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I never cease to be amazed at the way God works things out. In 1961 I went to Germany to preach to the refugees who were fleeing East Berlin because of the wall the communist were constructing. While I was there I was busy every day, and at night I could hardly sleep because the Lord was burdening me to organize a church in Lexington, Kentucky when I returned home. I had already organized three churches in that city, but there was no doubt that God wanted me to organize another one. The Lord even told me that the church was to one day have a school and a college.
Early in 1962 I started preaching in a rented meeting place in Lexington, and on November 22 I organized Clays Mill Road Baptist Church with over 100 members.
Dr. Jeff Fugate is now pastor of the church and is having an outstanding ministry. Sunday attendance is around 15 hundred, and souls are being saved in almost every service. The church now has a Spanish ministry, a day school, a college, and a new youth camp called Circle C Baptist Ranch.
I first met Dr. Fugate in 1979 when I held a revival for his father, Pastor Sam Fugate, in Bible Baptist Church in Hazard, Kentucky. Brother Jeff was a boy then, but he was already active in the Lord’s work. I never dreamed then that he would one day become pastor of Clays Mill Road Baptist Church, but God knew and was already grooming him for the work he is now doing in Lexington and across the nation.
Yesterday, July 4, I went to Circle C Baptist Ranch for the first ever Family Day celebration. Even though the church has only owned the land for a short time, construction is under way, and much has already been accomplished. Plans are to make it a youth camp second to none.
Now some amazing facts. I was born at Buckeye, Kentucky. Circle C Baptist Ranch is located near Buckeye, Kentucky. My mother grew up in the home of her parents not far from the ranch. When she married she and my father settled in Buckeye. I first attended church in Buckeye when my mother carried me in her arms to Liberty Baptist Church across the road from where I was born. After I became a preacher, I pastored that church for a time.
There is more. I grew up on the headwaters of Long Branch. Long Branch runs through the property where the ranch is located. The road to the ranch turns off the Buckeye Road at McCreary. I lived at McCreary while I was pastoring at Buckeye. After turning off Buckeye Road at McCreary on Bethel Road is where the ranch is located. That is in Garrard County; I now live on Bethel Road in Jessamine County.
My mother prayed that I would one day be a preacher while she lived at Buckeye. Is it possible that Circle C Baptist Ranch is the answer to some of her prayers?

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“I really like my home at Gospel Acres. There is plenty of grass to eat. The goats keep me company, and the humans are good to me. The only thing I don’t like is getting my hoofs trimmed. The last time the farrier trimmed them it took three people to hold me. My boss was one of them, and I tried my best to kick him.”

 

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Comment from multimillionaire, Dr. Russell Anderson: “Day Starters is powerful. I got ideas for three sermons out of the first 24 pages. I bought several copies to give to members of my family. It ought to be in every home in America.”
Dr. Anderson is co-founder of Hyles-Anderson College in Hammond, Indiana and Commonwealth Baptist College in Lexington, Kentucky. He was a Kentucky coal miner before he went north and went into business for himself. He made millions of dollars in business and invested several million in the Lord’s work. Recently he became a member of Clays Mill Road Baptist Church. He has retired from business, and now travels and preaches full time.

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Poem

Humble Feet

This land of ours is going down
To depths of despair.
Because we live so far from God
And free of earthly care.

For days on end we drift and dream,
Then other days we drift.
Unless we stop our wanton ways
There’s bound to be adrift.

We cannot feed a lazy world
With few men working long.
They’ll eat our food and wear our clothes
But will not sing our song.

Now we can help the other man
To gain his place in life,
If he will work and pray today
And join us in the strife.

Now we can build to God’s delight
A world that’s firm and strong,
By praying right and doing right
And turn our backs on wrong.

So let us change our way today
And put our faith in God,
To build a road, a better road
Where humble feet may trod.
—Author Unknown

O Lord, I Come

Just as I am Thine own shall be
True consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Thou Who gave Thyself for me,
O Saviour, now I come.

While breaks the dawn of this new day
My life I give, my vows I pay.
Without reserve or sad delay,
Just as I am, I come.

From this glad hour I seek new light
To stand apart for Thee and right,
And serve Thee now with all my might.
Lord of my life, I come.

