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RATIONS 100 DAYS #4 2019

“When He giveth quietness…”
The quietness of tonight – the moon rising between the trees around our driveway – the soft lights of the patio – made for the perfect evening. The clouds had finally cleared a way for me to see the moon and enjoy it for a short time – at least until the mosquitoes got a little too nippy.
It was a busy day. Best of all – I think I’m in love with my new computer. It is smaller. The key action seems perfect for aging fingers. The transition was relatively easy. Bad thing?
I still can’t access my files.
The I’ve been in the midst of re-writing some blog posts from a couple years ago that cover a 1942 prayer journey called “Rations 100 Days”. The messages appear timeless, and just like the first time I spent 100 days in prayer over this booklet, the “rations” seem to speak to my life in 2019.
God winks and gratitude fills my eyes with happy tears.
“When He giveth quietness, who then can make trouble?”~Job 34:29
These tiny “rations”, tailored made to ride in a military pocket, were written when a new war was tearing apart the world once again. A war that killed more than we want to remember. There are many numbers in this life that we choose to ignore – those killed driving a car or killed mining for lithium or killed in abortion or killed in natural disasters. It is a world filled with selfishness, division, danger and strife. But today’s “ration” reminds its reader that all of it – all the narcissism, fear, hatred and tribulation – is external when we know the Father. And when we turn the chaos over to Him on a daily basis we find His peace – even though we might need to do this on a minute-to-minute basis.
“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Him.”~Is 26:3
Carbonite is still running in the background. 8 hours of downloading and sitting at only 15%. Dang – I have a lot of stuff stored on my computers and even when it is done, I will probably have to call to have them help me access it all easily. I’m fairly tech oriented but not at all savy. Especially will miss my files again when I go to attach a picture or two to this post. Then again, it is just an external annoyance as the “ration” author pointed out so many years ago.
That gift of inner peace – well it has been with me all day as I got a hug from one of my GCA students – laughed with a friend in a phone conversation – “talked” with several OH friends who wanted to remind me how loved I am – and had a Father who pulled aside the clouds for the Lab girls and me to watch the “almost” full moon rise in the East.
Rations for 100 Days may have been written almost 80 years ago, but just like the “Book of Life”, its message still circles me and enriches my life beyond measure.
“I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.”~Jn 14:27
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I have a tiny journal that I got in 2012. It has George Washington’s name on the front and a replica of the compass that he used throughout his life. Maybe that is why I don’t really use it as a journal. I have bigger books for that chore. This one is more of a — hmmmm —- this one is more of a – – – a salt collector.
It sits by my chair and has some crazy random thoughts spread throughout it. A few doodles of my swirling thoughts. Starts of poems that never found completion. Prayer shawls that I wove in words of love and tears. Treasure gems of thought. Quotes of note. Bible verses that hold my feet steady on His path. And tomorrow night, after I type the last Ration, I will tuck my daddy’s 1942 Ration booklet into a pocket on its back cover.
There are still many to pages to fill in my salt journal. Elohim reminded me tonight that I that I drifted a little off course the past couple years and need to focus. The best part, He opened the clouds tonight just enough for a moon to peek through. What a blessing. I got to see the super-duper moon and of course, this tiny prayer made its way into my heart.
“I see the moon and the moon sees me,
And the moon sees the ones that I can’t see.
God bless the moon, and God bless me,
And God bless the ones that I can’t see.”
1942 Daily Ration: “Freedom is never a good thing unless he is good that has it.’~Alfred the Great.
‘As free, and not using your freedom for a cloak of wickedness but as bondservants of God.’~1 Peter 2:16
“September 17 is the anniversary of the Constitution of the united States of America. For over 150 years ours as been a Government of law rather than of men. God grant that it may so continue! But if it does we must get right concerning law. We can make or break or keep law; but enforce law we cannot. As Joseph Parker wrote, “Law-making may be reduced to a science; but law-keeping comes out of the heart.”
“A commencement speaker asked: ‘How long will America last? Ten years? A hundred years” A thousand years?’ The answer is written in our attitude towards the truth of a newspaper comment: ‘Patriotism is not talking in a certain way; it is living in a certain way.’
Read: Galatians 5:13-26

