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The Sin of Omission

Posted on August 31, 2010 at 2:46 AM Comments comments (0)

THE SIN OF OMMISION

by Margaret E. Sangster


It isn't the thing you do, dear,

Its the thing you leave undone

That gives you a bit of a heartache

At setting of the sun.

The tender work forgotten,

The letter you did not write,

The flowers you did not send, dear,

Are your haunting ghosts at night.


The stone you might have lifted

Out of a brother's way;

The bit of heartsome counsel

You were hurried too much to say;

The loving touch of the hand, dear,

The gentle, winning tone

Which you had no time nor thought for

With troubles enough of your own.


Those little acts of kindness

So easily out of mind,

Those chances to be angels

Which we poor mortals find

They come in night and silence,

Each sad, reproachful wraith,

When hope is faint and flagging,

And a chill has fallen on faith.


For life is all too short, dear,

And sorrow is all to great,

To suffer our slow compassion

That tarries until too late:

And it isn't the thing you do, dear,

It's the thing you leave undone

Which gives you a bit of heartache

At the setting of the sun.

 From "The Book of Virtues"

W. J. Bennet

Hurts and Pains

Posted on July 14, 2010 at 10:23 PM Comments comments (0)

HURTS AND PAINS


Dear friend,                                                                Written around 1985-86


    On many occasions I have perceived in your spirit a hurt or pain, and on as m any times my heart has gone out to that hurt or pain.


    “Lord,” I would say silently inside and pray, “have I hurt or pained this friend of mine in any way that she would have hurt or pain in her spirit when I look into the eyes of this friend of mine?”


    And Jesus said to me softly, “My child, silence is not love’s medium for hurt and pain. It needs to be expressed through tearful words that say, ‘yes, I’m sorry, I did not understand, but I know you hurt, you do have pain. I have felt with you in your hurt and pain. But, friend, there is One who has not only had hurt and pain as we have had hurt and pain, but has also

understood the WHY of hurt and pain. And because He came and took on hurt and pain, and understood the why greater than we can or could, He also gave to us a great gift for understanding—for what we are to do with hurt and pain is a very good question. But, the answer to this very good  question is the WHY he came; to heal our hurts and pains and to show us how to heal each other’s hurts and pains; for so many hurts and pains come between us as we do live in a world of hurt and pain.’“


    And as the Lord’s voice became the silence....my heart melted as I thought about these words and how they ought to be said. And I cried in my eyes and said in my self that that’s what should be ought next time I’d look into the eyes that say “hurt and pain.”


    And I sat quietly for a while as some time went by as time surely does, and then I sighed a very deep sigh did I, and I had this thought did I: if we can so sense these hurts and pains, how much more easily did Jesus sense hurt and pains, when HE stared up to heaven, then bowed his head downward, and as he closed his eyes finally—because of hurts and pains.

        

Written in Lincoln, Nebraska in a “relationship theology” class 1984. [Later on, I  discovered that this unusual “self-reflecting” class introduced several false sentiments of the counterfeit “grace only” gospel which all the evangelicals teach, as well as the Catholic cult. The course book we read, which the whole class was based on, was a “new theology” right out of Babylon’s corrupting religious “universities.” It did not teach at all the fact that we are accountable, and every person is accountable [to the One True God] [and at all times their fellow men] for SIN, which is the cause of all “hurt and pains.” Instead of relieving the burden of sin, this class in one very large way taught that whatever “pains of hurts” we or others have, SIN has nought to do with it. “Sin is the transgression of the law of God.” [1 John 3:4] Thus, it taught an inward sentiment leading to a false kind of “ministry”—a ministry of covering sin, instead of exposing it so the “hurt and pain” sin causes can be also dealt with, and so pain can be stopped and hurt healed. To deal with “pain and hurt”, “sorrow and death,” etc, without pointing to the ultimate remedy in a very clear and BIBLICAL way [via Christ’s love through his name and atoning blood] is to lead one ONWARD in the paths of the shadow death and to death itself. Therein, there is only but “hurts and pains.” Comment 12/2006


Dear Lord, How Long This Grief?