From sin and self I would be free
To give my life, my all to Thee
That Thou shalt live Thy life in me,
For this, dear Lord, I come.
—Ernest D. Hancock

Faith is the Victory

Encamped along the hills of light,
Ye Christian soldiers, rise,
And press the battle ere the night
Shall veil the glowing skies;
Against the foe in vales below,
Let all our strength be hurl’d;
Faith is the victory, we know,
That overcomes the world.

His banner over us is love,
Our sword the Word of God;
We tread the road the saints above
With shouts of triumph trod;
By faith they, like a whirlwind’s breath,
Swept on o’er every field;
The faith by which they conquer’d
Is still our shining shield.
On ev’ry hand the foe we find
Drawn up in dread array;
Let tents of ease be left behind,
And onward to the fray;
Salvation’s helmet on each head,
With truth all girt about,
The earth shall tremble ‘neath our tread,
And echo with our shout.
Faith is the victory!
Faith is the victory!
Oh, glorious victory
That overcomes the world.
—Ira D. Sankey

A Mother Speaks
By Louis Arnold

There is a vacant chair by the fireplace;
We miss a voice and a familiar face,
Our noble son has heard the call
And answered gladly with his all.
He did not seek the world’s applause,
But went alone for freedom’s cause.

We miss his tread upon the stair;
And yet it seems that he is there,
Or in his room, or on a date
And won’t be home till late.
Yet, all the while, I know he’s gone,
But it helps to pretend we’re not alone.

Just Dad and I to watch and wait
And lay our prayers at Heaven’s gate—-
I look at him; he looks at me.
I turn away so he won’t see
The teardrops that will not stay,
But he knows why I turned away.

His calloused hand caresses mine,
And he whispers how God’s wise design
Is beyond the reach of human ken.
Though dark at first, yet in the end
He brings to pass that which is best,
And all who trust Him will be blest.

We know the pain of the bleeding heart,
But we are more than glad to do our part
To keep Old Glory waving high
That want and freedom shall not die.
This is a prayer from Dad and me,
“Oh, God, preserve our Liberty.”
—Selected “Songs In the Night”

In 1899 T. T. Eeaton, pastor of Walnut Street Baptist Church in Louisville, Kentucky, invited T. T. Martin to hold a revival for him. The meeting lasted for six weeks.
At the time the church was the largest and most prominent Baptist church in the South. Dr. Eaton was one of the most highly esteemed pastors in the south, but the church had a problem that reflected upon it and embarrassed the pastor.
Some men who were charter members of the church and in good standing were wholesale whiskey dealers. Their membership and good standing in the church was a reflection on the church and an embarrassment to the pastor. Dr. Eaton was frequently criticized in high places because of these men, but how to get rid of them he did not know.
On the third Sunday of the meeting, Dr. Martin said to Dr. Eaton, “I’ll die if I do not hit this thing.” Dr. Eaton had been holding Dr. Martin back, but this time he said, “Go ahead.”
It was a tense time as T. T. Martin faced the wealthy, cultured audience containing the whiskey dealers. He started by praising Walnut Street Baptist Church for its wealth and standing, for its achievements in the past and present. Then he compared the church to Pikes Peak.
He said:, “Pikes Peak enjoys the sunlight on its summit long after the sun has ceased to shine on other peaks in the Rocky Mountains. That is Walnut Street Baptist Church! The sun never sets on her missionaries.” Then with people hanging on his every word, he continued. “Pikes Peak also cast shadows across the plains of North America further than any other peak in the Rocky Mountain range. Likewise, Walnut Street Baptist Church, with its whiskey members, is casting a blighting curse all around the earth!” Then he described the curse of whiskey and condemned Walnut Street Baptist Church for tolerating the whiskey men in its membership.
At the close of the service a resolution was passed that said the whiskey men would be given one year to move their membership or be excluded from the church. It is not possible to imagine the excitement that followed that service.
That night in the service T. T. Martin said, “I hear that the whiskey men are going to organize a whiskey church. I would like to encourage that idea, and I would like to have a part in organizing it. I want to suggest the choir. Let the bass be carried by the groans and wails of the souls that have been damned in hell for hundreds of years by whiskey. Let the sopranos be the wails and cries of women and children cast out in rags from their homes by whiskey. Let the alto be the screaming of the multiplied thousands of young women and teen-aged girls whose chastity whiskey has ruthlessly stripped from their lives.” On and on he went until all hell was represented in the choir. That was the knockout blow to the whiskey crowd, and it saved the reputations of Walnut Street Baptist Church.

