. Then last week we had a meeting each night for revival. After much thought, I decided to post it today. I hope you enjoy it).

(Exodus 20:12) Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land
which the LORD thy God giveth thee.

(Ephesians 6:2) Honour thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with promise:
that it may be well with thee, and thou mayest live long on the earth.

                                     The Command and the Promise
Are any of us going to doubt Paul’s apostolic authority? If so, you may as well quit reading right
here and go watch TV or something else. If we are willing to be taught by the Word of God, we
have to admit that this man, who had been called Saul of Tarsus, a persecutor of the church, yes,
even a persecutor of the living Christ (see Acts 9:3-7), was a transformed man. We have to admit
that after the miracle of his conversion on the Damascus road, this chosen vessel of the Lord
became an apostle with as much authority as Peter, James and John or the rest of the apostles.
When Judas was revealed as the son of perdition, the original remaining 11 disciples voted on
who would take Judas’ place. They chose two men: Joseph Justus (called Barsabas), and
Matthias. They prayed about it. Then to “elect” an apostle, they cast lots, and the lot fell on
Matthias (see Acts 1:20-26). But God had His own election from the foundation of the world,
and chose Saul, who was later to be the Apostle Paul (see Acts 9:15). Matthias and Joseph
Justus may have been wonderful Christians, but you never hear of either again.

In Ephesians chapters five and six, Paul is laying out the relation of marriage to the church; of
children to parents; of parents to children, etc. He is speaking with apostolic authority, and he
who has told us in Galatians 3:11: “But that no man is justified by the law in the sight of God,
it is evident: for, The just shall live by faith”
, not only repeats one of the ten commandments,
but emphasizes that there is a blessing for New Testament Christians who obey it. Why does he
do this? Because even though: “Christ has redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made
a curse for us--” (Galatians 3:13)
, we still as Christians, led by the Holy Spirit, have
commandments and teachings we are to follow with the help of the Spirit. Otherwise there
would be no need of the any of the epistles of Paul, John, Jude, Peter, James etc… Remember 2
Timothy 3:16-17 “All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine,
for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: that the man of God may be
perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works.”

So, though we are not under the law as a covenant, we have law woven all through the New Testament. Every one of the Ten Commandments (the moral law of God), is repeated in the New
Testament in some way. We are not under the law’s curse, if we are Christ’s, but we are not
without commands, and instructions in righteousness. We are under the law to Christ (see 1
Corinthians 9:21). For the believer “His commandments are not grievous” (1 John 5:3)The
law on the tables of stone condemns lost people. It has been broken by them. They are lawless.
They are condemned by the law. That is why they hate His commandments.

We who are Christ’s have the law written on our hearts. His law is our delight, much like the
psalmist in Psalm 1:2. Mt. Sinai no longer holds terror for us. Our substitute (Christ) paid the
price for our having broken God’s law. So, Old Covenant or New Covenant, we cannot get away
from the Commandment to honor our fathers and mothers. As sinners we rebelled against this,
but after we become Christians we submit with joy. Jesus said: “this is my commandment, that
ye love one another, as I have loved you” (John 15:12).

                                               Honor to Grandfathers
When I wrote about my grandmothers and my mother on Mother’s Day, I had a text that spoke of
Timothy’s grandmother, Lois. (See 2 Timothy 1:5). The Bible does not have the word
“grandfather” anywhere in its pages. But “fathers” can, in context, mean grandfathers, or other
earlier ancestors. In the article, "Mothers and Grandmothers" (Word of Truth Vol. 6, Issue 11), I
told you a little about my paternal grandmother, and my maternal grandmother. I knew them both
pretty well when I was a young man. With this article, I have no such advantage with my paternal
grandfather. My father didn’t even know him. He died when my dad was only two years old on
October 27, 1910. You may remember in Issue #11, I told you grandmother was married May 8,
1906. My grandfather Charles B. Woodruff was only with her for four years, and then he died. I
was named for him, but I know so little about him. What I do know is from the family Bible, and
my own limited genealogy study.

