I just finished reading Glimpses of Greatness by Edgar A. Bryan. These are personal vignettes of persons perceived to be great and of souls who truly were great such as H. Robb & Geraldine French, L. D. Wilcox, Glen Griffeth, Duncan Campbell, Leonard Ravenhill, Harry Shreve, etc. people the author had personally known or seen. It was a refreshing read and well worth the short time because the Godly examples of those mentioned challenged me.
Quotes from the book:
"Without revival the glamour wil be substituted for the glory." - I. Parker Maxey
"The preacher may go with the crowd; but the prophet goes against it. A man freed fired and filled with God will be branded unpatriotic because he speaks against his nation's sins..." -Leonard Ravenhill
"The confession must be as public as the transgression." -Oswald J. Smith
"Defeated folk cling to causes with no power to administer cures." -Howard Williams
"Revivals are born after midnight" & "We'll never reach the world except with the message of holiness." -Glen Griffeth
"We never give to God, we invest." "Start something bigger than you are and God will have to help you." "How can one be holy on the inside and sexy on the outside?" -H. Robb French
"One-worlders (communism was/is just one of several who are out to rule the world) do not want a vibrant Christianity around." -Edgar A. Bryan
Order from the author, Edgar A. Bryan 533 S. Union St. Westfield, IN 46074 or at his blog www.separateholy.wordpress.com
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
We are blessed indeed
I want to thank each of you for your prayers; we have felt them. We are getting dug out and making progress. You may still help us pray about what to do about this moldy damp apartment we live in. Praise God for a blessed Lord's Day yesterday. Pastor Jimmy preached just what we needed and the rest of our day was restful and spiritually profitable. Speaking for myself, I am facing a lot of crazy feelings right now that are so common to this kind of life. Thank God we don't live by feelings, rather by faith.
Today I was remembering so many of the houses I have been in here in the south in the mountains where the nights are colder -- at times in the 30s at night. Many have dirt floors, plastic, hanging carpet, or boards for the walls, and they place pans here and there to catch the drips as it rained (this part we understand), while cold air blew in the many gaps and their "pantry" is often empty. These shacks are inhabited by disfunctional and broken homes, single moms, and couples shacking up and many children with little hope who are often preyed upon. We are so blessed to only have drippy ceilings and mold. We don't have a dirt floor nor gaps in the walls. We have a family who loves each other, God, and others. We have a church family who loves each other, God, and others. We are blessed indeed to serve God and others with such a comfortable and joyful life. Thank you, God, for my many blessings.
Today I was remembering so many of the houses I have been in here in the south in the mountains where the nights are colder -- at times in the 30s at night. Many have dirt floors, plastic, hanging carpet, or boards for the walls, and they place pans here and there to catch the drips as it rained (this part we understand), while cold air blew in the many gaps and their "pantry" is often empty. These shacks are inhabited by disfunctional and broken homes, single moms, and couples shacking up and many children with little hope who are often preyed upon. We are so blessed to only have drippy ceilings and mold. We don't have a dirt floor nor gaps in the walls. We have a family who loves each other, God, and others. We have a church family who loves each other, God, and others. We are blessed indeed to serve God and others with such a comfortable and joyful life. Thank you, God, for my many blessings.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
It could be a lot worse
Praise God! We are back in Colombia and our trip went without a glitch.
I would appreciate it if you would pray for Heather. She is feeling very tired and very overwhelmed. I asked her to take a nap, so she and our two youngest are sleeping. Coming here is not just a matter of unpacking our suitcases. Our apartment is very tiny (by our standards at least; I would guess 760 square feet) and we were packed in tight as could be before our new baby. When we came in our suitcases nearly covered the entire floor of our living / dining room and that is nearly a third of our entire living space. Then although our dear national pastor had washed down our entire apartment it is still infested with mold. They had also rearranged our room to keep the rain from dripping from our ceiling onto our bed while we were gone. We started by our first day going straight to bed (at midnight) and then the next day by going out and buying groceries and new plastic organizers and then throwing away bunches of Heather's baskets which were infested with mold. Also most drawers that we open in order to unpack our suitcases are infested with green mold and is in much of our clothes we left and in much of our stuff. So we have bags of trash (moldy clothes and things we are tossing). My only suit that I left here was green with mold, Heather's shoes, my books, the boys pajamas, our furniture, etc, etc. We are taking out all our drawers and emptying out our closets and washing them to rid the mold. Then there is the pile of clothes to wash, lest the mold spread. We are reorganizing Kimberly and Sarah's room to make room for Mary. So at this point we are only half way unpacked. We are all working together to make this house as mold free as possible.
We are asking God to protect our children from the mold and heal Elijah; his eyes are puffy, red, itchy, and draining. I am not asking for sympathy for we are honored to be serving here. Nor am I asking for advise for we are praying for God to lead us and the situation is more complicated than could be understood and advised by someone on the outside. At this point we are all too tired to even consider moving again. We are grateful that the rain season has just ended and the dripping ceilings and crazy mosquitoes are at a minimum right now.
A testament of God's grace is that our children are happy and in the midst of all the washing, sorting, tossing in the trash, and unpacking I heard Heather sincerely say, "Thank You, Lord." And then she said to me, "It could be a lot worse." But please do pray for my precious wife.
I would appreciate it if you would pray for Heather. She is feeling very tired and very overwhelmed. I asked her to take a nap, so she and our two youngest are sleeping. Coming here is not just a matter of unpacking our suitcases. Our apartment is very tiny (by our standards at least; I would guess 760 square feet) and we were packed in tight as could be before our new baby. When we came in our suitcases nearly covered the entire floor of our living / dining room and that is nearly a third of our entire living space. Then although our dear national pastor had washed down our entire apartment it is still infested with mold. They had also rearranged our room to keep the rain from dripping from our ceiling onto our bed while we were gone. We started by our first day going straight to bed (at midnight) and then the next day by going out and buying groceries and new plastic organizers and then throwing away bunches of Heather's baskets which were infested with mold. Also most drawers that we open in order to unpack our suitcases are infested with green mold and is in much of our clothes we left and in much of our stuff. So we have bags of trash (moldy clothes and things we are tossing). My only suit that I left here was green with mold, Heather's shoes, my books, the boys pajamas, our furniture, etc, etc. We are taking out all our drawers and emptying out our closets and washing them to rid the mold. Then there is the pile of clothes to wash, lest the mold spread. We are reorganizing Kimberly and Sarah's room to make room for Mary. So at this point we are only half way unpacked. We are all working together to make this house as mold free as possible.
We are asking God to protect our children from the mold and heal Elijah; his eyes are puffy, red, itchy, and draining. I am not asking for sympathy for we are honored to be serving here. Nor am I asking for advise for we are praying for God to lead us and the situation is more complicated than could be understood and advised by someone on the outside. At this point we are all too tired to even consider moving again. We are grateful that the rain season has just ended and the dripping ceilings and crazy mosquitoes are at a minimum right now.
A testament of God's grace is that our children are happy and in the midst of all the washing, sorting, tossing in the trash, and unpacking I heard Heather sincerely say, "Thank You, Lord." And then she said to me, "It could be a lot worse." But please do pray for my precious wife.
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