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I was supposed to take the day off, but I just couldn’t. There’s too much to say! I have completely lost my voice, so I can’t record this essay. I’m really sorry as I’m often told how much people enjoy listening to my essays, especially those with poor eyesight. I apologize for not being able to read this one…

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a year ago · 58 likes · 24 comments · Karen Hunt aka KH Mezek

Some years ago, I found this touching handwritten poem among some papers of my father, in a file along with other notes made by his Granny and great Granny. I assume it was written or copied out by one of them, or by someone else in the family.

The transcription is given below. Any parent - especially the mother who gave them birth - whose child has gone to the grave before them, will empathise with the sentiments expressed in this very personal poem.

My Gathered Lily

My lovely little Lily, thou wert gathered very soon,

In the fresh and dewy morning, not in the glare of noon;

The Saviour sent His angels, to bear thee hence, my own,

And they’ll plant thee in that garden, where decay is never known.

How peacefully, how sweetly, ebbed thy little life away,

Oh blessed for ever be the God, who heard thy mother pray;

She did not wish to keep thee in this world of sin and strife,

But she wished that thou without a pang might yield thy little life.

She watched thee, how she watched thee, thro’ that anxious night and day,

And only turned her eyes from thee, to look to heaven and pray!

“Deal gently with my darling!” Was still her fervent cry,

And–“Trust me with thy little one”, seemed still the Lord’s reply.

My Lily, Oh! My lily! I saw thee hour by hour,

Still drooping nearer to the earth, my pale and precious flower!

And as I marked the glazing eye and felt the cheek grow cold–

The mingled thoughts that filled my heart, they never can be told.

‘Twas in thy mother’s arms, my own, thou didst resign thy breath,

And she will bless her God for that, till she too smiles in death!

Oh! tenderly indeed, my babe, the Saviour dealt with us,

When He in pitying love disarmed, the king of terrors thus.

One long drawn sigh thy mother heard, from thy unconscious breast,

And then she saw thy eyelids close, and knew thou wert at rest;

She pressed her lips upon thy cheek, how icy cold it felt!

And turning from thy chamber then, she went apart and knelt.

And often, often, ere it came, that last, sad, solemn day,

Beside thy cradle coffin she would sit, and gaze and pray;

And never, never from her heart, can thy sweet image fade,

So pure, so white, so still, so cold as if of marble made.

And when at length the day was come,-the solemn parting day,

That saw thee from thy earthly home, my loved one, borne away,

Still, still, my God was with me, and I was not seen to weep,

When they laid thee in the quiet tomb, where thy father’s kindred sleep.

And years have passed away since then, and many a joy and care,

Have filled by turns thy mother’s heart, in which thou had’st no share;

But still within that heart she keeps one sacred spot for thee,

And thine my Lily, thine alone, that spot shall ever be.

And often when I kneel in prayer, I thank my Saviour yet,

For all his tender love to thee which I can ne’er forget;

And when I pray for those I love, still left on earth with me,

I ask my God to deal with them as gently as with thee.

Author unknown. 

My father was present at El Alamein. He seldom spoke of his wartime experiences, but I remember him becoming emotional whenever he heard the pipe tune ‘My Home’, because that was one of the tunes played by the pipers of the 51st Highland division El Alamein as they led the troops into Battle on the night of 23rd October 1942. He knew many of those brave men would never come home. He later regretted his involvement as a Christian in military service, and after the war, prayed that God would give him a second chance to conscientiously object. He subsequently got his wish.

The photos I have posted below are of a leaflet he wrote several years before he died.

[Article by Henry Getley: Alamein 1942, the turn of the tide]

Here is the text of dad’s gospel leaflet:

As Liaison Officer in an Anti-tank Regiment during fierce mountain warfare in Italy, I was sent to the Brigadier’s Command Vehicle and arrived just in time to hear him speaking with an Infantry Commander on the radio telephone. The Commander was requesting permission to “dig in,” as his men were exhausted.

“No! You must keep going.” said the Brigadier. The Commander tried again, “But sir, my men are exhausted …” and he started to list the difficulties. Then the Brigadier emphatically ended the conversation with “You must reach your objective – even if you only get there with one man! Everything depends on you!“

I’ve often wondered how many of those soldiers ever reached their objective.

When Jesus Christ left Heaven, His great purpose was to save sinners. His final objective – the cross of Calvary. The night before He died, He went with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane. The fierce counter-attack of the Devil was about to begin. Even worse, “the fierceness of the wrath of Almighty God” was soon to fall on Jesus, the only sinless man. Three times He prayed there, “My Father, if it is possible, let this cup [the awful experience of the cross] be taken from me…” (Mat. 26:39). And three times in effect, He got the same answer as the Infantry Commander: “Everything depends on you.” The eternal future of millions depended on Him.

As infantry get close to the enemy, the casualties mount up. Between Gethsemane and Calvary, Jesus underwent the cruel crossfire of mocking, spitting, scourging and being crowned with thorns. Yet from the cross He prayed “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” (Luke 23:34) Was He not exhausted? Had He not suffered enough? But He must reach the objective; He must endure the wrath of God for sinners. Everything depended on Him. On the cross He became the God-forsaken Man. But praise God, He did it! Victoriously He shouted, “It is finished!” (John 19:30).

Jesus rose from the dead and because of Calvary, He offers salvation from the judgement of Almighty God if you will believe on him.

Speak to Him now in quiet prayer, and say, “Thank you Lord Jesus for dying for a sinner like me.”

