HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL DADS.

MY DAD

©J.Ogles 2018

 

To my friends far and wide

I’ll try to describe

The one who was father to me.

Though you may not have known,

He was made out of stone,

But his heart was as big as the sea.

 

All father’s alike 

Are willing to fight

For the love of their children alone

But the world little knows

Of the hardships they chose

To provide for their children at home.

 

My dad was a man

Who lived on the land

That virtue and courage had bought.

He made up the hedge

And stood on his pledge

And with courage he lived as he aught.

 

A man of few words,

But his manhood was heard

By all of his family and friends

When he stood in the line

In winter’s cold clime

And fought in the Forest Ardennes.

 

His time has gone by

But no need now to cry

Of the loss of a man such as he.

He stood by his oath, 

Of self-pride was he loathe,

A knight of the Temple to me.

 

He read every book

From his shelf that he took

And shared many mysteries with me.

But his Bible was best

And was first on his desk

As he opened my young eyes to see.

 

You may not discern 

From his way strict and stern

Of the love that he held for his Lord,

But by thought, word, and deed

He stood by his Creed

And lived by his love – not the sword.

 

 

 Polish hero of the American War of Independence - Thaddeus Kosciuzko (engineered fortifications at West Point):

 

"O LORD, the hope of Israel, all that forsake thee shall be ashamed, and they that depart from me shall be written in the earth, because they have forsaken the LORD, the fountain of living waters."Jeremiah 17:13

JESUS STOOPED DOWN AND WROTE ON THE GROUND, 

as much as to say, by symbolical action, "You are appealing to the wrong court; who made me a judge or a ruler over you? I have other work to attend to." Again, it was an act of delicate courtesy.

" It turned all eyes from the wretched woman in an anguish of

shame and terror, to Himself. She stood alone and forgotten ; all eyes

were then and have ever since been fixed on the figure of Christ, won

dering what and why He wrote in the dust. It is not fanciful to note

the contrast between this writing and that prescribed in case of the trial of a suspected adulteress by the Mosaic law (Numb. 5 : 23). The priest was to write certain curses in a book, then wash them  with bitter water, which the accused was required to drink, that the curses might enter into her if she were guilty. Christ, on the contrary, writes His sentence on the sand, where, in a moment, it will be effaced by the pardon. ' Neither do I condemn thee ; go, and sin no more.'" 

— Lyman Abbott, D. D.

 FOUNDING FATHERS QUOTES: Benjamin Franklin

 PREAMBLES TO THE CONSTITUTIONS OF THE STATES OF THE UNION:

 THE FAMILY ALTAR

June 21.

"And it came to pass when Moses held up his hand, that Israel

prevailed; and when he let down his hand, Amalek prevailed."

Exodus 11:11.

Moses has grown old and feeble. He no longer can lead the

hosts of Israel in battle against their enemies. He therefore re-

signs his command to Joshua in the war with Amalek. But Moses

is not too old and feeble to pray to God for victory. While the

battle rages, he lifts up his hands in fervent prayer, and every

time he lets his tired hands sink, the battle turns against Israel.

Xow he has Aaron and Hur hold up his hands until the going

down of the sun, when the enemy is routed and the victory com-

pletely won. What an inspiring example Moses here gives to our

old Christians who no longer can actively engage in work and

often complain about being so useless, and impatiently wait for

death ! Ah, you dear old fathers and mothers in Israel, stop your

grieving and complaining, and follow the example of Moses here.

If you can do nothing else, you can all pray; and you know the

apostle says that fervent prayer availeth much. (Jas. 5, 16.) Em-

ploy your lonely hours by praying, praying for your loved ones,

for your Church, for your missionaries, for your dear country,

for the poor and the sick and the dying. The great church father

Augustine was a wayward boy in his youth. But his old mother

Monica persisted in praying for him and beseeching God for his

conversion. One day her paster, Bishop Ambrose, said to her:

"It is impossible that a child of so many tears and prayers should

not be saved." And God did finally hear Monica's prayers, and

her son became a faithful confessor and mighty defender of Christ's

saving Truth. 0 how many glorious examples there are of the

great saving power of persistent and interceding prayer! The

battling Church of Christ needs nothing so much in these restless,

stormy, evil days as the effectual earnest prayers of its faithful

adherents. Then let all of us, and especially our old Simeons

and Annas, pray, pray Christ's cause on to victory.

If you cannot be the watchman

Standing high on Zion's wall,

Pointing out the path to heaven,

Offering life and peace to all,

With your prayers and with your bounties

You can do what heaven demands,

You can be like faithful Aaron

Holding up the prophet's hands.