Some of you may wonder what I really think about the idea of supernatural peace. I realize that my posts may seem like a conundrum:
“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.” - Isaiah 26:3
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” - John 14:27
This is a poem I wrote several months ago about God's peace, based on the two verses above. It was written as a song, but I revised the wording slightly to fit into a more poetic style.
I hope it's a blessing to you all right now.
In the highest hills and deepest depths
In 1871, Horatio Spafford, a successful businessman and lawyer from Chicago, mourned the death of a son to pneumonia. The same year he lost much of his business to the Great Chicago Fire. Then, in 1873, his four remaining children and wife boarded a ship bound for Europe. Fifteen days later he received this telegram from his wife: “Saved alone, what shall I do?”
Mr. Spafford immediately booked a passage to join his wife. Four days into the crossing, he was summoned by the captain, who informed him that the ship was passing over the very spot where only days before his children had descended three miles down into their watery grave. Horatio quietly entered his private quarters and penned a beautiful hymn of faith.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
If there is one thing everyone wants to have it is happiness. Yet, happiness seems so fleeting and out of our control.
We are regularly disappointed by entertainment and activities that promise happiness but fail to deliver real fulfillment. Social activities regularly leave us disappointed. YouTube marathons promise gratification with the next video but never uphold their end of the bargain. Trust me, I would know.
Blazing down the track at a nearly unbelievable speed, one runner was more determined to win than the others. As he entered the final leg on the 400 meter sprint in 5th place, he forced himself to push ahead of the next runner. Then the next, and the next. Moments later, he found himself clutching an Olympic gold medal. This man, after years of diligently working, practicing, training, researching, and preparing, finally saw his dream—to win the gold in the 1964 Olympics—come to fruition. He won!
Do you know who he was?
“You have something you want to tell us.”
My flight leader addressed the cadet officers in my flight at Cadet Officer School, a 10-day leadership training activity sponsored by Civil Air Patrol (CAP). Everyone at the camp had at least received the Mitchell Award in Civil Air Patrol, attaining the rank of Cadet Second Lieutenant, which some in CAP consider to be equivalent to receiving the Eagle Scout. Still, my flight leader knew there was more to our lives than that single achievement.
My last post was a preview of what I really wanted to say. This post serves as the core foundation for what I believe and want to communicate through this blog.
He was on track to be the world champion. Having qualified to the 1924 Olympics, Eric Liddle was able and prepared to crush the 100m sprint on the world stage.
But there was a problem; one of the races was on the Lord’s day - Sunday.
A few weeks ago I had an extraordinarily amazing time sorting through files. Yep, it was very enjoyable to go through old papers and junk, neatly stacking the items into sets and folders.
Note: This post was written by a friend of mine, Moriah Hall. She wrote a speech on chivalry that qualified to the 2017 NCFCA Region 7 Championship.
When God created the world, He did not use hands. When Jesus got up to calm the storm, he did not use a piece of technology. When Christ was expelling demons from people under their power, He did not use a medical procedure. He used words
Several months ago I read a something that gripped my heart. Someone posted a YouTube comment about their tragic home life, and how the music in the video was one of the only things that helped them get through life.
“My goal is 30 riders.”
“Yeah, right,” I thought. At the time, our bus route was averaging anywhere from 1-6 riders per week. I knew my bus captain was a bit naive. There was no way. Did he not understand how this worked?
I apologize that I haven't posted in a while. I have been a bit sidetracked with other activities. This post continues on a series I started a while ago about understanding others. Read the first and second posts
A few weeks ago I was trying to determine who I should partner with for the NCFCA Moot Court competition. I got an offer from someone, and thought about it. Then I asked a close friend, who is my age, what he thought. A few hours later, I asked my mom. Within minutes of finishing speaking with my mom, I notified the other person of my answer.
In the end, what my friend said didn't weigh as heavily in my decision as what my mom said. Yet I asked my peer first. Why?
About Nathaniel Hendry
I blog on common social issues from a reasoned, conservative Christian perspective in easy to understand writing. I am committed to academic excellence in writing and supported by solid reasoning and research.
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The Worthy Word isn't mine, but God's. I just try to explain the truly Worthy Word and encourage you from it.