Posted on July 14, 2010 at 10:01 PM Comments comments (0)

When I think of your life and how much you suffered, my mind becomes cloudy with self-abhorrence and yet at the same time I am filled with self-pity. O Lord God Almighty, deliver me from this torment. Make me to joy, yes, JOY in the suffering no matter how hard it may be. Even if every breath is one step toward death. Bring me to the gates of death, yea, to the gates of the shadow of death, yea to the very valley of the shadow of death, for my soul is parched, dry as the sand in the midst of the desert. For I know that afterwards thou shalt deliver me up to thy glorious mountain, yea thou shalt set me on high, even with wings like the mighty eagle. And then shall I know how it is to be as one with the Almighty, lifted up above all that is failing in this earth below. For as truly as thou art God, so are the myriads of celestial respondents watching over Thy children, yea even this child, and are resplendent with Joy, praising your Holy Name. Praise ye the LORD.


    O Lord my God, how long shall be this grief, this burden of soul anguish, for that which I know nothing of? My mind is hung, it is transfixed between the chasm, the great chasm of this your child’s SELF and THOU, O LORD GOD ALMIGHTY. Only the SINS of the whole world could be greater than

this weight. O my LORD, deliver me from the grief which beckons to steal THY GLORY, the GLORY that belongs only to THEE. Deliver me from this vessel called SELF. Transform the mind in me that is all too small for your MIND to possess. Enlarge my mind O God, My Saviour. Envelope and fill, break down and repair, and if at last replace this my mind so small, with solely yours—as ALL. And then shall I know how it is to be one with the ALMIGHTY. Then shall I understand as thy servants of old, what it means to possess, to live the eternal weight of GLORY, and see the reality of this light affliction. Yea Lord my God, what Faith is this that sees the invisible as enduring, and the visible as nothing? What glorious faith is this that stumbles not upon feelings, nor the spirits of fallen men? What faith is this that resides alone within the heart of one whose heart pulses with the Creator, the Redeemer of all things seen and unseen?  What faith, what glorious faith, is the faith of the one and only true God. What faith, yea what glorious faith.


    Let all the hosts of the universe bow before thy throne, O Lord, Our God. For in thee and in thee alone do we find our rest. In Thee alone do we find the only true rest for our souls. Though our bodies, so weak and frail, so defiled and weighty, do continually pull us to the black dirt of the ground from which we come; though pain and tears, sorrow and grief, beckon us to give up...still we try our hearts, we set them fast and pointed as arrows with the tips of diamonds towards THEE, the  only ONE who can satisfy our souls; for only THOU can save us. 


   When our hearts are overwhelmed, lead us to the ROCK that is higher than us, the God or our salvation. From the end of the earth will we cry unto thee, when our hearts are overwhelmed, lead us to the ROCK that is higher than we. For thou hast been a shelter for us, and a strong tower from the enemy. The Lord liveth; and blessed be our ROCK; and let the God of our salvation be exalted!

  

        Written the Summer before leaving for OREGON, June 24th 1988


What an I Holding On To? [My Issac?]

Posted on July 14, 2010 at 9:52 PM Comments comments (0)

Lord....what am I holding on to, what am I clinging to that you are wanting to burn away? What curiosity like the curiosity of a little child (rebellious) even that puts his hand on the hot burner just that much too long and burns his little finger? Excuse my unorthodoxy O’ God. O, maybe that is what is needing to be burned away. Am I like the child above who in his growth never does learn the lesson? It may be why these calloused hands, these tearful eyes so mournful be. My mind needs healing beyond my call or the help of those who handle with care in human flesh. Do I make any sense to you? Do you see this letter as I thoughtfully endeavor to use the brain you have given me to use? Sometimes I think that the very things which I write are nothing but nonsense and folly of the poorest literary joke. But it is written to you, and let the world so be as it may be for us both. I love thee, O God, though in the past few days, weeks, yes, even months, I have been wondering what you have been up to that you would be so silent with my soul. So I decided to write this...this so-called letter to God, hoping perhaps that there is some strange dealing in the spiritual world that goes beyond my vocal notes. If indeed the Word made flesh did put the world in orbit (AND THAT I BELIEVE WITH MORE RIGOR THAN THE DEVIL’S DO) then it can be for sure that my God can see these words so small as me. It was said in the law that there was more to a pilgrim’s walk as long as he lent his mind to Him above for more than the bending down in the water. I’m taxing my mind at this time, so I’ll come right to the point. It’s this extra step called the fire baptism that brings the Christian to a plain of existence with hope as hot. But it comes absorbing all that’s combustionable, and even unknowingly, but after the ashes are floating in the sky we see that the way we’ve taken is just right.