Prayer: We bless thee again and again, our God, for the privilege of American citizenship. Remind us of the fact that as a Government we are still in the experimental stage. The world has not yet had full proof that a nation can both govern itself and live. We would give that demonstration. May we, therefore, so live that every good thing in America shall be strengthened and every bad things weakened. In the name of the King of all kings, even Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.” [google image]


Okay – this Ration has been sitting on my computer for 3 hours . I’ve read it at least 4 times I’ve eaten a really worthless but very good supper – enjoyed 1 long phone call with a friend – watched 1 Christmas movie and taken 2 romps with the girls…I don’t think I can stall any longer. I need to finish tonight’s ration before the computer loses it and I have to start all over.

Ooooo – I think I need some cheese and maybe some wine.

Noooooo – “Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the concerns of God, but merely human concerns.”~Matt 16:23

Imagine you are hearing a long deep breath, shuddering sigh because that is exactly what I just did.

Actually, I seem to have been saying that short little phrase “Get behind me, Satan” since I opened my eyes this morning.

“Stay in bed a little longer.” (Repeat above phrase here)

“You don’t have to do those stretches” (Repeat said phrase again)

“Go ahead, you can buy that. Put it on the card.” (You know what to do here)

Got it? It has been one of those days when I was not an “appreciator” as today’s Ration tells us. Instead of looking around and just enjoying every step of His day, I’ve whined and cried and mumbled about – the massive number of bikers taking up most of the road while I was trying to get to town – the long line at the grocery store – being monetarily poor at holiday time  – avoiding holiday craft shows- – –

Obviously, not an appreciator.

So I went back to the Ration. It said Read, so – I read.

“I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy …being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”~Phil 1:3-6

I definitely hadn’t done that today. Hmmmm…hmmm…hmmm…as my knees painfullly find the floor of my warroom, I know how to change this day around. Mumbled prayers for others and the peace returns – the love of the girls radiates their contentment and love through my closet doorway – a piece of wisdom filters through the foggy sin barrier and reminds me why Jesus was such an appreciator of each person he encountered – they were all His children – each and every one. So I pray on…

“And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.”~Phil 1:9-11

1942 Daily Ration: ” ‘When Jesus saw him.’~John 5:6

“Read: Philippians 1:1-11

“Bishop William A. Quayle used to say to the pastors in this conference, ‘The world needs appreciators.’ By this he meant men and women who see beyond the unpromising surface of life into the depths, where capacities for beauty and goodness reveal themselves to the sympathetic eye.

“All great souls have been great appreciators, to be able to see only the debased and ugly is the mark of littleness. The men and women to whom Paul sends greetings in his letters were ‘ordinary people,’ so we would say. But Paul’s greatness as a Christian leader is largely found in the fact that he discovered possibilities of usefulness for the Kingdom in lives that appeared only mediocre.

“The greatest appreciator that ever lived was Jesus. He knew the evil that ever lived was Jesus. He knew the evil that was in man, and did not discount the power of sin. But he also saw beyond the offensive exterior to something nobler that might be. He was so sure that it would respond to the appeal of confident good will that he based his kingdom, not on force but on love. The closer we live to him, the more of the divine we shall see in our fellow men.

“Prayer: Touch our eyes and awaken our hearts, O Christ, that we may see in the people with whom we associate today the finer and nobler elements of life which lie beneath the surface. Amen. [google images]