. . . we went through fire and through water: but thou broughtest us out into a wealthy place (Psa. 66:12).

Testing is never easy. Sometimes the testing is so severe we feel that we cannot go on. We may think that we will be overwhelmed if we try. We can even come to a place where we feel there is nothing left for us but failure. We should walk by faith, not by feelings. We should look to our God, not at conditions around us.
Faith often falters when we feel the heat of the fire, or when floods of water threaten us. When trials come we need our faith to be strong. We need to realize that the trials may only be a time of testing that is for our good.
We do not gain strength when we are at ease. It is struggle and trial that toughens us. The captain of a ship is stronger, more confident, wiser, and more capable after he has gone through some storms. We too are stronger after we have piloted our ship of life through some storms and God has turned the testing to our advantage.
—Selected “Day Starters”

Before all else we seek, upon our common labor as a nation, the blessings of Almighty God. And the hopes in our hearts fashion the deepest prayers of our whole people.
May we pursue the right—without self-righteousness.
May we know unity—without conformity.
May we grow in strength—without pride in self.
Maywe,inourdealings with all peoples of the earth, ever speak truth and serve justice.
May the light of freedom, coming to all darkened lands, flame brightly—until at last the darkness is no more.
May the turbulence of our age yield to a true time of peace, when men and na-tions share a life that honors the dignity of each, the brotherhood of all.
—Dwight D. Eisenhower

I was born an American; I live an American; I shall die an American; and I intend to perform the duties incumbent upon me in that character to the end of my career. I mean to do this with absolute disregard of personal consequences. What are the personal consequences? What is the individual man, with all the good or evil that may betide him, in comparison with the good or evil which may befall a great country, and in the midst of great transactions which concern that country’s fate? Let the consequences be what they will, I am careless. No man can suffer too much, and no man can fall too soon, if he suffer, or if he fall, in the defense of the liberties and constitution of his country.
—Daniel Webster

The Flag is many things. It is a mark of identification of ships at sea and of armies in the field. It is a means of communication. When you see our Flag in front of a home, it says for all the world to read, “Here lives a family that is American in spirit as well as in name.” The Flag is a mirror, reflecting to each person his own ideals and dreams. It is a history. Its thirteen stripes and fifty stars embrace a record written greatly during these years since 1776. It is a mark of pride in a great word—the word “American.” It is an aspiration of what small children want their lives to be. It is a memory at the end of life of all that life has been. It is a ribbon of honor for those who have served it well—in peace and war. It is a warning not to detour from the long road that has brought our country and its people to a degree of prosperity and happiness never even approached under any other banner.
—Edward F. Hutton

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A beggar approached a lady on the street and said, “Ma’am, would you give me a dollar for a ham sandwich?”
“Let me see the sandwich,” she said. “I never buy anything before I see it.”

When it comes to travel I want the best kind and when it comes to communication I want the most modern kind, but when it comes to religion I want the old-time religion.

You can’t use the excuse that you are as good as somebody else. The ragged Christian doesn’t save you or damn you. Christ does the saving.

The longer you indulge a sin, the deadlier your conscience becomes.

You can turn God down if you want to, but you will pay for it throughout the endless ages of eternity.

The glory of the star, the glory of the sun—we must not lose either in the other. We must not be so full of the hope of Heaven that we cannot do our work on earth; we must not be so lost in the work of the earth that we shall not be inspired by the hope of Heaven.

Do not pray for easy lives; pray to be stronger men. Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers; pray for powers equal to your tasks. Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle, but you shall be a miracle. Every day you shall wonder at yourself, at the richness of life which has come to you by the grace of God.
—Phillips Brooks

The reason I have never retired is that I have never grown tired of serving the Lord. Dr. Mordecai Ham used to say, “I sometimes grow tired in the way, but I have never grown tired of the way.”
The service of the Lord is exciting. Every day is a new day, and I never know what God is going to do. I started on the trail when I was little more than a boy, and God has done some wonderful things for me in the years I have served Him.
The Bible says “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might . . . (Ec. 9:10). That is what I have done all these years in the Lord’s service. If I don’t have something to do, I find something and give it my best.
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Satan In the World

Satan was in the world when he tempted Eve. He was in the world when he tempted Jesus on the mount. He was in the world when Jesus told Peter that Satan wanted to sift him as wheat. He was in the world when Paul wrote, “Satan hindered us.” Also, Paul wrote in Ephesians that we need to put on the whole armor of God so we can stand against the wiles of the devil. Peter recognized that Satan was on earth and wrote about him walking about as a roaring lion (1 Pet. 5:8).