But this is painful no doubt I’ve found, but Lord, as we’ve understood it, it’s the only way to the crown. So, dear Lord....What is my Isaac? What is that “Isaac” you so long to slay? Me thinks that some days the enemy

blinds my mind but puts a hole large enough for him and small enough for you that all I can think is that I am not right with you. [THE ACCUSER OF THE BRETHREN!] Through his hole he tells me very largely that it’s

something big, so very big, that my only real hope is to GIVE UP ON YOU! He points me to my self and if I look too hard there I find reason to believe that snake who talks with me. Or greater still, he points me to my fleshly

pangs of this affliction’s thrusts, and goads me to no end. He sends me your word and tells me that so for my safety’s sake it must needs that I be condemned in the flesh or else I’ll be condemned with the world. His musings are hard and heavy to take and painful at many a time. And if it were not for that whispering hope that finds it’s way through your small hole —that I wouldn’t have a hope to get through. But what is Isaac, just what I beg, to cut it free at last. But I know O’ God, that it is not  me who does this operation. So what is the point of all this wordy thrashing? It comes to my mind in a very subtle way (and I think that the Devil would have me to think not of it) that the Isaac in me is nothing but SELF and all of his misery. The apostle Paul knew. O wretched man that I am, who shall deliver me from this body of death? You O Lord, only You.


Written the Summer before leaving for OREGON, June 24th 1988


Sweet Dorothy's "Passing Prayer"

Posted on July 13, 2010 at 12:12 AM Comments comments (0)

Sweet Dorothy’s “Passing Prayer”


Oh’ Dear Lord Jesus!

All this woeful pain and distress

has worked for me Thine best!


(It’s OVER Lord!)

No need for me to cry anymore!,

For Thou hast gone before!


You’ve shut the sea of earthly woes,

And healed my mind to know no foe. (1)


You’ve stilled the waves before the harbor,

Of the graves of all OGG’s labor.


There, there is “rest”

(from the soul’s “sin and shame”)

And there, there is a partner’s “best”,

Whose spirit knew the same

Within his wife’s dear breast.


Oh’ OGG! Like a dream, didst thou “fly away”? (2)

But with thine own “self-named” wife,

You Must Know, We Shall Rise One Day!


(It’s OVER Lord!)

O’ Dear Lord Jesus!

All this passing grief and sorrow

has worked for me THINE Tomorrow!


(We’ll just rest now, dear Lord,

waiting to hear thy sweet welcome “voice”) (3)


(1) 1 Corinthians 15:55  (2) Job 20:8, Psalm 90:10, John 11:24,25, (3) 1 Thessalonians 4:16, John 14:1-3.


In loving memory of Dorothy Ogg. How she touched my life in so short a time, only God knows the good of it, though I tell it to every human on earth. She was most assuredly one of God’s special “Tuesday People!”


2001

Glory To God!

Posted on April 27, 2010 at 10:20 PM Comments comments (0)

O Lord, I talk to you as my personal, dearest friend.

Like a dart, I send to you my heart’s secret intent.

Glory to God!

I find you indeed are my strength and my shield!

Therefore with my whole heart I praise you on the field!

Glory to God!

This world is evil bent, lost to the curse on the house of the wicked!

But O Lord, you are mindful of the just and bless his soul habitation!

Glory to God!

When troubles come in like a hurricane you raise up a standard!

And your angels camp about and drive away the blast of evil!

Glory to God!

Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised!

Great is the Lord and his “light” is always!

Great is the Lord and his truth prevails!

Glory to God!

Rise up O God and send away the darkness!

Rise up O God and defeat the counsel of the unwise!

Rise up O God and bring down the wrath of man!

Glory to God!

Calamities all around,

Pestilence on every hand,

A thousand do fall,

But in thee do I stand.

Glory to God!

My flesh is this vile body.

But God is the strength of my heart and my flesh.

My spirit is yours though my soul at times is perplexed.

Then your answers come and you I adore!!!

Glory to God!

Jesus is with me in trouble!

Glory to God!