John Holmes Johnson

Well said Frank Wright:

The whole article is worth reading.

Frank Wright

The Great Replacement

Have you noticed how nothing is what it was any more? Perhaps not, as noticing things tends to radicalise people. Far safer are the mainstream memes of The News and its actors performing to entertain, stuffing your thinkhole with McNuggets of nonsense…

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4 years ago · 16 likes · 15 comments · Frank Wright

I wrote the ditty below during the Covid panic-demic.

Yet, still today, like Pavlov's dogs, people continue to exhibit conditioned behaviour, wearing masks alone while driving cars, in shops, in the open air - just as the propaganda them to do.

"You put your paper mask on,

You take your paper mask off,

On, off, on off, shake it all about;

You put your mask on, and you take it off again,

That’s what it’s all about!

Oh! Do the Hokey Cokey ... !!!" 

In our church, we comply with the rules, no matter how silly they are. When we arrive, everyone must wear a mask. It doesn’t matter if someone has a health condition that might be compromised by re-breathing their own carbon-dioxide. If you don’t comply, you’ll be politely asked to leave. For the safety of the majority, of course. With one exception. Apparently, the boffins in the Scottish Government have decreed that ministers, pastors and church leaders etc., may remove their fancy face-dress when ‘leading an act of worship’ or ‘addressing a public gathering’. Can it be any more ludicrous? Are we not being played for a bunch of fools? Any dope can see there’s no invisible, ‘anti-virus barrier’ between speaker and congregation. Yet, we play along. We, who are supposed to be valiant for The Truth, perpetuate the lie. We pretend that these obscene impediments to normal human interactions are keeping us safe. ‘On, off, on off, shake it all about…’

Keeping us safe! From what? A virus that for the vast majority of the population, is no worse than a very nasty chest infection. I grant you that. It is nasty. Sorry?

“Whaddya mean, ‘no worse’? It’s a worldwide pandemic! What about all those people who are dying? Have you no pity?”

Okay, how come 99.8 percent of most people infected with the virus, vaccinated or not, survive? And that percentage holds good even among the most vulnerable group, the 70 to 90-year-olds. The average age of death ‘from Covid’ is 82.4 years. Oh, and what about India and Ivermectin? (Shh! We’re not supposed to talk about that.)

If any of that’s true, some misguided people have been telling us a load of porky pies.

Jason Leitch, Nicola Sturgeon, Boris Johnson, Sajid Javid, Chris Whitty, Patrick Vallance, the BBC, et al., please show us the evidence that we’re in the middle of an ongoing medical emergency, and we’ll believe you. Show us the robust, peer-reviewed studies that prove beyond doubt that masks and lockdowns have any significant effect on the spread of viral infections. Tell us why undertaker whistleblowers observed an unusual increase in stillbirths after the NHS started telling pregnant women mRNA injections were safe. Tell us why the testimony of three military doctors in America, recently given under penalty of perjury before Senator Ron Johnson, that there has been ‘a 300% increase in DMED codes (Defense Medical Epidemiology Database) registered for miscarriages in the military in 2021 over the five-year average.’ (OP-ED Article on Blaze.com by Daniel Horowitz, January 26, 2022). Give us conclusive proof that recognised authorities in modern medical science – (well, they were, until so-called ‘fact-checkers’ via the BBC and Facebook etc., trashed their reputations) – Robert Malone, Sucharit Bhakti, Roger Hodkinson, Peter McCullough, Sunetra Gupta, Martin Kulldorff, Jay Bhattacharya and many, many other doctors, are wrong.

Unfortunately, unless the majority in my church, and in society at large, realise they’ve been ‘sold a pup’, this hokey-cokey of absurdities will go on forever.

GOD’S ACRE

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

I LIKE that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls

The burial-ground God’s-Acre! It is just;

It consecrates each grave within its walls,

And breathes a benison o’er the sleeping dust.

God’s-Acre! Yes, that blessed name imparts

Comfort to those who in the grave have sown

The seed that they had garnered in their hearts,

Their bread of life, alas! no more their own.

Into its furrows shall we all be cast,

In the sure faith, that we shall rise again

At the great harvest, when the archangel’s blast

Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain.

Then shall the good stand in immortal bloom,

In the fair gardens of that second birth;

And each bright blossom mingle its perfume

With that of flowers, which never bloomed on earth.

With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,

And spread the furrow for the seed we sow;

This is the field and Acre of our God,

This is the place where human harvests grow.

Love is probably one of the most misunderstood words in the English language and it seems to be in ever decreasing supply these days. The Creator of our beautiful world is the source of true love. We see the evidence of His love and care all around us. Tragically, something happened which caused great damage to the perfection of God’s creation. We read about that in the Genesis, the first book in the Bible. The great enemy and opposer of God came in and by deception, caused Man, God’s finest creation, to defy His authority and go against His express instructions. God calls disobedience ‘sin’. Today we are reaping the consequences of Adam’s sin and Satan the deceiver is still at work, blinding the minds of men and women to the love and goodness of God, our Creator.

In spite of all this the Bible says:

‘but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.’ (Romans 5:8)

God sent His own Son, Jesus Christ to die on the cross and bear the punishment for sin on our behalf.

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He left the splendour of heaven

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Knowing His destiny

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Was the lonely hill of Golgotha

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There to lay down His life for me

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And if that isn’t love

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Then the ocean is dry

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There’s no stars in the sky

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And the little sparrows can’t fly …

Do you agree?