Where Have All the Wretches Gone?

Where Have All the Wretches Gone?

Not sure why this re-posted, but it’s worth reading!


The theater at Corinth

While I was “temporarily inactive” my friend, brother, and mentor, Ferrell Jenkins, continued to post interesting items, to wit:

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The theater at Corinth is a short distance from the agora and the Temple of Apollo. Reddish and Fant describe the theater:

The theater dates from the 5th century B.C.E. and later was rebuilt by the Romans, who added a multistory stage building . In Paul’s time it seated approximately 14,000 spectators. (A Guide to Biblical Sites in Greece and Turkey, p. 59)

According to the same source, both the theater and the odeion, “were later used for gladiatorial spectacles; the theater was even fitted for mock sea battles.”

The theater is not on the typical tourist route at Corinth, but it can be reached along a rugged path north of the major excavated area.

The Apostle Paul spent 18 months among the Corinthians.

And he stayed a year and six months, teaching the word of God among them. (Acts 18:11 ESV)

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To You Who Bring Small Children to Church

To You Who Bring Small Children to Church.


I want you — you mothers and/or fathers — to know just how encouraging you are to so many.

Bring your children to church. If you don’t hear crying, the church is dying.

Read more at http://veritasvenator.com/2013/09/25/to-you-who-bring-small-children-to-church/

A HYMN FOR TODAY – O God, Our Help In Ages Past


O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone,
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op’ning day.

O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guide while life shall last,
And our eternal home.

CM ( – Isaac Watts, 1719

Based on Psalm 90:1-12

Tune: ST. ANNE – William Croft, 1708

#20 in Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012

Danger in the Hedgerow

From Dene Ward’s excellent blog, Flight Paths — read more at the URL below:

A long time ago we lived near a man who raised a little livestock.  He had a sow down the fence line from us, and one summer morning we woke to find piglets rooting their way through our yard, trying to find mama. Mama was too big to get under the pen, but the babies weren’t.  After that we kept tabs on those piglets, and the boys, who were about 6 and 4, loved going to see them.  Baby animals, as a general rule, are cute—even pigs.

One evening I stuck my head out the door and hollered extra loudly, “Dinner!” because I knew that’s where they were.  Keith said they started back immediately, Nathan on his shoulders, and Lucas walking along side.  About halfway back he swapped boys, and told Nathan to run on ahead and wash his hands. As he watched, Nathan ran along the sandy path toward our driveway, then veered to the left instead of to the right toward the house.  Immediately his father yelled, ‘What did I tell you to do?!” and Nathan instantly changed his direction and ran for the house without even a backward look.

As he approached the deep shade of the drive himself, Keith felt an inch tall.  Nathan’s tricycle was off to the left, parked in the hedgerow by our chicken pen.  That’s what he had been headed for because his father had taught him to always put up his tricycle.

He put Lucas down on the ground and sent him on into the house as he went for the tricycle himself, to put it up for his younger son, who had only been trying to obey his father in all things.  Just as he got there, a gray-green cottonmouth as thick as a bike tire tube charged from the bushes.  Keith was able to grab a shovel in time and kill it.

Imagine if that had been a four year old.  Would he have seen the snake in time?  Would he have even known to be on the look out as one should here in the north Florida piney woods?  Cottonmouths are not shy—not only will they charge, they will change direction and come after you.  A snake that size could easily have struck above Nathan’s waist, and at forty pounds he was probably dead on his feet.

Now let me ask you this—does your child obey you instantly?  Or do you have to argue, threaten, bribe, or cajole him into doing what you tell him to do?  Do you think it doesn’t matter?  The world is filled with dangerous things, even if you don’t live where I do—traffic, electricity, deep water, high drop offs—predators.  If you don’t teach him instant obedience, you could be responsible for his injury or death some day–you, because you didn’t teach him to obey.  Because you thought it wasn’t that important.  Because you thought it would make him hate you.  Because you thought it made you sound mean.  Or dozens of other excuses.