When Satan rebelled against God he boasted that he would be like God, and he has been attempting to be like God ever since.
Satan has his false religions. Any religion that does not recognize Jesus as the only Saviour is a false religion.
Satan has false bibles. Any book used as a bible by a false religion is a false bible. Satan has his music. Music with a heavy beat that appeals to the sensual appetites is Satan’s music.
Through the centuries Satan has attempted to destroy the church by infiltration. False religion started in ancient Babylon. In time the city was destroyed, but Babylonian religion was not abandoned. Within a thousand years it spread across the nations. It crossed the sea to Italy, and Rome became its headquarters. Julius Caesar, like other well-to-do Romans, practiced the religion of Babylon, and when he became head of state he was elected pontifex maximus. That made him chief priest of Babylonian religion. All Roman emperors down to Constantine the Great held that title. When Constantine embraced Christianity he became head of the church and remained high priest of the Babylon cult. The practices of the Babylon cult and the church merged, and Satan had infiltrated the church.
Some churches were not controlled by the new state church. In spite of persecution they remained true to their calling, and after the reformation their number increased greatly. Today the gospel is preached all over the world, and converts are being made at an unprecedented rate.
What is Satan to do? He still wants to destroy the church, so he is infiltrating the church with the appearance of the world, the music of the world, and the message of the world.
God’s people should realize that being like the world in our worship services does not build a spiritual atmosphere, and that we cannot win worldly people by imitating the world. We should heed the clear command in the Bible to be separate from the world. Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord . . . (2 Cor. 6:17).

Poem

Some Day

Some day I’ll know the reason why
My cherished plans must crash and die;
Some day I’ll understand, I know,
The reasons for all earthly woe;
Some day when all my trials are o’er
And some day I’ll see His ways were best
And thank and praise Him for each test;
Some day I’ll know as I am known,
When I shall see Him on His throne;
Some day—till then, while billows roll,
I have an Anchor for my soul;
He holds me steadfast as I pray
Until His face I’ll see—some day!
—Roy J. Wilkins

PRAYER

Lord, what a change within us, one short hour
Spent in Thy Presence will avail to make;
What heavy burdens from our bosoms take;
What parched grounds refresh as with a shower.
We kneel, and all around us seems to lower;
We rise, and all the distant and the near,
Stands forth in sunny outline, brave and clear;
We kneel, how weak! We rise, how full of power!
Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrong,
Or others—that we are not always strong—
That we are sometimes overborne with care—
That we should ever weak or heartless be,
Anxious or troubled—when with us in prayer;
And Joy and Strength and Courage are with Thee!
—Richard C. Trench

Summertime

I forgot my Lord in the summertime
Just the time I was needed most.
I was not away, but on the Lord’s day
I just failed to be at my post.

I forgot my church in the summertime
And lazily lay in bed.
While the faithful few had my work to do
I was spiritually dead.

I forgot my offering in the summertime
When He needed it most of all.
I was pleasure bent, until my cash was spent,
Just off duty for God ’till fall.

I forgot my class in the summertime
But the devil did not forget.
Working day and night he kept up the fight,
He’s a go-getter, you can bet.

I forgot my soul in the summertime,
Got along without spiritual food,
While my Lord on high sent me blessings,
I showed Him naught but ingratitude.