Jesus delivers me from trouble!

Glory to God!

Because I have set my love upon him,

Glory to God,

He answers me!

Glory to God!

Soon he comes to snatch away his hidden ones!

Glory to God!

To punish the wicked and to banish the wicked one!

Glory to God!

Hold on my brother, hold on my sister!

Glory to God!

Jesus answers the prayers of his friends.

Glory to God!

The final prayers will be answered soon!

Glory to God!

Jesus comes! Soon!

Glory to God! Glory to God! Glory to God!

Jesus Humble, Lowly, Meek and Mild - A SIMPLE POEM FOR THE SABBATH

Posted on April 27, 2010 at 1:50 AM Comments comments (0)

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Jesus humble, lowly, meek and mild

Bend thy ear, O Lord, to thy dear Child

All around is dark and sad—

This beautiful world you Created glad!

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Jesus humble, lowly, meek and mild

Do tears fall too? From thy holy eyes,

As you see what sin’s folly’s have wrought....

After all your patient “Creation Thoughts”?!

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Jesus humble, lowly, meek and mild,

Turn our eyes from ALL that’s defiled!

Lord, bless this Sabbath “full of light”

To see undimmed thy first creation sights!

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Jesus humble, lowly, meek and mild

Grant a view of glory from you!

Lord, above all else {all earthly wise}

Let us behold YOU without disguise.

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Jesus humble, lowly, meek and mild

Grant thy presence to each dear child

Who seeks to rise to worlds unknown...

And to be with you in all your throne!

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Lawrence Scott

O? Teach me to Suffer, Lord Jesus

Posted on April 27, 2010 at 1:23 AM Comments comments (0)

When the demons and men—so evil—send darts of “venomous hate”,

May the blessed “law of humility” be the guard at my hearts lowly gate.

O’ Teach me to suffer, Lord Jesus, to endure meekly the pain of thy cross.

Teach me how joyful, my Lord Jesus, tis to carry my own one little cross.

When pangs of hunger and thirst come to threaten my resting in thee,

I’ll remember long days of fasting which brought courage and strength to thee.

O’ Teach me to suffer, Lord Jesus, to endure meekly the pain of thy cross.

Teach me how joyful, my Lord Jesus, tis to carry my own one little cross.

When death’s harassment and shadows portend to destroy me

In calm meditation on Calvary my heart will stay on thee.

O’ Teach me to suffer, Lord Jesus, to endure meekly the pain of thy cross.

Teach me how joyful, my Lord Jesus, tis to carry my own one little cross.

October 17th 2006

Lawrence Scott

Rebirth Me O' Lord, for the Glory of Thee

Posted on April 23, 2010 at 9:27 PM Comments comments (0)

Rebirth me Lord, from my mothers womb where there’d be

    Lo, weaknesses, stains, and grim-ful woe.

Rebirth me Lord, from these things which were sown

    in the heartache and pain and grief that she owned.

Rebirth me Lord, from my father heavy hand, weighted with

    frustration and anger, bitter-sweet fanned.

Rebirth me Lord, from these things which were more

    thru the wounds and hurt and turmoil he bore.

                                    

Rebirth me Lord, from rejection’s sharp edge and

    from the weight of THAT sword, my heart defend.

Birth healing, nay, not solely for THIS—my heart,

    but water and oil in love for THESE do impart.

Rebirth me Lord, from my childhood days, where

    memories of good and evil cower ‘neath a darken haze.

Here, my eyes in grief and pain are blurred seeing the frame,

    where memories rhymed with reason, and yea, joyful gain.

                            

O’ rebirth me now, dear O’ Lord, in patience’s way,

    as part by part, you have your gracious way.

Rebirth me Lord, nay, not solely this for ME.

    But let water and oil run down for the Glory of THEE.




Lawrence Scott August 1990


POWER to Run the Race

Posted on April 23, 2010 at 9:14 PM Comments comments (0)

Cleanse me O Lord, from secret vice and sin,

from inner repinnings and murmurings within.

Deliver me O Lord, from stumbling stones “I” put out,

from waverings and wanderings and casting of doubts.

Fill me O Lord, with faith, love and zeal,

courage and submission—the meekness of those you seal.

Raise me O Lord, to new heights I’ve not seen,

where death to self is done, and Christ within me gleams.