Charles B. Woodruff was born on July 14, 1886 in Atlanta. He was a railroad switchman,
following after his father, John Matthew Woodruff, and his grandfather, Joseph Pinckney
Woodruff, born December 19, 1834, and died July 8, 1901. Joseph was an Atlanta pioneer, and a
conductor. The railroads built Atlanta, and after the Civil War the railroads really prospered.
John was born June 14, 1863, and died in a horrible train wreck in Atlanta on July 26, 1905 at
age 42. The Atlanta Constitution article I retrieved from July 27, 1905 told of two other men who
were killed, and two more that were wounded in the tragic wreck at Oakland Ave in Oakland
City (an Atlanta suburb at the time). John’s wife (my great-grandmother Camy), was the sister of
Atlanta pioneer George Washington (Wash) Collier’s wife. As I said, Charles died in 1910, five
years later. Ironically, he also died in a train accident. The Atlanta Constitution for October 28,
1910 said my grandfather was 26 when he died, but his birth and death dates which I got from the
family Bible and his tombstone prove him to be only 24 years old!

My grandmother, Lillian, was a good Christian woman. They attended the Baptist Tabernacle in
Atlanta. She told me in her own words that she felt the reason Charley (her name for him), was
dead was because he took the pledge before God to never drink alcohol again, and he broke that
pledge. I do not know if she is correct. I know if God killed all of us who promised, or vowed something to Him, we might all be dead! I just know that it is a serious thing to make a vow to
God. We take it too lightly! It is only by His grace that more of us are not already dead! It is a
chilling thing to look at that actual signature, signed by Charley Woodruff in the family Bible, at
the same time realizing that it is the only direct connection I have with my grandfather. I saw a
photo of him once, but I don’t know what happened to it. Was he a saved man, one of God’s
elect? God is the righteous judge; only He knows.
                                    Honor to a Good Step-Grandfather
Actually, William C. Seivers of Somerset, KY was the only paternal grandfather I knew. A career
army man, he and my grandmother married just before World War One. He was a noncommissioned
officer; a Master Sergeant. He retired in 1934 after serving 28 years. I have a memento, an engraved watch he received when he retired in Brooklyn, NY. I treasure it, as I do his memory. He took up time with me when we were able to visit Somerset, KY, his home town, where he retired. Several times he would give me good advice about living clean, and obeying my parents. I do remember, he, being an army man, liked to shoot a little pool. We used to take walks to town together, about a mile from his home, and one day when I was about 11 years old, he and I dropped into the local pool hall and had a coke. I don’t think they even sold beer in that town around 1953. Anyway, he showed me how to shoot “eight-ball” and “rotation”. My grandmother, who could get riled sometimes, gave him a real scolding for “teaching Charles bad things.” A pool hall of all things http://www.cityofsomersetkentucky.org/ (ctrl +click to view) (the pool hall is somewhere in the town circle). The drive-in theatre (which I believe still exists), is about a quarter mile from my grandparents house at the time.

Grandfather Seivers had some serious health problems in his later years, and he died March 23,
1959. We had spoken about the Bible a few times. I remember he seemed to be a Christian man.
The Somerset paper announcing his passing said: “Sgt. Seivers was a devoted Christian, and had
been a devout member of the First Baptist Church since his return to Somerset. He was faithful
in attendance as long as his health permitted.”
                                                Honor to Big Daddy
As I told you previously, Big Daddy (my maternal grandfather), was a large man, especially his
hands. They were big. The only person I have seen with hands as big was my late son, Chuck.
Big Daddy was born Robert Henry Lee Smith on May 22, 1897 in old Milton County, GA. Some
recollections say Cherokee County. They are adjacent counties, part of what was the Cherokee
Nation until 1838 when the U.S. government removed most of them to Oklahoma in the infamous Trail of Tears. Big Mama was born in Cherokee County. Her father (my greatgrandfather, Joseph Biddy), was a Cherokee. His wife was California Worley; so-called because she was born the day California became a state.A number of Cherokees were able to get away from the forced march in 1838, and began to try to blend into the growing white society, and one such was Joseph Biddy. One reason for the mistreatment of such a civilized and peaceful tribe as the Cherokees was Andrew Jackson’s
despising of all Indians. He treated the Creeks and Cowetas who once lived here in Coweta County the same way, if not worse. http://ngeorgia.com/history/nghisttt.html So my ancestry is
English, Scotch-Irish, and Cherokee. Then Big Daddy always alluded to Black Dutch which can
mean anything! Study it for yourself  http://www.blackdutch1.webs.com/

The Smiths were English, but I gather from what Big Daddy said there was some Germanic
ancestry also. That is usually the true meaning of Black Dutch. Well, we are what we are. Big
Daddy was a great influence on me in many ways. He loved his grandchildren, and there were 14
of us. They used to live in the Grant Park area of Atlanta when they came down from Cartersville.
I mostly remember them living off Howell Mill Road in NW Atlanta on several acres that was still rather rural, with a creek running nearby, a big pasture for their horses, and one medium size house,  and two smaller houses on the property. We used to walk and talk while Big Daddy fed the horses. He also had several old cars that didn’t run that he was going to fix “one day”. He called them “hacks”.

