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Be Proud of Being a Square
Square: another of the good old words has gone the way of love, modesty and patriotism. Something to be snickered over or outright laughed at. Why, it used to be that there was no higher compliment you could pay a man than to call him a “square shooter,” but today a square is a guy who gets his kicks from trying to do a job better than anyone else. He’s a boob who gets so lost in his work he has to be reminded to go home. He hasn’t learned to cut corners or goof off. This nut we call a square gets all choked up when he hears children singing, “My Country ‘Tis of Thee.” He even believes in God and says so in public. A square is a guy who lives within his means, whether the Jones’s do or not, and thinks his Uncle Sam should too. He doesn’t want to fly now and pay later. A square is likely to save some of his own money for a rainy day rather than count on using yours. A square gets his books out of the library instead of the drug store. He tells his son it’s more important to play fair than to win. Imagine! A square is a guy who reads the Scripture when nobody’s listening. He wants to see America first in everything. He believes in honoring mother and father, and “do unto others” and that kind of stuff. So, will all of you who answer this description please stand up. Stand up to be counted, you squares who turn the wheels and dig the fields and move mountains and put rivets in your dreams; you squares who dignify the human race; you squares who hold the thankless world in place. This square never needs to look for a job or ask for a raise. He's in demand everywhere.
Dr. Harry Rimmer, when criticized for speaking in a liberal church answered like this: “Why, madam, I would go to hell and preach the gospel if I had a return ticket.”
Ephesians 1:3, 4
Dr. Harry A. Ironside tells the story of a little boy who was asked, “Have you found Jesus?” The little fellow answered, “Sir, I didn’t know He was lost. But I was lost and He found me.”
“Put the cookies on the bottom shelf where the kiddies can get to them.”
–Dr. Harry Ironside
The Way of the Cross
Some of us stay at the cross.
Some of us wait at the tomb.
Quickened and raised with Christ,
Yet lingering still in the gloom.
Some of us bide at the Passover Feast
With Pentecost all unknown,
The triumphs of grace in the heavenly place
That our Lord has made our own.
If the Christ who died had stopped at the cross,
His work had been incomplete.
If the Christ who was buried had stayed in the tomb,
He had only known defeat.
But the way of the cross never stops at the cross,
And the way of the tomb leads on
To victorious grace in the heavenly place
Where the risen Lord has gone.
“When Dr. H.A. Ironside lived in Southern California he would sometimes visit a wonderful man of God who had come from Northern Ireland because of his health. While Dr. Ironside would sit with him, he would open up the Scriptures in such an amazing way that Dr. Ironside one day asked him, ‘Where did you learn that?’ ‘Well,’ this man replied, ‘I didn’t get it be going to seminary because I never went to seminary. I never learned it by going to college. No one particularly taught me. Rather I learned these things on my knees on the mud floor of a little sod cottage in north of Ireland. There with my open Bible before me, I used to kneel for hours at a time and ask the Spirit of God to reveal Christ to my soul, and open the Word to my heart. He taught me more on my knees on that mud floor than I could have learned in all the seminaries and colleges of the world.’”
–Dr. J. Vernon McGee,
Edited Messages on Ephesians
“Thomas Hobbes, when he lay dying said, (and he was an infidel, by the way, throughout his life) he said: ‘I’m taking a fearful leap into the dark.' Edward Gibbon, English historian and member of parliament, famous for his ‘Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire,’ was however a noted atheist. Just before he died, he said: ‘All is dark.’ Mirabou, the French revolutionist and Jacobite, held no room for Christ in his life, when dying pleaded, ‘give me more laudanum, I don’t want to think of eternity.’”
–Dr. J. Vernon McGee, postscript to this day’s broadcast
“A sharp distinction is properly drawn between the compassionate love of God for sinners, and His grace which is now offered to them in Jesus Christ. Divine love and divine grace are not one and the same. God might love sinners with an unutterable compassion and yet, because of the demands of outraged divine justice and holiness, be unable to rescue them from a righteous doom. However, as has been before stated, if love shall graciously provide for the sinner all that outraged justice and holiness could ever demand, the love of God would be free to act without restraint in behalf of those for whom the perfect substitutionary sacrifice was made. This is Christ’s achievement on the cross. On the other hand, divine grace in salvation is the unrestrained compassion of God acting toward the sinner on the basis of that freedom already secured through the righteous judgment against sin—secured by Christ in His sacrificial death. Divine love might desire to save, yet be unable righteously to do so; but divine grace is free to act since Christ has died. It is to be observed, then, that the eternal purpose of God is not the manifestation of His love alone, though His love and His mercy are, like His grace, mentioned in this context and expressed in Christ’s death; but it is rather a manifestation of His grace.”
–Dr. Lewis Sperry Chafer,
The Ephesian Letter Doctrinally Considered
“It is not thy joy in Christ that saves thee; it is Christ. It is not thy hope in Christ that saves thee; it is Christ. It is not even they faith in Christ, though that be the instrument; it is Christ’s blood and merit.”
“He does not mean that He has raised us to that high dignity of theirs, but He has raised both us and them to one still higher.”
The Plains of Peace
I’ve been upon the mountain tops of glory and delight.
By faith I’ve seen my Savior there, His garments showy white.
I felt the ways of ecstasy come rolling o’er my soul
As God poured out His wondrous love on one He has made whole.
But it was in the valley dark that Satan’s fiery thrust
Caused me to lean upon the Lord and in Him fully trust.
