The Fairest of Ten Thousand

My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. Song of Solomon 5:10 KJV

Singing “The Lily of the Valley” this Sunday, brought back memories from fifty years ago, of the occasional Sunday night when we would pile in the car with friends and head off to visit the Blue Bluck Pentecostal Church. Though it was a little church out in the middle of nowhere, we would find it packed to capacity every weekend. The “worship team” consisted of the pastor, playing bass fiddle, accompanied by three guitars as well as piano. When the people sang, “Lily of the Valley”, they would clap and stamp their feet. In that little church with its wooden floors the energy would cause the floorboards to roll beneath us in waves. But of all the memories, what stands out most was of one older gentleman, who would get so excited during the singing that between stanzas he would shout out, “O glory! Hallelujah!”. His voice practically shook the rafters and had me jumping out of my skin every time he did it. Now, we may be far too proper for such an outburst in our church today, but I don’t think Jesus minded a bit. In fact, if we have truly put all our faith in Jesus, then on the day that we sweep up to glory to see His blessed face, I will bet my bottom dollar that, “O glory! Hallelujah!” will be one of the most timid expressions of our worship! Try to imagine that we will see those Seraphim and Cherubim, that Isaiah told us about crying “Holy! Holy! Holy!” so powerfully that the threshold of God’s throne room will be shaken. Then Abraham, Issac, Jacob, along with Peter, John, James and Paul will fall on their faces and cast their crowns before the feet of Jesus in worship and God’s glory will fill the place. Then, for a certainty, we will know the depths of the truth behind the lavish words of praise in this old hymn. We will be reminded of how He never forsook us, that He fed us with His manna all along the way and that His presence remained a wall of fire protecting us and that His mighty hand led us safely all the way.

From the Editor’s Desk

When word processing, meant following The MLA style guide and font size was determined by the preprinted lines on your paper, learning to write was quite a different kind of adventure. In those days, our school desks came complete with a hole in the upper hand corner, that held the ink well where we would dip the nib of our pen, before attempting to scratch out our letters. Our teachers would prowl the aisles, looking for offenders, who were not holding their pens correctly, had their papers angled the wrong way or who smudged their letters. Painful as it was at the time, we eventually learned our upper- and lower-case alphabets, in both printed letters as well as in cursive handwriting.

Though we sometimes felt we were being tortured, our poor teachers shared plenty of the pain along with us. I feel certain there were times when they wondered why they were consigned to seven-year-olds scratching away on lined paper, when there were plenty of easier ways to make a living. God bless those patient teachers who taught us how to form our letters, piece together words and then later how to juggle them into stories of our own. Those long-ago days came to my mind as I thought over the skills I have had to pick up as a writing coach and editor. Though the following are overly simplistic, maybe one of these will be an encouragement to you today.

As class begins, the first order of business a teacher has, is to hand out papers. For us as editors, handing out a paper can be simply encouraging someone that they have the skills needed to tell their story. It doesn’t require a PhD to tell a first grader that he has lousy penmanship or that she dripped ink all over her paper. Teaching them how to do better, means handing them a blank sheet of paper every single day and offering them a chance to try again.

Secondly, our teachers gave us pencils, long before entrusting ink pens to us. Those pencils gave us the opportunity to practice dotting our i’s and crossing our t’s in a way that could be erased and done over. And when we use those pencils, somewhere along the way, they get dull. A teacher is the one who says, “Why not go to the pencil sharpener, before you do the next line?” In the same way as a writing coach we need to come alongside, not to write their assignment for them, but to help them sharpen their skills so they will better be able to make their own point.

Lastly, a good teacher is the person who refills all the ink wells. As writers, we all have mornings when we can’t think of a single new idea, and we simply stare at the blank page in front of us. We have run dry, and what we need is fresh ink in our well. As Christians, we know that real refreshing only comes from our Lord, but many times, God chooses people to do His work. A godly teacher is the one who comes along side, puts a hand on our shoulder and says, “Take a breath, look outside your window, and come back to your work in a minute. Don’t quit, because God has not quit on you, and He has a great ending for the story He has given you to tell!

And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ. Philippians 1:6 ESV
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A Little Talk

When they had finished breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, Simon, son of John, do you love me more than these? He said to him, Yes, Lord; you know that I love you. He said to him, Feed my lambs. 
John 21:15 ESV

One old gospel song has a line that says, “Let us have a little talk with Jesus” And when people mention prayer usually we usually start thinking of what we will say in that little talk. But usually, what we really need to do is to let Jesus talk first! In today’s verse, Jesus is telling Peter something He had been trying to say for years. Bur Peter had been so busy talking that Jesus just couldn’t get Him to listen. One time Peter even boasted that He was more faithful than any of the other disciples.

At this Peter exclaimed, “Even if everyone should lose his faith in you, I never will!”
Matthew 26:33 Phillips New Testament

But that same night Peter denied even knowing Jesus three times. If you were Jesus, what would you do? What Jesus did was to come and have a little talk with Peter. Though we might criticize Peter, deep down inside we know that we have all failed just as badly or even worse. But the good news is that Jesus still comes and asks for us start walking with Him again, and He asks the question, “Do you love Me?” Then, when He has our full attention, He gently but firmly commands, “Then go feed My lambs!”

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