“Freedom is not free”. A popular idiom on days like today. It is Veterans Day. Originally, Armistice Day. A day to celebrate the peace achieved at the end of the “War to End All Wars” – WWI. This changed in 1954 when the powers-that-be recognized that the world was not only still on fire – but flaming up almost constantly somewhere. It is, however, one of the few national holidays that is still celebrated on its original date.
“A Mrs. Powel of Philadelphia asked Benjamin Franklin, “Well, Doctor, what have we got, a republic or a monarchy?” With no hesitation whatsoever, Franklin responded, “A republic, if you can keep it.”
200 years later, the republic still stands – mostly thanks to the veterans who continually stood in the gap with only their “sacred honor” as their shield when the homeland was threatened. Growing up in the post WWII era, the veterans of WWII were the mentoring generation of my own. They were my teachers, church leaders, store owners, factory workers, community leaders. They were the people I wanted to be when I grew up.
“The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.”~President Thomas Jefferson
It is my hope that as our nation heals from this last election cycle, which – sad to say – was a different type of war, we will look to our Veterans for leadership. They understand sacrifice. They understand that freedom is not on any level free. They understand what it takes to defend a republic. They understand “sacred honor” to the depth of their core.
“I consider it an indispensible duty to close this last solemn act of my official life by commending the interests of our dearest country to the protection of Almighty God and those who have the superintendence of them into his Holy keeping.”~General George Washington at Valley Forge
God bless our Veterans.
1942 Daily Ration: Read: 1 Corinthians 10:23-33
” ‘Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.’~1 Cor 10:31
“Real religion is not something we can put off and on like our Sunday clothes It is something that is mixed in with life itself in all its contacts and concerns The faith we hold is something that should hold us.
“Life is made up mostly of monotonies, doing same thing over and over again. And the really important work is done upon these humbler levels. It is in our life’s simplicities, not alone its splendors, we should think of the glory of God.
“How do e treat our friends? How do we conduct ourselves before the eyes of little children? How do we go about the day’s routine? How do we stand up against the head winds, or to what are quite as perilous, sunshine and gentle breezes?
“After a few years it will not matter whether we ruled an army or an industry. What will matter then, eternally, is whether we ruled our spirit and were faithful in the little ways of life and found God’s glory in the commonplaces of the earth.

“Prayer: O God, all-wise and al-patient, who hast warned us not to despise the day of small things, give us a faithful mind and a contented spirit in the daily grind of life, to serve thee bravely; to the glory of Christ. Amen.”    [google images]


When I started this journey of 100 days, I did not think of when it would end. After all, a hundred days is a long time, and I’m not that good at math to boot. I do know that when I missed a couple of days because of a short sisterly vacay, God’s nudge was notable not to just start up where I left off. Instead – I was supposed to double up until I was back on track.

I didn’t like that. Typing one daily Ration takes a few minutes depending on how long it is (I’m a fairly good typist thanks to a mother who insisted on typing class back in the day). Typing a second Ration doubles that time.
Yet – here we are. 7 days of Rations left after a turmultuous election cycle. 7 days of healing thoughts sent from 1942 to us. 7 days to notice how each Ration seems so strongly related to our current days’ events.
Today’s Ration is no exception as it talks about how we should find the true measure of the “pilot”. I find the symbolism of this Ration very potent in light of today’s events. We ‘pilot’ our lives. We teach our kids to be ‘co-pilots’ in our cars. And now – new person will “pilot” this nation. Or hopefully – they will “co-pilot” this nation and let The True Pilot guide us safely through the next four years.
Rabbi Yeshua always taught with parables. I think He still does.
“For there are these three things that endure: Faith, Hope and Love, but the greatest of these is Love.” ~1 Cor 13:13
1942 Daily Ration: “Read: Luke 4:31-43
“I must preach the kingdom of God to other cities also; for therefore am I sent.”~Luke 4:43
“If you were to examine a pilot of one of the great air liners, you would never ask him how long he has been a pilot. You would say, ‘Sir, how many hours in the air have you?’ The true measure of a pilot is hours of flying. Hours on the ground may be spent telling friends what he would like to do when and if, but hours in the air mean ability, experience and competency.
“This same truth applies for a good father, mother, merchant, writer, doctor, lawyer, or minister. Your experience starts when you begin to do the thing you are now talking about.
“Was it not this that made Jesus a blessing to the needy and the hungry? ‘He went about doing good,’ Folks never saw him standing on the corner talking about the thing he was going to do on the morrow. When men saw Jesus, he was putting in hours of labor. . .flying time.
“The challenge of this day is for more men and women and youth to build up flying time. It is not how many years you have been a Christian that counts with your Lord. It is how many hours you have spent practicing the teachings of the Christ….His prayer should be our prayer. ‘…I have glorified thee on the earth: I have finished the work which thou gavest me to do.’~John 17:4

“Prayer: Dear Lord and Master of us all, grant that we may have courage and vision to follow in thy footsteps. Grant that we too may be known for our good deeds and our kindness to others. Amen.” [google images]


Whenever I walk somewhere – songs ramble through my brain. I don’t know if it is the rhythm of the steps that brings a song to my mind or if it is just my mind reverting to those early days of walking and singing just for the sheer joy of singing. Today it was this one.

