Thanks

Why are you on my blog?

Reading this I hope,

I thought it was full time

For this thank-you note.

Thanks to every reader

For taking the time

To read these postings

To which I feel assigned.

Many have said,

“Why don’t you write a book?”

But that specific venture

Is not part of my outlook.

I am satisfied to write

As the inspiration comes

And most of it you would notice

Is about God’s Begotten Son.

Every now and again

I may write something light

But that is for laughs

And to make your day bright.

However I’m principally about

One’s soul’s salvation

And the fact that Jesus came

To bring us redemption.

So as you read

Please give attention to your soul

And remember all that is broken

Only Jesus can make whole.

That is the reason he came

And the purpose he died

So that one’s greatest need

In him can be satisfied.

The need of a Saviour

In the person of Jesus Christ

That forgives all our sins

And offers eternal life.

So thank you for reading

Each and every day

But even more than that

Let Jesus have his way.

Stewart Russell © July 2018

Thinking

From the origin of thought to the process of thinking

What a quantum leap!

Thinking

Disabuse your mind

From all you have heard

And let’s stand a bit

On the “thinking curb”.

Think a little if you will

On this Henry Ford quote

As you read in the next verse

Exactly what he wrote.

“Thinking

Is the hardest work there is,

Which is probably the reason

 Why so few engage it.”

Thinking is hard work

In other words,

The hardest work there is

It is not the absurd.

This as a result

Could be the probable reason

Many do not join

The thinking legion.

Absurdity by the way

Is incongruous with sense

Even though these days

Many rush to its defense.

So let’s be reasonable

As we think this one through

And by the end of it

Perhaps we’ll share the same view.

In another poem

I titled “The Origin of Thought”

I pointed to God

From whose mind it was wrought.

Job was forced to think

Through a God-given exam,

He did so miserably

Poor Job was in a jam.

Let me therefore draw

On that poem I wrote

And extract some of its verses,

See the following note.

“God the Creator

Is the Originator

Of thought

He created heaven and earth

And into this world

Human life brought.

It’s a human thing

You must have recognized

God is its first cause

That you need not despise.

Let us make man

That was a thought expressed,

Unlike all things created

This was a process.

The others he spoke

And they came into being,

Of the earth He made man

His hands did the forming.

Then into man

Life God breathed

Therein the expression

Of God’s thought was revealed.

Out of man

God formed his mate

With whom he could live

And his thoughts communicate.

Which makes the more sense?

Tell me the truth,

This evolution thing

Or the biblical proof?

God created man

With the ability to think

Then He gave him instructions

Thus the first moral link.”

  

If you didn’t grasp the above

Do engage your thinking,

That’s the very thesis

In your mind should be sinking.

Thinking is a God-given ability

He has granted to everyone

But that may seem absurd

For many appear out of that zone.

The first step in thinking

Is to acknowledge God

And stop being led astray

By that wily old Fraud

For at those times

When there’s thinking to be done

He comes into the garden

And common sense takes a run.

Take for example Adam and Eve

Who took leave of their senses

Forfeiting what God gave them

As Satan breached their defenses.

History is replete

With the many shipwrecked lives

Of persons who in their thinking

Against God did strive.

It is an irrational thought

When evolution they advance

Though a modicum of common sense

Points out there is no such chance.

It doesn’t take rocket science

To spot the absurd

Just a meaningful deliberation

As one thinks on God’s Word.

That’s a quantum leap

Particularly in a world of brilliance

For the brighter men become

The more God they resent.

Like Adam and Eve

They take leave of their senses

As time and time again

The devil breaches their defences.

Wake up!

It is time to think,

To get out of the morass

God is the link.

Stewart Russell © May 2018

A Matriarch Passes

Having reached the century

She has passed on,

Five months after the celebrations

Mother Hewitt is gone.

She appeared in good health

When she reached the mark

So when I heard of her passing

It gave me quite a start.

Appreciation is in order

For a race well run,

Tribute must be given to her

For all that she has done.

Many a life she has touched

In her inimitable way

And all of us that knew her

Rejoice to see her day.

She has left a mark

In her church and in her home

And many will reap the harvest

From the seeds she has sown.

It was a long sojourn

That she spent here on earth,

One hundred years and five months

Since the time of her birth.

Sharing the centenary spotlight

With that of her church,

She is now out of her pain

For her limbs no longer hurt.

She is gone but not forgotten

And her legacy remains

For having entered this world

She has not left it the same.

Many are beneficiaries

From the walk that she walked

And not her family alone

But with all whom she talked.

  

So Farewell we must say

Until we meet again

Over in that wonderful land

In which Jesus will reign.

Stewart Russell © August 2018