July 17, 2016  Jane’s Heart to Heart   …Pastor’s Help Mate

Ruth Bell Graham….  says, in the preface of her book, “Sitting By My Laughing Fire”, that the poems in this book could well be termed the footprints of a pilgrim.

Ruth said, “I am, obviously, not a true poet and these poems were never written for publication.

However, I have always loved poetry.  As a child in China, I used to practice my piano scales while reciting, “Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight.” by Rose Hartwick Thorpe (1850–1939). http://www.bartleby.com/360/2/227.html

Her missionary father would often read to them after his hospital rounds, from Scott’s “The Lady of the Lake”.”

“China is  veritably  a country of graves…”   — Ruth read from an old book on China.Then she penned these words. A beautiful rendition is available on Utube that you might enjoy viewing.   


Think of this Scripture as you listen to this poem…

” For the wages of sin is death,

but the gift of God is eternal life,

through Jesus Christ, our LORD.”

Romans 6:23

Look o’er the fields about you—

riveted, hilled with graves;

no one can count the number

of those who perished as slaves;

slaves to the sin they were born in,

knowing not God or His Light;

died without God’s great salvation,

died in the darkness of night.

Look o’er the people about you—

faces so furrowed with care,

lined and hardened by sorrow

sin has placed on them there;

think of the evil they live in,

hopes none and joys so few;

love them, pray for them, win them,

lest they should perish, too.

I, personally, am deeply troubled about the community surrounding Litchfield and often ask myself —    Are we as a church truly making a difference.  Are we busily shaking our heads at their lost condition, rather than praying and asking God to show us how to help them in their lost condition?

A song I love to sing….

The Peace Prayer …. by Saint Francis’s


Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is error, the truth;

Where there is doubt, the faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

And where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

Grant that I may not so much seek

To be consoled, as to console;

To be understood, as to understand;

To be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.

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