We put our boys in child seats before it was required by law.  We actually had other people ask us, “How do you get him to sit in the seat?”  Excuse me? Isn’t it funny that when the law started requiring it, those parents figured it out?  Not getting in trouble with the law was evidently more important to them than the welfare of their children.

The hedgerows don’t go away when your child grows up.  In fact, they become even more dangerous if you haven’t taught them as you should have.  Isn’t it sad when the elders of the church have to nag people to get them to do one simple thing for the betterment of the church or the visitors whose souls they are supposed to care about, like sitting somewhere besides the two back pews?  Those are probably the same people who as children had to be begged to obey their parents.

Do you want to know what someone was like as a child?  I can show you the ones who threw tantrums; they’re the ones who threaten to leave if things aren’t done their way.  I can point out the ones who wouldn’t share their toys; they won’t give up anything now either, especially not their “rights.”  The snake in the hedgerow has bitten them, and this time it poisoned their souls, not their bodies.

Look around you Sunday morning.  Decide which of those adults you want your children to be like when they grow up.  It doesn’t happen automatically.  It happens when loving parents work hard, sometimes enduring a whole lot of unpleasantness and even criticism, to mold their children into disciples of the Lord.

Danger hides in the hedgerows.  Make sure your child’s soul stays safe.

Now Adonijah [David’s son and] the son of Haggith exalted himself, saying, “Iwill be king.” And he prepared for himself chariots and horsemen, and fifty men to run before him. His father had never at any time displeased him by asking“Why have you done thus and so?” 1 Kings 1:5-6.

On that day I will fulfill against Eli all that I have spoken concerning his house, from beginning to end. And I declare to him that I am about to punish his house forever, for the iniquity that he knew, because his sons were blaspheming God, and he did not restrain them, 1 Samuel 3:12-13.

Dene Ward


Jehoash Tablet must be returned to owner

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The Supreme Court of Israel ordered that the Jehoash Tablet, a 9th century inscription about repairs to the temple in the days of King Jehoash of Judah, must be returned to the owner.

The Jerusalem District Court had earlier ruled that he state had not proved that this  inscription was a forged document.

Chiseled in ancient Hebrew and dated to the ninth century BCE, the tablet describes renovations of the First Temple – which is said to have been built by King Solomon – ordered by Jehoash. It corresponds to the account in II Kings 12:1-17, in which the king laments the state of the temple and commands that money the priests collect from the people be used to fix it up.

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Read the account in today’s Haaretzhere.

Matthew Kalman has been keeping abreast of this decade-long case and reports at Bible and Interpretationhere

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Highlights from a string of transplant updates:


From Lynn Paige:  Eric just went back to the OR. Doctors should be putting in 2 other lines to monitor his blood pressure and breathing. Surgery is expected to last about 8 hours.

Dave’s surgery is going well, and should be done soon.  So now we wait.

From Ellen Vaughn, Eric’s daughter:  He’s going to the OR! Now they will do some more prep, stick a few more tubes in him, and then it will be time.

Nurses and Residents were thanking Daddy for being so patient today (he’s been in the pre-op room for 6 hours) and he replied, “I’ve waited 8 years, what’s a few more hours?”

My Comment:  “Sounds T-Totally like Eric!”

 From Angie Malcomson (Dave’s wife):  Just took Eric Paige back to prep him. That means the doctors should be almost done removing Dave’s kidney. Thank you to everyone for all your prayers. Thank you Elaine Petry and Margo for bringing the snacks. Thanks Johnny O. and Shari Whitby for sitting with us.

I’ll post an update as soon as the doctor comes out.

From Edna Paige (Eric’s mother):  Here is a late morning report: Dave is in surgery now. Eric will be getting all his tubes etc and be going in about noon. The transfer will happen this afternoon.

Wonder of wonders, we have our own waiting room. Ladies from the church brought in snacks. Need I say, the 3:30 wake up time was the middle of the night for me.

From Dave Malcomson (no doubt a milli-second before they grabbed his phone!)

Let’s do this! — at Rush University Medical Center.

My comment: “This is SO “Totally Dave” — up & at ’em!”