There were no shouts of joy and praise--just feelings of despair,
Still, I was girdled round about by Jesus’ loving care.
But now I walk upon the plains where gentle breezes blow.
The valleys are exalted, the mountains all brought low.
You see, I’ve learned to walk by faith and not by feel or sight.
And by that faith I reach my goal, a land both fair and bright.
I still ascend the mountain tops, but faith has brought me rest,
And there with Jesus I can set my head upon His breast.
So Christian friend, if days are dark and cares beset your way,
Just trust in Him, our loving Lord, and read His Word and pray.
“Let not the eye lie to the foot, nor the foot to the eye. If there be a deep pit and its mouth covered with reeds shall present to the eye the appearance of solid ground, will not the eye use the foot to ascertain whether it is hollow underneath, or whether it is firm and resists? Will the foot tell a lie, and not the truth as it is? And what, again, if the eye were to spy a serpent or a wild beast, will it lie to the foot?”
“Tell God all that is in your heart, as one unloads one's heart, its pleasures and its pains, to a dear friend. Tell Him your troubles, that He may comfort you; tell Him your joys, that He may sober them; tell Him your longings, that He may purify them; tell Him your dislikes, that He may help you to conquer them; talk to Him of your temptations, that He may shield you from them; show Him the wounds of your heart, that He may heal them; lay bare your indifference to good, your depraved tastes for evil, your instability. Tell Him how self-love makes you unjust to others, how vanity tempts you to be insincere, how pride disguises you to yourself as to others. If you thus pour out all your weaknesses, needs, troubles, there will be no lack of what to say. You will never exhaust the subject. It is continually being renewed. People who have no secrets from each other never want for subjects of conversation. They do not weigh their words, for there is nothing to be held back; neither do they seek for something to say. They talk out of the abundance of the heart, without consideration, just what they think. Blessed are they who attain to such familiar, unreserved intercourse with God.”
“When Adam and Eve were expelled from Paradise, they yet found one flower, wherever they wandered, blooming in perpetual beauty. This flower represents a great certitude, without which few would be happy,--subtle, mysterious, inexplicable,--a great boon recognized alike by poet and moralists, Pagan and Christian; yea, identified not only with happiness, but human existence, and pertaining to the soul in its highest aspirations. Allied with the transient and the mortal, even with the weak and corrupt, it is yet immortal in its nature and lofty in its aims,--at once a passion, a sentiment, and an inspiration.
“To attempt to describe woman without this element of our complex nature, which constitutes her peculiar fascination, is like trying to act the tragedy of Hamlet without Hamlet himself,--an absurdity; a picture without a central figure, a novel without a heroine, a religion without a sacrifice. My subject is not without its difficulties. The passion or sentiment is degrading when perverted, it is exalting when pure. Yet it is not vice I would paint, but virtue; not weakness, but strength; not the transient, but the permanent; not the mortal, but the immortal,--all that is ennobling in the aspiring soul.”
by John Lord
I was standing along a long weary road;
Where I was going I don’t think I knowed.
I was tired and so hungry for so many things--
No destination, like a bird without wings.
A big storm was coming, I could see, in the sky;
With no place to go, I was trembling inside.
The cars passing by, they didn’t care
If I got caught in the storm--it didn’t seem fair.
Then I saw it coming, a big Cadillac
As black as the night, it didn't seem right.
The window rolled down and a face looked at me,
As evil a face as I ever did see.
He said, “Come with me; I’m going to hell.”
And what that man said to me I’ll never tell.
I turned and ran and fell in the ditch
As the wind and the rain wet every stitch.
Then all at once the clouds rolled away,
The rain stopped falling and the sun had its way.
I saw it coming, a big silver bus,
But I had no money, and that was no fuss.
But believe it or not, it stopped at my feet,
The big door, it opened, and oh, what a treat!
The bus driver smiled as he looked at me,
And he said that his name was Vernon McGee.
He said, “Welcome aboard,” with an old Texas twang,
“And money to us don’t mean a thing.”
I said, “Where are you bound down this long weary road?”
“We’re headed for heaven.” And he seemed like he knowed.
Well I stayed right on, and I’ve left it behind—
The heartaches and sorrows and that sad, worried mind.
He told me of Jesus, how He died on the cross,
How He is my Savior through gain and through loss.
Every mile takes me closer to my God and my home
Down this highway of sin in God’s bus, not alone.
God will keep it running to pick up the strays
And McGee will keep driving while he teaches and prays.
Are you resting, Christian?
Resting in his arms of tender care.
That God will meet your situation,
Will you trust him, do you dare?
Oh, they seek to overwhelm us,
Trials soar that wear and tear;
But our God is able, willing,
Everything to help us bear.
Call upon him, call upon him;
He will hear and answer, too.
He is one of great compassions;
Every morning they are new.
Earthly friends are oft unable;
Then again, they prove untrue.
But our God will not forsake us;
He will see us safely through.
–Annie L. Smith
“If man is the head and she is the crown, a crown to her husband, the crown of the visible creation. The man was dust refined, but the woman was dust, double refined—one removed further from the earth. The woman was made of a rib out of the side of Adam—not made out of his head to rule over him—nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be beloved. Adam lost a rib, and without any diminution to his strength or comeliness, for doubtless the flesh was closed without a scar. But in lean thereof he had a helpmeet for him which abundantly made up for his loss. What God takes away from His people He will one way or another restore with advantage.”
“Old soldiers do not die; they just fade away.”
–General Douglas McArthur
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