If my Lord should come in the summertime,
When from my duty to God I’m free.
Wonder what I’d do, when life is through
And my wonderful Lord, I shall see?
—Author Unknown

Looking out from my New York hotel room, I see a man washing windows. I marvel—the daring and the courage of him! It is a sheer drop of three hundred feet to the ground from the narrow ledge where he moves! Yet, tranquilly, he dips his rag into a bucket. Under his hand dull panes brighten, catch the sunlight, and reflect it.
How can he do it? Danger lurking at his feet, yet he sings—he works—he is happy.
Then I see the explanation for his bravery. To each side of his belt, scarcely visible, is fastened a black rope whose ends are attached securely to the sides of the window frame. As long as the rope holds, he cannot fall!
Around me are men and women close to calamity, to sickness, to death, balancing themselves on one of life’s precipices, yet going about their daily tasks, smiling. Perplexed, I have watched them, and have discovered that it is the rope of faith—faith in God, in goodness—which makes them feel secure.
And thou shalt be secure, because there is hope . . . Happy is he that hath, the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the LORD his God . . . Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked (Job 11:18a, Psalms 146:5, Ephesians 6:16).
—Mildred Seydell

I AM

“I am not what I might be,
I am not what I ought to be.
I am not what I wish to be.
I am now what I hope to be, but I thank God
I am not what I once was,
And I can say with the great Apostle,
‘But by the Grace of God
I am what I am...’.”
—Selected

SIN

S-i-n is a very small word but oh! it brings such shame,
It will drag one down to the pits of hell, wreck the home and ruin their name.

But any one can get forgiveness and be clean again,
If we will humble ourselves to Him and confess all our sins.

It makes no difference who we are, or what our sin might be,
He will take us just as we are, cleanse and make us free.
—Mrs. Allen Helm

My, Mother Dear

We mourn thee not that thou are gone
To dwell with Him who gave thee life.
Not for the world we’d bring thee back
To bear again earth’s toils and strife.
For many years you toiled life’s way
And blazed the trail that I have trod;
So I shall not regret, dear one,
That angels bore you on to God.

But I cannot forget the years
That you were all and all to me.
That’s why I’m lonely, Mother, dear,
And why I long and long for thee.

Some day the mist will roll away;
Some day the call will come to me;
Then I shall rise, my Mother, dear,
To spend with you eternity.
—Ernest D. Hancock

This hymn, over two centuries old, was written as a metrical version of the 146th Psalm, “While I live will I praise the Lord.” It was first published by Isaac Watts in Psalms of David in 1719, under the title, Praise to God for His Goodness and Truth in his . . .
John Wesley, then a missionary to America, was so fond of the hymn that he included it in his first hymn book, Psalms and Hymns in 1736-37. In later years he used it in others of his books . . .
This partiality for the hymn lasted throughout Wesley’s life . . .
Wesley gave out this hymn just before preaching for the last time in City Road Chapel, Tuesday evening, February 22, 1791. The following Monday afternoon, though very ill, he amazed the friends at his bedside by singing the hymn throughout in a strong voice. The next night his biographer, Tyerman, tells us, he tried scores of times to repeat the hymn but could only say “I’ll praise—I’ll praise—.” And with praise for his Maker on his lips and in his heart he passed to that life where “immortality endures.”
—One Hundred & One Hymn Stories

Dr. Joe Henry Hankins was for many years pastor of First Baptist Church in Little Rock, Arkansas. Later he became a full-time evangelist. He was a great preacher and a soul winner.
I first heard him preach in 1945 at the Billy Sunday Tabernacle in Winona Lake, Indiana. That was the first Sword of the Lord Conference that Dr. John Rice had. Dr. Hankins was preaching with giants in that conference, but he himself was a giant.
I do not have a copy of any of the sermons Dr. Hankins preached in that conference, but I do have a copy of one he preached in a Bible Conference in Winston Salem, North Carolina some time later. There is not room in this paper for his entire sermon, but I quote a part of it that is desperately needed today.

We need, more than anything I know, a broken heart over sinners. The reason so many people are going to hell all around us is because so few people care, and one more is because there are so few tears shed over lost souls anymore.
I want to tell you right now, I have never seen it fail in my life when somebody is heartbroken over a sinner, somebody was saved. I’ve never seen it fail. I have had wives come to me in meetings that had simply reached the point of almost death in a burdened heart for an unsaved husband. And every time I’ve seen that happen, I have seen the husband saved without a single exception . . .
I will tell you why so few people are saved; there are so few tears shed anymore over a lost soul, and so few broken hearts. I have been praying ever since I decided to bring this message for just one thing: “Oh Lord, you need somehow to break somebody’s heart today!”

Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience (James 1:3).

In the early part of the last century, the great black preacher and songwriter, C. A. Tindley, wrote a wonderful song because of a trial he had experienced.
He traveled many miles with his wife to hold a revival in a church. When the meeting closed the love offering was only enough to pay his wife’s fare home on the train.
After he had seen her off on the train with their meager baggage, he started walking the railroad tracks toward home. He was tired and discouraged, but as he walked, he started making up the words and melody of a song. When he had finished the first verse, he sang:

If the world from you withhold of its silver and its gold.
And you have to get along with meager fare,
Just remember, in His word, how he feeds the little bird;
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there.

As the old preacher continued walking the tracks toward home he made up the second and third verses and sang:

If your body suffers pain and your health you can’t regain,
And your soul is almost sinking in despair,
Jesus knows the pain you feel. He can save and He can heal;
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there.
When your enemies assail, and your heart begins to fail,
Don’t forget that God in Heaven answers prayer;
He will make a way for you, and will lead you safely thro’.
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there.

As the old preacher continued walking the railroad ties, thoughts of better days filled his mind. He was tired and weary, but soon he was singing:

When your youthful days are gone and old age is stealing on,
And your body bends beneath the weight of care;
He will never leave you then, He’ll go with you to the end.
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there.

Chorus:
Leave it there, leave it there,
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there;
If you trust and never doubt,
He will surely bring you out;
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there.

By the time the old preacher reached home the song was finished. It has been a blessing to multitudes of tired, weary, discouraged people through the years. He had turned his trial into blessings.
—Selected “Day Starters”

A little boy wrote an essay on a mule. He wrote: “A mule is a tougher bird than a goose or a turkey. He has two legs to walk with and two to kick with, and he has two wings on the sides of his head. A mule is backward about going forward.”

While Hitler was pounding the shores of England with his rockets, there were mothers in America pounding the gates of Heaven with their prayers.

When you get behind on your crops the weeds will take them. When you get behind on your religion sin will move in.
You don’t have to know theology to be saved, you have to know Jesus.
Prison walls are not too thick for God.
My friend, when sinners watch you, that is a sermon they cannot deny. The world is looking for someone who walks straight.

Oh how hard it is to die and not be able to leave the world any better for one’s little life in it!

Today is given us by Him to whom belong days—we have the power to use it as we please; we are responsible for its proper use; how important that we do the proper work of today in the sphere of today!
—Abraham Lincoln

The Bible is a window in this present world through which we all may look into eternity.
—Dwight L. Moody

New Book

My new book, Day Starters, is a beautiful book, and it is being well received. Copies may be ordered for $12.00 postpaid.
You may order toll free by dialing 1-800-854-8571.

This month brings us to the fifth anniversary of the terrorists attack on America. That dreadful day they flew airliners into both of the Twin Towers and into the Pentagon.The fourth hijacked airliner was intended for the Capitol Building, but brave men aboard brought the plane down in a field in Pennsylvania.
That day Mrs. Arnold and I were on our way to a fellowship meeting in Ohio. We did not have the radio on, and we did not know about the attack until we arrived at the church that was hosting the meeting and found the congregation singing patriotic songs. It was right for them to show their patriotism. That was a day we should never forget.
When I was a boy each day seemed to be a week long. When I was a teenager the days were still longer than I needed them to be. After I became an adult the years started moving like months, and the older I get the faster the years seem to move. There is so much I want to do for the Lord there are never enough hours in a day. That reminds me that the Bible tells us to redeem the time. See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, Redeeming the time, because the days are evil (Eph. 5:15-16).
So far this has been a very busy year. Besides being on the radio, editing The Arnold Report and writing books, I have traveled and preached in many places. Looking at my schedule the rest of the year is going to be busy also, but that is the way I like it. I want to do all I can for my Lord. Thank you for your prayers and encouragement.

Our Toll Free Number is:
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“Your little paper is a sweet blessing. God’s speed to each one of you laborers in God’s vineyard.” Man, Indiana.