“I like the United States of America.
I like the way we all live without fear.
I like to vote for my choice, speak my mind, raise my voice,
Yes I like it here.

I like the United States of America.
I am thankful each day of the year.
For I can do as I please, ’cause I’m free as the breeze,
Yes I like it here.

I like to climb to the top of the mountain so high,
Lift my head to the sky,
And say how grateful am I
For the way that I’m working, and helping, and giving,
And doing the things I hold dear.

Yes I like it, I like it, I like it here.”

Way, way back in time, I memorized this little ditty and never forgot it. Today when it popped into my mind, I felt the breath of that little girl again. That 50’s world where faith, hope and love were a little more tangible made me smile.

It is a good day to smile. A good day to practice faith, hope and love.

1942 Daily Rations: [Continuation of a British mother’s letter during the war] Read: St. John 3:12-16

” ‘For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.’ ~St. John 3:16

“So arm yourself against mental suffering at the horrors you will see, by a serene courageous attitude of mind.

“Don’t regard the killed as lost men, nor crippled as defeated men, nor the bankrupt as afflicted men. These are the fears of puny hearts incapable of looking up at the starlit heavens and reading the signature of God.

“You will face destruction of this temporary body, and that is the leat of your troubles. Because death is nothing. Not even the loss of the pleasure of living.

“You will walk through a gate and you will go on. I don’t even pray you should be spared this because i would not feel that I had lost you. A temporary separation, that is all.

“Don’t be afraid of fear. . .It’s man’s deepest instinct, and a spur to brave men. Relax and pray. Reach out for the source of all life, all courage, all good, and a Hand will lead you through the dark. I don’t say this to give you any false comfort. It is true—true. I have proved it—and I know.”

“Prayer: O Lord, we pray thee to have mercy upon all who are this day wounded and suffering. Though kindred and friends be far away, let thy grace be their comfort. Raise them to health again, if it be thy good pleasure; but chiefly give them patience and faith in thee; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.”  [google images]


Since I retired, I have this real aversion to setting an alarm clock – but tonight – I did it. Ready or not – and – as much as I hate waking up before it is light outside – Barbra will start singing, Hurry, It’s Lovely Up Here.
I will throw on my beloved, oldest OSU sweatshirt on, run a brush through my hair and try to convince the girls that they can wait for breakfast until we get back because – yupper – Hubby and I will be voting by 6:30 A.M.
“Have I not commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage…”
When I sat down tonight with Ration booklet in hand, this Bible verse jumped off the page. Well – not literally, of course – but when the Holy Spirit wants your attention, it knows how to get it by highlighting every letter in this puny brain.
“Be strong and of good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed…”
Compared to most countries, we have it so easy. Our polling place is a hop-and-a-skip from us. We could walk the girls there – if we were a little crazier. Thankfully, we will just hop in the car and trust the knowledge that we have gained over the past year and the principles that have shaped our lives.
“For the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.”
I love the book of Joshua. I love the foundational stones that I find buried in this book. Who am I kidding? I love every single book of the Bible, and all the Jewish wisdom and traditions that help me grasp the Old Testament a tiny bit more. What can I say? Understanding most of the WORD may be a stretch for me, but I know I will have an eternity to figure it out – eventually – maybe – hopefully – with a little help from my heavenly friends.
Perhaps – understanding will come to our country as well over the next four years. No matter who wins – if we work at it – if we have faith, hope and love – if we strive with our sacred honor – if we unite together once again – we will remember and recognize that the LORD our God is with us whithersoever we goest…even the day after the craziest election ever. Blessings!Be!
1942 Daily Rations: ” ‘Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed; for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.’~Josh 1:9
“The following letter, parts of which we shall read for today and tomorrow in an actual letter written by an English mother to her son in the war. ‘My dearest boy…
” ‘I don’t now where you are, but wherever it is, my heart is with you day and night. . .I know that kidding you that things won’t be too bad won’t help you in any way. . .You are going to be called on to do tasks beyond your experience and your strength. . .Prepare yourself spiritually before you go. No war ever demanded so much courage, pitting the body against engines of steel. More indestructible than steel, however, is the immortal soul of man.

