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...thoughts expressed here are not necessarily
final.
August 23, 2005 Back from abroad
Storytime. Only the names have been changed to protect
the guilty.
I heard a story on my trip home this past weekend that bears retelling.
Seems one of my Moms friends had a little dog that followed her
everywhere. The dog would go down the hill to the chicken coop whenever
Miss Laurel gathered the eggs. While she cleaned the coop, the little
dog would wait patiently under the tree for her to finish and then would
proceed back up the hill alongside Miss Laurel.
One day recently the little dog died. It was about fifteen years old and
had lived a long life. Miss Laurel loved that dog and she promised the
pup that she would give him a good funeral.
But Miss Laurel, who is is nearly seventy herself, is known for her good
works. She had promised to take an elderly friend to the doctor that very
morning she discovered the dog was dead. So she proceeded to wrap the
little carcass in a plastic bag and deposited him in her refrigerator
freezer for later deposition.
While on her mission of mercy, a storm blew in.
Now Miss Laurel lives in an underground home- it is quite unique, but
not nearly as much so as when it was built around thirty years ago. Most
of the neighbors roundabout live in houses without basements. A few have
storm cellars, but Miss Laure has made it plain that if a bad storm rises,
the neighbors are expected to come to her house, which is readily accessible,
since she always leaves the front door unlocked.
Late that night, as the storm lingered, and as darkness fell, Miss Laurel
retired to bed with her hubby Lonnie. About 4 AM Miss Laurel was wakened
abruptly by Lonnie. Pig, (his nickname for Miss Laurel) Wake up!
Wake up Pig! I smell smoke! Go check on it!
Sure enough, several of the neighbors had taken shelter in the living
room and one was smoking a cigarette. Ho Miss Laurel, one said-
this one is a wing-ding, if there ever was one. Miss Laurel replied,
Now you know you are welcome help yourself to anything in
the kitchen, but I am going back to bed.
Now around about Six AM there came a scream from the kitchen. Miss Laurel
got up and ran in to find that one of the neighbor ladies had chanced
upon the now frozen pup while searching for some ice for her drink.
The little dog got his funeral as promised the next day, as he was interred
alongside the tree he had waited under many times by the henhouse down
the hill. The rites were performed by her son Binky, as Miss Laurel was
off helping some other friend in need.
Meditations from the Road
Wonderful God
You are wonderful God!
You are wonderful God!
You work all things to your glory
You are wonderful God!
Wonderful is your will
All your purposes accord
So with your works our vessels fill
You are our wonderful Lord.
Wonderful are your ways
Your glorys revealed in all you do
Your perfect righteousness is displayed
So to your ways I would be true.
You are wonderful God!
You are wonderful God!
You work all things to your glory
You are wonderful God!
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Wonderful
is your Word
Its never void upon its return
It brings new life when it is heard
Now in our bones your Word burns.
Wonderful is your worth
You are worthy of all praise
More precious than the treasures of Earth
In wonder we stand amazed.
You are wonderful God!
You are wonderful God!
You work all things to your glory
You are wonderful God!
Anthony Foster
August 23, 2005
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Fountain of Joy
Theres a fountain of joy called Jesus that flows through the
hearts of men
Who sense the living love of Christ, embrace and pursue it to the
end.
In this fountain of joy called Jesus living waters overflow
He wends his way into our hearts to the deepest part of our soul.
So, Sing and dance for gratitude
For what the Lord has done by grace
Turn from your uncertain circumstance
The future to fearlessly face.
But the parable of our hard hearts is played out for the world to
see.
Wherever truth is suppressed those bound in chains will think theyre
free.
But- Truth offers itself in the gospel- the Good News of the way
Can release you from the passions of a heart thats gone astray.
There's a fountain of Joy called Jesus-The fountain never sleeps.
Proceeding from God's righteous throne- a constant flow he keeps.
So, Sing and dance for gratitude
For what the Lord has done by grace
Turn from your uncertain circumstance
The future to fearlessly face.
Anthony Foster
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Make My Life a Living Sacrifice
When Im on my way on this brand new day
And the life all around me moves so fast
When I need release when I lose my peace
When my motives get confused from first to last,
Ill have faith in future grace and remember graces past.
Then its time to get down on my knees
To lay myself before you
Lord do as you please in my life
Theres so many damned distractions
That can lead me to reactions
That wont glorify your name
Take my life let it be so consecrated
Bless me Lord when I have waited
And make my life a living sacrifice.
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When I wake each morn when a new days born
But the darkness in my sight is found in me
I will bless your name
and confess your name
A new light will dawn and the darkness will flee.
Youll renew my mind and the truth I will see!
Its always time to get down on my knees
To lay myself before you
Lord do as you please in my life
Theres so many damned distractions
That can lead me to reactions
That wont glorify your name
Take my life let it be so consecrated
Bless me Lord when I have waited
And make my life a living sacrifice.
Anthony Foster
from August 18, 2005
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Hear the Thunder Roll
You put a new song in my mouth
A hymn of praise unto my God
Many will see- and many will hear
And put their trust in the Lord
You put a new song in my mouth
A song in the day and songs in the night
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I will sing it out with all of my heart
I will sing it with all of my might
You put a new song in my mouth
A song that rings within my soul
I will not keep silent, I will sing aloud
When I sing you will hear the thunder roll
Sing a new song sing a hymn of praise
Sing it all day all day long sing it all your days
Sing the new song and many will see and hear
And put their trust in the Lord when it falls on their ear..
You put a new song in my mouth
A song that rings within my soul
I will not keep silent, I will sing aloud
When I sing you will hear the thunder roll
Anthony Foster
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