ON MY KNEES

          When we are unable to do things we want to do here is another way to get it done.

                

Last night I took a journey; to a land far across the seas.

I did not travel by boat or plane; I traveled on my knees.

I saw so many people there, In trouble and in sin;

Jesus told me I should go, For there were souls to win.

Bell Found in Coal

In 1944, as a ten year old boy, Newton Anderson dropped a lump of coal and broke it in half in his basement and found that it contained this bell inside. The bituminous coal that was mined near his house in Upshur County West Virginia is supposed to be about 300 million years old! What is a brass bell with an iron clapper doing in coal ascribed to the Carboniferous Period? According to Norm Sharbaugh's book Ammunition (which includes several “coal anecdotes”) the bell is an antediluvian artifact (made before the Genesis Flood). The Institute for Creation Research had the bell submitted to the lab at the University of Oklahoma. There a nuclear activation analysis revealed that the bell contains an unusual mix of metals, different from any known modern alloy production (including copper, zinc, tin, arsenic, iodine, and selenium).

Your Mission

If you cannot on the ocean

Sail among the swiftest fleet,

Rocking on the highest billows,

Laughing at the storms you meet,

You can stand among the sailors,

Anchored yet within the bay---

You can lend a hand to help them,

As they launch their boats away.

If you are too weak to journey

Up the mountain, steep, and high,

You can stand within the valley

While the multitude go by,

You can chant in happy measure

As they slowly pass along…

Though they may forget the singer,

They will not forget the song.

If you have not gold and silver

Ever ready to command,

If you cannot toward the needy

Reach an ever-open hand,

You can visit the afflicted,

O’er the erring you can weep…

You can be a true disciple

Sitting at the Savior’s feet.

If you cannot in the conflict

Prove yourself a soldier true,

If where the fire and smoke are the thickest

There’s no work for you to do,

When the battlefield is silent,

You can go with a careful tread.

You can bear away the wounded,

You can cover up the dead.

Do not then stand idly waiting

For some greater work to do;

Fortune is a lazy goddess,

She will never come to you

Go and toil in any vineyard,

Do not fear to do or dare.

If you want a field of labor

You can find it anywhere.

~Ellen Gates