” ‘Your immortality is your strength. Do no brace yourself into a state of tension trying to build an artificial courage. This way your nerves will snap. Man cannot stand alone and should not try. Connect yourself now with the source of your being and rest secure on the only solid foundation affording a foothold now left in this world. Pray at any time about anything. Think continually ‘God is with me.’ A Presence will come that will never leave you.’ ” [google images}


I am not thankful that I am only 10 days away from finishing my 1942 Ration booklet. I’ve pushed myself for 90 days to be consistent in my devotions and writing – which for a retired, I-want-to-play-all-the-time-with-my-Grands, free-spirited Gemini is not my normal way. However, every day I find myself looking forward to the quiet typing of the new days’ Ration – the rhythm of the old King James language whispering in my ears as they find shape on the computer screen – and the inner blessing that once again blossoms through the Spirit and through my fingers.

‘It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’
I don’t like watching add-filled TV or listening to the radio these days – my mind has been filled to the brim with worldly things and the hunger for things beyond my ken. A breath of angel’s wings in my face. An expectation – of – something. A holding-the-breath-second before the note sounds clear and strong in my voice and rings forth.
“And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”
Christmas songs came out early this year. Much more peaceful. Such a reminder. A crutch to get me through the next few days – months – years. Our country has been through tough times before. Our history-biographies-journals are full of stories where the people struggled. I just never truly understood how faith and wisdom can grow exponentially when we are out of our comfort zone.
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”~H.W. Longfellow, Dec 25, 1864, ‘I Heard the Bells’
H.W. Longfellow’s poetry always touches a spot in me that reverberates – even long before I understood rhyme, meter and thematic devices. He suffered – the loss of a wife – a son severely wounded in war – he questioned – he wondered. He lived in a country that was also wounded and suffering and wondering . He lifted his head and waited. That expectation of something beyond himself. That breath that was not his own – carrying him until he could stand again.
That Breath of Life which carries us all beyond our comfort zone – until we can stand in the Light of righteousness once again. And for that – I am – oh – so very thankful.
1942 Daily Ration: “His disciples prayed him, saying, ‘Master, eat.’ But he said unto them, ‘I have meat to eat that ye know not of.” Therefore said the disciples one to another, ‘Hath any man brought him aught to eat?’ Jesus saith unto them, ‘My meat is to do the will of Him that sent me, and to finish His work. Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? Behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. And he that reapeth receiveth wages and gathereth fruit unto life eternal: that both he that soweth and he that reapeth may rejoice together. And herein is that saying true. One soweth, and another reapeth,. I sent you to reap that and another reapeth. I sent you to reap that whereon ye bestowed no labour; other men laboured, and ye are entered into their labours.’~John 4:31-38

“You say that you tried reading the Bible and ran into so many difficulties that you gave it up. I do not wonder at that. The Bible is a library rather than a book. It is more than a thousand years of a people’s seeking after God, compressed into more than one thousand close-printed pages. The Bible is a long road indeed to travel, but the first steps are not taken on page 1. The first steps begin with knowing Christ, and for that we go to the Gospels. They are not like fiction which you rush through to learn the outcome- – -and then forget. They are eyewitness accounts of the Life which caused the witnesses to become followers.” [google images]