Evolutionists must go mad trying to explain the marvels of nature in a way that is consistent with their theory.
Take for example Striped Hairstreak Butterfly. The little Striped Hairstreak is marked in a way to deceive its predators. It has bright orange eyespots and white-tipped tails on the back of its wings. When its wings are closed, they look like they are its head. Another way it has of confusing its enemies is the ability to move the back of the wings and tail-like antenna.
It takes a lot more of faith to believe that evolution, operating without intelligence of guidance designed this beautiful little butterfly. I find it much easier to believe that, In the beginning God created . . . (Gen. 1:1).

 

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May You Have

Enough happiness to keep you sweet,
Enough trials to keep you strong,
Enough sorrow to keep you human,
Enough hope to keep you happy;
Enough failure to keep you humble,
Enough success to keep you eager,
Enough friends to give you comfort,
Enough wealth to meet your needs;
Enough enthusiasm to look forward,
Enough faith to banish depression,
Enough determination to make each day better than yesterday.
                          —Selected “The Treasure Chest”

CREDIT

What care I who gets the credit?
Only let the work be done:
Christ Himself will handle credits
With the setting of the sun.

Praise or blame, what does it matter?
Rise above them every day;
Soul, you’ll never win the battle
If you fear what men will say.

While the world is sick and waiting
For the something I can be,
Help me, Lord, in stress and struggle
Just to keep my eyes on Thee.
—Sel. “World’s Best Loved Poems”

The Eternal Life
Insurance Company
The Best in the Universe
Life — Health
Daily Needs
Protection Plan

INSURED — Whosoever will may come — Rev. 22:17.
PREMIUM — For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast—Eph. 2:8, 9.
DATE — Now is the accepted time... — 2 Cor. 6:2.
TERM — I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish — John 10:28
                                                                                                             —Selected
Storms Or Sunshine

A day when the sun is shining so bright,
And everything is working out just right;
We are tempted to forget our Master over all,
Saying, “Lord if I need you, then I will call.”

But it takes a dark and stormy day
To wake us up and make us say,
“Lord we need you all the way,
“Sunshine or storms I won’t forget to pray.”
                                    —Carl Corman

The Seasons Still Come

The flowers still bloom
When our hearts are broke.
The seasons still come:
We see autumn’s bright strokes.
The flowers still fade
As August heat subsides.
The beauty of nature:
Will always be alive.
Seasons will come,
And seasons will go,
As we’re on the mountains
Or the valley below,
Our heart will have seasons
Of bliss and distress.
The years will provide,
And our life book will mesh.
We have seasons of peace,
Not just heartache and woe
And blessings from above,
To make our heart grow.
—Jackie Copenhaver

A Meaningful Walk

I went for a stroll
through the woods one day
to see what I could see.
I had no thought as I walked along
how God would speak to me.

God’s presence was with me,
and this I did know,
for me He will not forsake,
He never will leave a child of His own,
A promise He clearly has made.

I walked in the light
of His glory and love,
the pathway ahead He did know,
I walked at His side my steps He did guide
He told me where I should go.

It’s awesome to know as onward we go
with God Himself at our side,
our feet will not roam
as we make our way home,
with Him always to abide.

I ended my stroll,
my heart all aglow,
with no thought of what I had seen,
it’s what I did learn with God at my side
that made this short walk so serene.
—Dr. J. R. Faulkner

Resolved, to live with all my might while I do live.
Resolved, never to lose one moment of time, to improve it in the most profitable way I can.
Resolved, never to do anything out of revenge.
Resolved, never to do anything which I should be afraid to do if it were the last hour of my life.
                                                                                                 —Selected

Charles H. Spurgeon once made a trip to Bristol, England, to preach in the three largest Baptist chapels there, and he hoped to collect three hundred pounds which were needed immediately for his orphanage. He got the money. Retired to bed on the last night of his visit, Spurgeon heard a voice, which to him was the voice of the Lord, saying, “Give those three hundred pounds to George Muller.” “But Lord, I need it for my dear children in London.” Again came the words, “Give those three hundred pounds to Mr. Muller.” It was only when he had said, “Yes, Lord, I will,” that sleep came to him. The following morning he made his way to Muller’s orphanage and found Mr. Muller on his knees before his open Bible, praying. The famous preacher placed a hand on his shoulder and said, “George, God has told me to give you these three hundred pounds.”
“Oh,” said George Muller, “dear Spurgeon, I have been asking the Lord for that very sum.” Then those two prayerful men rejoiced together. Spur-geon returned to London, and on his desk he found a letter awaiting him. He open it and found it contained three hundred guineas.
“There,” he cried with joy, “the Lord has returned my three hundred pounds with three hundred shillings interest!”
                                                                                                                —“The Evangel”

