Saturday, October 15, 2011
Mizpah October 15th
I have loved thee with an everlasting love. As the Father hath loved Me, so have I loved you. Jeremiah 31:3; John 15:9
"Joy is the happiness of love. It is love exulting. It is love aware of its own felicity, and resting in riches which it has no fear of exhausting."
Rev J.Hamilton.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Eighty Miles of Photography
It has been nearly a year since making the eighty mile round trip up to Roline Landing on the upper Suwannee River. It was a good day to take the journey. The weather was mild, the sky a vivid deep blue. I journeyed to White Springs and took the Woodpecker route, first stop the Prospect Primitive Baptist Church. There, I found the pensive angel in the cemetery and composed several photographs. I then took the short hike down to the river. It was good to report the creek flowing into the river from PSC Chemical was not a vivid green. I walked up and down the bank, being especially fond of the clay and lime rock exposed on the river bed. The mature oaks as well were grand, and I could have used a 10mm to capture the spread.
Upon leaving, two gentlemen were cleaning up and retouch painting the church. I made it up to the next stop, Turner Bridge landing, seeing a red fox that paused but scurried away before I could back up and get a shot. Along the dirt road, the fall flowers were in profusion as were the butterflies. I stopped upon spotting two Tiger Swallowtails, a spice bush swallowtail, sulphurs, fritillaries, skippers and a monarch. It was the first opportunity to use the new 18-200 on butterflies and for the most part, no problems, except trying to get too close and the shutter refusing to engage. Most frustrating. It was quite a thrill to be in the company of such a variety of butterflies.
At Turner, I did not stay long, walking a bit downstream and composing the pylons from the old suspension bridge.
Making it to Roline, about four miles further north, I took a long hike along the river bank upstream, walking slowly. A raccoon on the far shore spotted me before I could get a shot and scampered off. I came upon an alligator leg floating in the water, and conjectured what could have caused this amputation? I took several cypress souvenirs, one looking like a woodpeckers head.
I drove back to Road 6 and headed for Hopewell Church. The scene of the Shining Congregation photographs, I was disappointed to see that the church had been painted, inside and out, along with benches placed inside. I assume they either had or are planning the annual homecoming. Either way, while good to preserve the church, I liked the way the old unpainted floor looked, along with the old white paint. This new coat of paint kind of removes the mystery from it. I do not foresee any further Shining type photographs.
I started to drive to Cone Bridge, but hunger took hold and I made a beeline home. It was a satisfying trip, one I needed, just to go in peace and reflect. Some day I shall show the photographs someplace. The business of taking photographs and sharing is at a low demand currently and thus I gain the single satisfaction of simply knowing the photographs turned out for the most part.
Grandma's Pearl
Mizpah for October 14th
The book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth. Joshua 1:8
"A person who has perfect love will love his Bible above all books. It will be dear to his heart, an inexpressible treasure. And the reason is obvious: it is because in the Bible he learns the will of God." Prof. Upham.
Grandma Pearl Carter departed this life on October 16, 2002 after suffering a debilitating stroke. For several years, Grandma Carter was confined to her bed, unable to talk or move. Next to her bed was the well-worn large print King James Bible she carried triumphantly as a David wielding Sampsons shield aloft. She loved the word and those who conveyed the old time gospel, especially Dr DeHann and Lester Roloff. After nine years, we still miss her sweet spirit and staunch stand as she stared down the powers of darkness.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
I will be
Mizpah for October 13th
I will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be My sons and daughters, saith the Lord Almighty. 2 Corin. 6:18
"Think, brothers! think, sisters! we walk in the air of an eternal Fatherhood. Every uplifting of the heart is a looking up to the Father. Graciousness and truth are around, above, beneath us, yea, in us." George MacDonald.
Today in the old Mizpah book, Given Oct 17, 1884 to A.L.P with love from Hamre, was Mother's birthday, 1853. Who were these people from so long ago? The name of A.P. faded on the October 17th entry beyond recognition. These people, known of God, members of his eternal family. Someday to meet A.P. and mother, and hear their story. The Mizpah of place, of time, from their time to our time.
In Honor
In honor of Robert E. Lee, who died on this day, 1870.
"General Lee died this morning at half past nine o'clock. He began to grow worse on Monday and continued to sink until he breathed his last this morning. He died as he lived, calmly and quietly, and in the full assurance of faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. The places of business are all closed, the bells are tolling, and the whole community thrown into the deepest grief." Lexington
The first telegram announcing his death, sent by Dr.J.W.Jones to the Richmond Dispatch, that paper gave it to the Associated Press, and it was sent over the country and cabled to Europe.
Mizpah for October 12th
"We never grow strong so fast, our religion never is so beautiful and praiseworthy, as when we are grappling with, and overcoming by the power of Christ, great and sore and protracted temptation." Pres. Finney.
Today is the day that Melanie, in 2009, after going on a full respirator and then a ventilator, was transported to Orlando Regional Medical Center via Ambulance from Lake Shore Hospital at 4AM.
The Waves Written at 11:19PM October 13th
The room fills
The room empties
The tears flow
The faces painted in pain
Cell phone urgency
ICU emergencies
We wait with loved ones
We pray the waves
Recede
And spare us in the wake
Peace be still
Come Lord
Come calm the waves
Oh Lord!
The photograph was of a strong man competitor, taken while in Orlando with Melanie. The competition was held for the Arnold and Winnie Palmer Children's Hospital down the street from ORMC. One of Dr Vallenwaller's favorite encouragements to us, whenever he would see us was to point to heaven and say, BE STRONG!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
He ever liveth
He ever liveth to make intercession. Hebrews 7:25
"Man may be too little for your great matters. God is not too great for your small ones. Only give yourself to prayer, whatever may be the occasion that calls for it." Winslow
Miron Winslow (1789-1864) was an American Congregational missionary. He was born at Williston, Vt, graduated at Middlebury College, 1815, and at Andover Theological Seminary, 1818. In 1819 he went to Ceylon, as a missionary of the American Board's American Ceylon Mission, and served there(from 1836) in southern India for 44 years. He prepared a Tamil and English dictionary, completed in 1862.
As Jesus was the Lamb of God slain from the foundation of the world, has an everlasting priesthood, and is a continual intercessor; it is in virtue of this that all who were saved from the foundation of the world were saved through him, and all that shall be saved to the end of the world will be saved through him. He ever was and ever will be the High Priest, Sacrifice, Intercessor, and Mediator of the human race. All successive generations of men are equally interested in him, and may claim the same privileges. But none can be saved by his grace that do not come unto God through him; i.e. imploring mercy through him as their sacrifice and atonement; confidently trusting that God can be just, and yet the justifier of them who thus come to him, believing on Christ Jesus. Adam Clarke
The photograph is of Landon, my son, taken several years ago off the Atlantic Coast at Vilano. We were awaiting one of the Space Shuttle launches to the south.
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