Thankful for a Grandson’s birthday today. Thankful for another Grandson who loves to cuddle, read stories, play pretend, do puzzles, and a Granddaughter who can’t wait to call me after school to tell me what she wants me to sew on her Christmas stocking.
Thankful for our little neighbor who loves to play with our dogs, make up silly songs to sing to them and play with my 50+ year old plastic horses. Thankful for a toe that – while still swollen – doesn’t shout unless a silly puppy walks on it, or I doing something really stupid. Thankful for a Father God who swore never to be angry again.
“To me this is like the days of Noah,
when I swore that the waters of Noah
would never again cover the earth.
So now I have sworn not to be angry with you,
never to rebuke you again.”~Isaiah 54:9
Daily – as this ugly election draws to a close – I remind myself that God’s got this. He sees the tapestry on the finished side, and I – silly me – only see it on the reverse side. I see the tangled threads, the mistakes, the knots – dull colors that seem jumbled.
However – when I strain my eyes and my wobbly faith – I can almost see what the finished tapestry might hold – until I blink. Tears cloud my eyes, and I sigh. One day, I will no longer see through the glass darkly. I will see the finished tapestry in all of its glory.
Now that is a lot to be thankful for today.
1942 Daily Rations: ” ‘I bear branded on my boy the owner’s stamp of Jesus.’~Gal 6:17, Moffatt’s translation
“Read: Galatians 6:11-18
“St. Paul had no doubt often stood in the midst of the Roman slave markets. Among other never-to-be-forgotten sights he had noted how the slaves were branded with the owner’ tamp so that they could always be identified. Perhaps Onesimus was one of those- – – Onesimus, the runaway slave who was led to Christ by Paul in Rome and sent back to make amends to his master, Philemon. His story is told in the letter in the New Testament which bears the name of Philemon.
“The devotion of St. Paul to his Master and Lord is so complete that he speaks of himself as the slave of Christ, not by compulsion but by free surrender. So for himself he says: ‘To me to live is Christ,’ and to all Christians he cries out: ‘Ye are not your own. . .ye are bought with a price.’ The only way a Christian may be identified is by the owner’s name indelibly impressed upon his life.

“Prayer: O Christ, we thank thee for the last full measure of devotion given by St. Paul to his Master. May we too so yield to thy mastery that there may be no reserves or withholdings in our devotion. We make this prayer in thy name. Amen.”  [google images]


Not hard to find things to be thankful for today. Since I woke up – and until I close my – it was a jump-in-the-air-thanks giving day. A God given day – but then – isn’t every day – good or bad – a God given day? We merely have to remember and give thanks.

Got three plants in the ground. Scrubbed the hot tub so we can fill it again. Read a couple short devotions. Blew a million and one leaves off the deck and patio (and we won’t even talk about the million more still waiting out back). Worked on a couple things for Christmas. Read a couple chapters in my book. Picked a rose.

Our garden is covered in leaves and – although I’ve cleaned some of the debris away – it is no where near ready for winter. As I read today’s Ration, I thought about a different kind of God given day. The day the author is describing was much different.

It was a day of pain – a day of suffering – a day of tears – a day when the Light flickered across the world – and curtains torn.

A God given day. We just didn’t know it. All your days are God-given – whether you know it or not, so it is a good day to be thankful.

1942 Daily Rations: “Read: St. Mark 15:1-39

“And the soldiers led him away into the hall, called Praetorium; and they call together the whole band. And they clothed him with purple and platted a crown of thorns, and put it about his head. . .And they bring him unto the place Golgotha, which is, being interpreted The place of a skull.

“We are coming to the cross today. We are coming through Pilate’s judgment hall through the silences of Jesus, through the clothing with purple, through the smiling and the spitting to ‘the place of a skull’ where ‘they crucified him.’

“Note how all sections of the people seem to have been involved in that deed- – -rulers judges, soldiers, priests, people. Some wicked fanatics call his race, according to the flesh, ‘Christ killers.’ No, we are all potential Christ killers. ‘All have sinned, and come short.’ I was in that crowd today.

“I SEE the crowd in Pilate’s hall,
I mark their wrathful mien;
Their shouts of ” crucify ” appall,
With blasphemy between.
And of that shouting multitude
I feel that I am one;
And in that din of voices rude,
I recognize my own.”~’Twas I that did it’ by Horatius Bonar

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