Remember, Big Mama was my miracle Grandmother. Big Daddy was my miracle Grandfather.
He worked for Georgia Power Company. Sometime during World War Two, he was on a power
pole connecting a line when he accidentally touched a live wire. A few thousand volts of
electricity hit him, and he fell off the pole to the ground. He wasn’t breathing, and his heart was
stopped according to those who found him. They tried to do what they could. I am told this went
on for 15 minutes, and then he started breathing again! They took him to the hospital. He
recovered, but his insides were burned pretty badly. After that there were a number of things he
was not supposed to ingest. One thing especially was alcohol. Before that I understand he had
been a heavy drinker, and a rather mean person. But, he did not drink alcohol any more!
I never saw him mean. He was always gentle and a lot of fun. He could be forceful if you didn’t
obey, but not mean. In the 50’s and 60’s, he loved to watch old western movies on an old black
and white TV. He called them “Shoot’em Ups” I remember seeing Lash LaRue, Bob Steele, John
Wayne, Roy Rogers, Sunset Carson, Harry Carey, Don Barry, etc., etc.. He loved those old
movies and western series like Have Gun Will Travel, and Gunsmoke. I guess that’s where I got
some of my love for the western. The ones of that day were pretty clean and decent with moral
standards that allowed you to know who the “good guy” was
http://ponderosascenery.homestead.com/      http://www.hgwt.com/            http://www.crazyabouttv.com/gunsmoketv.html

My grandparents always had a big portrait of FDR (you know who that is, don’t you?). The
portrait was right over Big Daddy’s bed. They had lived through the great depression, and as far
as Big Daddy was concerned, Franklin Roosevelt saved the country. He wouldn’t hear it any
other way. Like most southerners at the time, they were die hard Democrats. In 1964 when I was
first old enough to vote, I voted for Barry Goldwater, a Republican. I thought Big Daddy was
going to disown me! He was mad at me for quite a while for voting for one of them ##****
Republicans! After all, Herbert Hoover was “The Devil!” Nixon was “Old Nick!”

Well, times were changing on Big Daddy and Big Mama in ways they could never imagine.
There was a huge city growing all around them, engulfing them. The old Atlanta was really
“Gone with the Wind”. Now, it practically runs continuously from Macon to Chattanooga! In the
Early 70’s, as a bow to progress, mostly with his own labor, Big Daddy finally had an indoor bathroom. A “shack out back” had served for years!

This reminds me of later when I was doing courier deliveries. I stopped at Lost Mountain Store
near Dallas, GA. There were some old guys there around a cracker barrel talking. I had stopped
for directions to my residential delivery. I heard one of the old guys say, “I can’t stand cities. I
need wide open spaces. Atlanta is getting too big. I am glad to be here in the country. The city
will never get out this far.” Well, as it turned out my delivery was less than one mile away in a
large subdivision. I was thinking to myself how it was already changing since the last time I
was in the area. I really wondered how long the old guy had. That was about 1995. I don’t know
if the old guy lived to see it, but that area is shopping centers, traffic congestion, subdivisions, all
the evidence of city growth, and listen to this: the old Lost Mountain Store is still there! But,
now it is a facade, as the entrance to a huge new bank that bought the property. It looks like you
are entering an old country store, but you’re not. That is similar to the way things changed for my
grandpa http://annbcockerill-ivil.tripod.com/id5.html (You can see the Lost Mountain Store as
it was. When you get to the site, just scroll down. Other interesting paintings also).

