SITTING BY THE FIRE TALKING TO THOSE PASSING BY MAKES YOU WONDER HOW WE SHALL SURVIVE THESE DAYS COMIN’ ON …DO YOU WONDER?…
I do…and so do many we talk with now who see the changes going on and the terrible arrogant pride in Babylon throughout the earth that do not heed the call.
But, there are many more today than ever we saw before, for many have been sleeping and care not to leave the city to crawl the streets and byways to call those who are hearing and seeing the judgements about to fall..
..We notice there are others who are also hearing the trumpets blowing, calling us to waken all we find that we can, and we find ourselves surprized when answers of others come to call, for they too are heeding the call…
What we all see and hear happening, they say that others also see, so… they encourage one another to keep walking and listening for His call….
…do not despair or give up for more are passing by and we all need to hear each other calling to know we are not alone….
…ahhhh this is good to sit a’talking and listening, heeding His Trumpets call and seeing more and more are calling… we are not alone.. so build the bridges friend there are more coming by….
The fire is hot and the pot is full waiting to help them passing by, we’ll feed the few and ask them how they made it here so far….
CALL BACK …… CALL BACK … CALL BACK ….
‘Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track;
And if, perchance, Faith’s light is dim, because the oil is low,
Your call will guide my lagging course as wearily I go.Call back, and tell me that He went with you into the storm;
Call back, and say He kept you when the forest’s roots were torn;
That when the heavens thundered and the earthquake shook the hill,
He bore you up and held you where the very air was still.O friend, call back and tell me, for I cannot see your face;
They say it glows with triumph, and your feet bound in the race;
But there are mists between us, and my spirit eyes are dim,
And I cannot see the glory, though I long for word of Him.But if you’ll say He heard you when your prayer was but a cry,
And if you’ll say He saw you through the night’s sin-darkened sky,
If you have gone a little way ahead, O friend, call back,
‘Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track.– Selected
(Quoted in Streams In The Desert devotional)
Will Allen Dromgoole (1860-1934)
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening cold and gray
To a chasm vast and deep and wide
Through which was flowing a swollen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The rapids held no fears for him.
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” cried a fellow pilgrim near,
“You’re wasting your time in building here.
Your journey will end with the closing day;
You never again will pass this way.
You have crossed the chasm deep and wide;
Why build you this bridge at even-tide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head.
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There follows after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This stream, which has been as naught to me,
To that fair youth may a pitfall be.
He too must cross in the twilight dim —
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”