Proclaim his Glory thou angels high around his throne,

mercy is poised in loving grace to those he calls his own.

Praise God, O my soul, for all his grace,

amazing, yes it is, for he alone doth supply us fully

POWER TO RUN THE RACE.    

                          




Lawrence Scott - October 1989



THE DARK SAYINGS OF PROPHECY - THE SECRETS OF THE REVEALER OF SECRETS


"He that hath ears to hear, let him hear." "Take heed what ye hear: with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you: and unto you that hear shall more be given." Mark 4:24 


The DARK SAYINGS of PROPHECY---the secret things that belong unto the Lord our God---the opposite of the Spirit of Evil, the "Strange woman"---the Deep and Secret Things GOD Reveals of the Darkness and Light that Dwells with him; the wisdom and might, the OMNISCIENCE revealing the Revelations of Kings; all these things spoke (and embodied King Jesus when upon earth) unto the multitudes in PARABLES; and without a PARABLE spake he not unto them that would listen: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the PROPHET, saying, I WILL OPEN MY MOUTH IN PARABLES; I will utter things which have been kept SECRET from the foundation of the world; the SECRETS of WISDOM, that they are double to that OF the "finding out of the Almighty to Perfection" (despite our iniquities); THE SECRETS of the heart sacrifice of sheep counted for the slaughter (as Jesus was); THE CONCEALED SECRETS of the matters of a faithful  spirit, harbored safe in the mulititude of counselors, where is the God in heaven that REVEALETH SECRETS and maketh known unto kings what shall be in the latter days (now), in the VISIONS of the heads (of kings, presidents, prime ministers, rich men, the high men of the earth, the merchants of the earth, and even dictators) what should come to pass hereafter (in our present moment of the future) and by THE REVEALER OF SECRETS; concerning human beings who receive THESE SECRETS, to make known the INTERPRETATION OF DREAMS AND VISIONS to kings, that all men may know their hearts and BY TRUTH know God is a God of God's, and a Lord of Kings; and indeed a REVEALER OF SECRETS because of DIVINE OMNISCIENCE, settling in their hearts and consciences, witnessing to the LAW OF GOD, in the day when God shall JUGDE THE SECRETS OF MEN by Jesus Christ according to the Gospel message of Glad Tidings of Good News. These are THE PROPHESYS WHICH MANIFEST THE SECRETS OF MEN'S HEARTS and cause them to fall down and worship and witness that GOD IS with (these) PROPHETS OF TRUTH, who are servants of Jesus Christ --- Apostles separated unto the Gospel of God as promised, for he promised his PROPHETS in the ancient holy scriptures (writ, graphe, documents) in THE PREDICTION of Jesus Christ our Lord, who was born just like the patriarch David was, in human flesh: whom now is made manifest, and BY THE SCRIPTURES OF THE PROPHETS, according to the EVERLASTING GOD, made known to all nations (ALL |PEOPLES) for the OBEDIENCE OF FAITH, which OBEDIENCE is deserving of a God of such WISDOM that he should be glorified for ever through Jesus, the christ. All these hath the INVISIBLE church (for those who have the kingdom of God within them) manifest in APOSTLES uppermost, then PROPHETS, then Teachers, then Miracles Workers, Healers and their gifts, Gifted Helpers, and Administrators of God, especially in all languages spoken by the nations (peoples); for the SPIRIT OF THE PROPHETS ARE SUBJECT TO THE PROPHETS that there may be no confusion of BABEL or BABYLON, but peace in all the INVISIBLE CHURCHES (of the hearts) of the saints; who are no more strangers but fellow citizens of God's GOVERNMENT, with the saints, and of the household of God, built upon the foundation of the Apostles and PROPHETS, Jesus Christ himself being the CHIEF CORNERSTONE OF GOD THROUGH THE SPIRIT OF GOD. AMEN, and amen.


(This is a poem actually. It takes a bit of pain to read through it though, because the style is "continual paragraphing." References: De 29:29/Dan 2:2,3/ Mt 13:34-36/Job 11:6-7/Ps 44:21-22/Pv 11:13,14/Dan 2:29,30,47/Rm 2:15-17/Rm 1:2,3/1 Cor 12:28/14:32,33/Eph 2:20-22)