Big Daddy and I talked about the gospel a number of times after I was saved. He said he was
saved, and a Methodist. He used to kid me a little about baptism, and how we Baptists liked to
dunk people. Big Mama would take my side. His eyes were bad then, and he couldn’t read much.
So, I read to Big Mama loud enough for him to hear, and he would often join in Bible discussions
with us. When time to go home he would always say “Y’all stay awhile”. “Come back to see us.”
“What’s your hurry?” I hope I will see him again. He died on March 8, 1978. I had the honor, along with my pastor at the time, Bob McCurry, of speaking at his funeral. I think it was the first one I ever helped conduct. I'll always remember Big Daddy.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Honor to My Father
My father, Theron Miles Woodruff, was born August 9, 1908 in Atlanta, GA. That’s a real
English name, isn’t it? As stated, he was two years old when his father, Charles B. Woodruff
died. So he was raised partly by his stepfather and his mother. Then, because Mr. Seivers was an
Army man, when World War One came he was overseas part of the time. Grandmother lived in
Europe some of the time, and generally it was difficult to raise two young children in those
conditions, so his mother’s parents, Oscar and Sarah Taylor took care of the children plus four of
their own. So, in 1923 at age 15 Dad wanted to leave home, and managed to get in the Navy by lying about his age. He spent eight years in the Navy, so he was 23 years old when he was discharged. He got to see Greece, Australia, New Zealand, and much of the world. For a while he was assigned to    the President’s yacht in Washington. He learned many things in the Navy; one of the greatest was how  to cook. Dad was a great cook, better than Mom. She would tell you that herself if she were here!
After the Navy, he went to New York and worked for a time. He told me he met a girl there that he   was going to marry, but she broke his heart. Working in the haberdasheries of New York City, he      said finally he decided to come back south where theweather matched his clothes better!

He met mother sometime in late 1938. He was 30 years old, she was 16 years old! When he came
to Big Daddy, and asked to begin dating my mother, Big Daddy was sitting on the porch of their
home in Atlanta. He said” just a minute”, and went inside. He came back out with a gun in his
hand! He pointed it at Dad, said some bad words, and Dad ran. Then Big Daddy laughed. It was a
toy gun! Later, he agreed to let dad date Mom. They got married in July, 1939. I was born a little
over three years later. Dad was 34 years old, and Mom was 20 years old.

The age difference really showed up between Dad and me when I became a teenager. We didn’t
do things together much anymore. When I was young he used to take me to Ponce de Leon Park
to watch the Atlanta Crackers play baseball.
http://www.newgeorgiaencyclopedia.org/nge/Article.jsp?id=h-1965 .Yes, this was before the
Braves came to Atlanta. They were the AA farm team for the Milwaukee Braves. They also had
more championships than any other minor league team. I think they still hold that title. There is a
shopping plaza on Ponce de Leon Ave. in Atlanta where the park once was across from the Sears
that once was. The Sears is now Atlanta City Hall East. The railroad that was one of the ball park
boundaries is still there. When I pass by there on occasion, I can still see in my mind some of the
fly balls hit out for home runs. The legend is the longest homer in history was hit there by
outfielder Bob Montag. It landed in a railway car and rode all the way to Nashville and back!

In 1966 the Braves came to Atlanta, Dad followed them regularly. He always rooted for them and
during his life they only won one division title; in 1982, the first year they had division play in
the major leagues. He never got to see them go to the World Series. I wish he had.
Dad liked to drink his beer, and sometimes really overdid it. He used to cook huge pots of
Brunswick stew or Chili for state officials, and even Governors. He worked for the FAA and
sometimes they would have parties. He drank, but he provided for his family. He had a great
work ethic. He was good with a budget, paid his bills first, and then would spend. Mom was just
the opposite. Spend first, ask questions later! Sometimes I have felt a little schizophrenic; I seem
to take after him a little and her a little! When I was young, even as a teen, he would take me
with him to his favorite Barbecue joint, and we would stay for hours. I would play the jukebox,
and drink a Coca-Cola for every Budweiser he drank! I guess that’s where I learned to love Coke.