God knows our burden-bearing power. A little boy was helping his father to unpack some boxes of goods. His father took the parcels from the box and put them on the outstretched arms of the boy. “Don’t you think you have load enough?” said a passerby. “Father knows best how much I ought to carry,” said the lad. It showed trust and confidence. His father’s love would not overburden him.
                                                                                                                —Selected

A Good Friend
Has Gone Home

After a lengthy battle with cancer, Pastor Earl Smith, Pastor of Lexington Baptist Temple in Lexington, Kentucky was called home to Glory on August 21, 2006. Pastor Smith organized Lexington Baptist Temple and pastored there for 14 years. He led the church through three building programs, completing a beautiful sanctuary in 2003.
Pastor Smith is survived by his wife Joetta, his mother Ada, son Terry, daughter Stacey Holmes, three grandchildren, three sisters, three brothers, three sisters-in-law, three brothers-in-law, church members, and numerous friends. He was preceded in death by his father and a brother. His son-in-law, Derek Holmes, is now pastor of the church. Doug Henry is the associate pastor.
Pastor Smith’s favorite verse follows. Therefore, my brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord (1 Cor. 15:58).

Servant of God, Well Done

The Rev. Thomas Taylor, a Methodist minister, on the evening of October 14, 1816, was preaching a sermon, and in the course of his address he stated his hope that when he died he would die as an old soldier of Jesus Christ with his sword in his hand. The very next morning his family found him dead in his bed. The news of his sudden death was a shock to the wide circle of his friends, and among them was counted James Montgomery, the editor of The Sheffield Iris, who was already known as a great hymn writer.
In commemoration of Taylor’s death and with the courageous words of his last sermon in mind, Montgomery wrote this hymn entitled The Christian Soldier, which begins with these lines:

Servant of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master’s joy.”
The voice at midnight came;
He started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced his frame;
He fell; but felt no fear.

The hymn is not to be confused with another hymn with the same first line by Charles Wesley,

Servant of God, well done!
Thy glorious warfare’s past.

The latter appeared at the end of the published sermon by John Wesley, preached in the Tabernacle at Tottenham Court Row at the funeral of George Whitefield, who died September 30, 1770.
—“One Hundred & One Hymn Stories”

We live but once. The years of childhood, when once past, are past for ever. It matters now how ardently we may wish to live them over; it avails us nothing. So it is with the other stages of life. The past is no longer ours. It has gone beyond our reach. What we have made it, it shall remain. There is no power in Heaven or on earth that can change it. The record of our past stands forth in bold and ineffaceable characters, open to the all-seeing eye of God. There it stands, and one day we shall give an account of it. The present moment alone is ours. “Now is thy treasure possessed unawares.” Today is a day which we never had before, which we shall never have again. It rose from the great ocean of eternity, and again sinks into its unfathomable depths.
                                                                                      —Talmage

BLESS the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name (Psa. 103:1).

One of the meanings of the word bless is to honor. Certainly we should honor and praise the name of the heavenly Father.
Someone has pointed out that this verse is in the very center of the Bible, and well it should be. Nothing is more central to our faith than honoring and praising God.
Verse 2 of this psalm tells us that we should bless the Lord for all His benefits. Verses 3, 4, and 5 list some of the benefits of serving the Lord. These verses follow. Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with loving-kindness and tender mercies; Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
The last benefit mentioned does not mean that we will become sixteen instead of sixty. It does mean that we can be younger than our years. Research has shown that people who attend church and pray tend to live longer and have better health than those who do not. Besides that, in Heaven we will be young forever.
                                                                         —Selected “Day Starters”

A farmer was showing a young lady from the city around his farm.
“That’s a strange looking cow,” she said pointing. “Why doesn’t she have any horns?”
The farmer replied: “Some cows are born without horns. We dehorn some cows. Some breeds aren’t supposed to have horns, and some cows lose their horns for one reason or another”
“That’s a lot of reasons, but why doesn’t this cow have horns?” the young lady persisted. “The main reason is because this cow is a horse,” the farmer replied.

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