After I was converted, I would come over and share the gospel with him. He claimed he knew
Christ, but had gotten away from Him. I know he told me (as Grandmother Seivers was), he was
a member of Atlanta’s Baptist Tabernacle. He was an usher, maybe even a deacon. Something
happened there. When I would try to discuss it, he would clam up. That’s how he was about a lot
of things, until I became a Christian. He began to open up just a little then. I did not think my
talks and witnessing were getting anywhere, so for a time I quit talking about Christ with him.
After 3-4 months he asked me one day, “Why don’t you come over and talk about the Bible
anymore?” I was overjoyed to hear this. God must be convicting him. As I traveled in my ministry,        I remembered where I did my first traveling to places like Savannah, Miami, Panama City, Pensacola, and Louisville, Kentucky. It was with him. I thought of him, and prayed for him as I traveled all over the nation, and the world. So many things change in life. When I was a rebellious boy of 16-17 years old, one evening Dad asked me to say the blessing. He always had a blessing before meals, and always the same one. I had been influenced recently by a friend who said  he was an agnostic (an “honest doubter”). So I thought in my cocky way that being an agnostic must be cool. So when he asked me to pray I said, “Why should I pray? There is no God!” I thought my Dad was going to floor me. He said “don’t you ever say that in this house again!” I argued with him, said   he didn’t believe either because he didn’t live like it. Then I stomped out and stayed gone most of the night.

That night changed a few things. I must say, although I was wrong to ever disrespect my father
that way, kids watch what their parents do. I saw hypocrisy in him. He was saying it, but not living      it. Yet God brought to light a marvelous journey for both of us that night. A journey He had planned      for us before the foundation of the world. As I was out walking on the streets of Atlanta that night, something took place. A beginning, really, of something wonderful. I was upset, so I had to ask myself some questions that I couldn’t answer. I wanted to know “was there really a God?” I asked Him, ignorantly, something like this. “God, if you really exist, give me some guidance. You know I used       to go to Sunday School and church regularly. Friends have laughed at me for reading the Bible, and now I’ve left all that behind. Now, I have insulted my own father. I want to know, God, do You really exist?” My answer came that night, as I looked up at the most beautiful starlit sky you could ever see    in a city. It came to me, “Who made all those stars? Did they just evolve -- pop into being?” Suddenly I knew that could not be true, and I sensed a presence I had not felt in years, maybe never as strong.  “But without faith it is impossible to please Him; for he that cometh to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him” (Hebrews 11:6).

That night actually was four or five years before I was saved, but I never doubted there was a
God again. I apologized to Dad the next day. He seemed surprised but accepted my apology. The
next few years brought Dad’s retirement. He had his second “mild” heart attack, and some other
physical problems. I got married in 1962 and started a family. Dad still didn’t want to be too
close. That was really his way, however. He was not inclined to come visit any relative, or draw
close. As I grew in the Lord after I was saved, I began to try to grow close to him. As I said I
would witness. He seemed to dislike it, then after the question he asked about why I did not talk
the Bible with him, I knew he was getting interested. I gave him a Bible. The last five years of
his life, we got closer. He told me he had repented, but I wasn’t real sure. Then in the final year,
when he was dying of liver cancer, he told my wife, Sandra, that he was ready to go. He knew
that Jesus Christ was his savior. I rejoiced in that! The last days of his life, we were closer than
we had ever been. He left this world on August 26, 1984. I thank God I have confidence I will
see him again. I love you, Dad! This is for you!

In memory of William Seivers, R.H.L. Smith, and Theron Woodruff. You each taught me many
good things. I trust I will see you all again!
By Charles Woodruff -June 18, 2006; revised June19, 2009, and slight revision June 11, 2011.

                             Some Fathers in the Bible
Adam is the first man, and therefore the father of the entire human race. He brought us misery by
his fall into sin, thereby giving a sin nature to all his seed. Every human born since Adam is born
in sin, and the only hope of salvation is in the last Adam, the Lord Jesus Christ (1 Corinthians 15:45).

He is called the father of us all (Romans 4:16). This is spiritual truth for all the children of God
through the ages, because Abraham believed God and it was counted to him for righteousness.

                                                              Israel/ Jacob
He was the father of God’s chosen nation in the Old Testament. He had twelve sons, each
becoming a tribe. The only tribe we hear much about today is Judah. This is because God
separated the tribes because of apostasy. In our day, all the Hebrew people are called Jews.

He is the earthly father of Jesus Christ. His seed did not produce the Christ child. Christ was, and
is, the virgin born Son of God. Joseph raised Jesus and taught Him the carpenter’s trade.

                                                       God The Father                                                                                                                                                                He is the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the first Person of the Godhead, and Father to all who
have been born again, and placed forever in Christ. This transaction required the Father, Son, and
Holy Ghost in time and eternity. We are His children ( John 1:11-13).
(perhaps we can examine all of these in depth at a future time).

Published by Charles Woodruff- email: oursong2000@yahoo.com

(resent June 20, 2013)


Thursday, June 06, 2013


      •                                             By Charles Woodruff

        The Arminian doctrine of election states that God looked into the future, and chose those people who were going to choose Him, making salvation rely ultimately on their choice. In Romans 8 the Greek word for 'foreknow' means 'to know beforehand', 'forlove', or 'foreappoint'. It does not mean 'look into the future'. The Arminian absurdly believes that God looked into the future to gain knowledge that He did not have from His creations. But, no being can choose Christ until Christ is revealed to him by the Lord. "He must increase, but I must decrease" (John 3:30).

        I would far rather publish the good writings of my brothers and sisters than to seek glory for myself by always being the one doing the writing, or the preaching. However, I do have a few things to say to people. But let Him who “ever lives to make intercession for us” (Hebrews 7:25), receive any glory that comes from these feeble publishing efforts. To paraphrase George Whitefield “Let the name of Woodruff perish, but Christ be glorified!” I only let you know who I am so that I may be of service to you in Jesus Christ.

        As George Whitefield himself also said: “Unloose my stammering tongue to tell, Thy Love immense, unsearchable.” He truly was a man who declared unashamedly Christ and Him crucified. How we need men like him today, but alas, there are few. God give us 'truth preachers' today so that men and women will hear and be saved. Amen!

        TRUTH REVEALED AND TRUTH CONCEALED                                                                

        “At that time Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes.” Matthew 11:25. Jesus’ words here show us: To some sinners truth is revealed; To some it is hidden and concealed. If it is truly revealed, God alone can reveal it. May He be pleased to reveal it to us.

        WARNING OF AN UNCHANGING GOSPEL                                                                          

        This is a warning I hope we all take to heart. As people of The Word, we have to ask ourselves how we can really expect to improve on a perfect model. Cautiously I will say that some new ways of applying the unchanging biblical principles are fine…we need to be able to communicate with 21st Century culture, but we must not abandon the heart of the Gospel and basics of authentic discipleship in the process. Sadly, this is happening in our time. We must stick with the true word and gospel of the Bible. It has not changed! It is still the same. May God reveal it to you!

        WHICH BOOK IS THE TRUTH?                                                                                               

        Since most things mankind learns is from books, why would men say that God’s book is untrue? The burden of proof is on them, for they are saying some other writings by Bible denying atheists are truer than the Bible. They are actually saying, in effect, that other books are greater, more accurate, more infalliable than the Bible. The Bible claims to be the word of God; accurate; infalliable. Put it to the test! If you will sincerely do that, you will find that indeed it is true, completely true!

        OUR ESCHATOLOGY                                                                                                                 

        A lot of eschatology and much of our theology in general, will be straightened out when Christ comes.We obviously do not have to totally agree how, and when, Jesus will return, and on all the signs of it. But, if we are saved, we must agree that He is going to return. I believe from what I read in the scripture that His return will be soon. It is a serious thing. You need to be ready and looking for Him. Don't be found surprised and not ready. "Unto them that look for Him shall He appear the second time without sin unto salvation."(Hebrews 9:28)

        FROM JOHN NEWTON ON DEPRAVITY                                                                                 

        “Although my memory’s fading, I remember two things very clearly: I am a great sinner and Christ is a great Savior.” “I am not what I ought to be. I am not what I want to be. I am not what I hope to be. But still, I am not what I used to be. And by the grace of God I am what I am.” (Both from John Newton) 

        UNIVERSALISM ANYONE?                                                                

        A Universal Notice- “God —now commandeth all men everywhere to Repent.” Acts 17:30. A Universal Necessity—–“As it is written, there is none righteous, no, not one.” Romans 3:10 (cp. With Psalm 14:1 and Psalm 53:1). A Universal Neglect—-“There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God”. Romans 3:11 (cp with Psalm 14:2 and Psalm 53:2). 

        LORD, HIGH AND HOLY, MEEK AND LOWLY, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see thee in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold thy glory. Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, that the repenting soul is the victorious soul, that to have nothing is to possess all, that to bear the cross is to wear the crown, that to give is to receive, that the valley is the place of vision. Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter thy stars shine; Let me find thy light in my darkness, thy life in my death, thy joy in my sorrow, thy grace in my sin, thy riches in my poverty, thy glory in my valley.                                                                                                                  From: The Valley of Vision, a collection of Puritan prayers and devotions, By Arthur Bennett, Introductory page. Banner of Truth, Edinburgh, 1975