Saturday, August 10, 2013

GREAT ARTICLE: "Squaring Your Life With The Bible" By D. M. Panton

Squaring Your Life With The Bible
 By D. M. Panton

David Morrieson Panton (D. M. Panton) (1870–1955) was the pastor of Surrey Chapel, Norwich, Norfolk, UK, where he succeeded Robert Govett. He was the editor (1924–1955) of The Dawn Magazine, a writer of books and numerous tracts, and a British leader amongst those pursuing Prophetic studies.

    The main body of our Lord’s teaching, and the clearest of all His instructions on practical living, are embodied for ever in the "Sermon on the Mount" (Matthew, chapters 5-7; Luke, chapter 6). And His whole revelation in the sermon is based on a studied contrast of the Church’s grace with Israel’s law, thus launching a new dispensation, which is still in force.
    The emphasis with which our Lord stresses the necessity of obedience is an emphasis of "solemn awfulness," as someone has stated it. It is expressed in a vivid figure. "These sayings of Mine," says Jesus, are the foundation rock on which every believer is to construct his living. Any other foundation of conduct will, to a certainty, the Lord says, hopelessly crash in the coming storms. (See Matt. 7:24-27).
    It is first of all extremely important for all of us to master the fact that our Lord is not distinguishing between believers and unbelievers of the words He has uttered. He is distinguishing between hearers and doers of it. "Hearing" is a word He uses of faith. "He that is of God heareth the words of God: for this cause ye hear them not, because ye are not of God" (John 8:47).
    Both groups which the Saviour is visualizing listen attentively to their Lord speaking. Both recognize that there are commands to be obeyed by someone. Both then leave the Mount to live their life – that is, to build their house of conduct. One group reproduces the Lord’s words in action. The other possibly believes and warmly applauds the words – nevertheless acts, in the points named by our Lord, on other principles of conduct. He is building a house on another foundation than the "Sermon on the Mount."
    "Literally hundreds of volumes have been written about the ‘Sermon on the Mount,’ yet I read it through recently in eleven minutes. You can read it quickly, but you must take a life time to try to live it, and even then you will have falls." The fact is, the difficulty of living it is enormous.
Stupendous Consequences
    A brief summary of our Lord’s main points will reveal at once both the reason of their rejection, and the stupendousness of the consequences. For example, if obeyed, there would not be any worldly Christians. In these words Christ claims absolute sovereignty. Every main section is not a counsel, or an ideal, but a command. His word is law. Here are seven of the main sections:
    (1) "It was said to them of old time, Thou shalt not kill…but I say unto you that every one who is angry with his brother without a cause…shall be in danger of the judgment" (Matt. 5:21-22).
    (2) "Ye have heard that it was said…Thou shalt not commit adultery: but I say unto you" that a lustful look can be adultery (vv. 27-28).
    (3) "Ye have heard that it was said to them of old time, Thou shalt…perform unto the Lord thine oaths: but I say unto you, Swear not at all" (vv. 33-34).
    (4) "Ye have heard that it was said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth:" – exact justice – "but I say unto you, Resist not him that is evil" – utter grace (vv. 38-39).
    (5) "Ye have heard that it was said, Thou shalt love thy neighbor, and hate thine enemy: but I say unto you, Love your enemies" (vv. 43-44).
    (6) "Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon the earth…but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven" (6:19-20).
    (7) "All things whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, so do ye also unto them" (7:12).
    Our Lord summarizes the sermon as the standard of right conduct for those who belong to the kingdom of heaven. "I say unto you, that except your righteousness exceed the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees [the standard of the Law, immeasurably excelled by the standard of the sermon] ye [the disciples whom He is addressing] shall in no wise enter into the kingdom of heaven" (Matt. 5:20).
Human Reasonings
    Over against this marvelous revelation, embodying love in action, we are met with every human reason why we should not obey. Some say it is a noble ideal, but impracticable, or it is for Jewish disciples before the Church was founded, and therefore it is not for us. Others say it is a revelation of world law when the Millennial Kingdom shall be established, or the commands in it are to be taken figuratively, not literally. These reasons for non-obedience prove at once that they are merely attempted escapes from the obvious. The warning of the Apostle James (1:22) springs into light: "Be ye doers of the Word, and not hearers only, deluding your own selves."
What Are We Constructing?
    This "Sermon on the Mount," preached wherever Christ is preached throughout the whole world and identified with Him throughout all time, faces every hearer. Every Christian hearer is constructing a building – his religious conduct, enshrining his life. Some believers are building on the sermon. They are living it. In this case the life is built out of these sayings through all the years. It is not merely believing them, nor accepting them, nor admiring them, nor even expounding and teaching them. It is doing them! This person the Lord calls a wise architect.
    "Every one which heareth these words of Mine, and doeth them, shall be likened unto a wise man, which built his house upon the rock" (Matt. 7:24).
    All the hearers are able to build, and all as a matter of fact are building. The foolish believer builds as carefully on the sand as the wise man on the rock. Sand can look like rock. The house we build reveals our wisdom or our folly.
    If our conduct is to stand on rock, we must simply obey Christ. "Ye are My friends, if ye" [not quote or approve or even preach, but] – "do the things which I command you" (John 15:14).
    The Lord most carefully reveals the consequences of how we build. "The rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house" (Matt. 7:25). Throughout all the ages the believer has had to stand up against the brunt of a hostile world. There come the subtle floods of the flesh or the hurricanes of Satan, and countless buildings within the Church crash. Rain assails the roof, winds assail the walls, and floods attack the foundations.
Sustaining Grace Confirms Obedience
    The Lord’s tremendous revelation of the value of living the sermon now shines out simply priceless. "The rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not; for it was founded upon the rock" (Matt. 7:25).
    This believer "digs deep." The "Sermon on the Mount" deals with the depths of our being – cutting away our lusts, our ambitions, our worldliness, and introducing an amazing standard of spiritual life. The safe depth of the structure is especially revealed in Luke: "He is like a man building a house who digged and went deep and laid the foundation on a rock; and when a flood arose, the stream beat vehemently upon that house, and could not shake it; because it was founded upon the rock [had been well builded]" (Luke 6:48).
    He only digs deep whose living gets down to the central realities of the spirit as expressed in our Lord’s commands, and sustaining grace confirms obedience all the way. God’s grip on our conduct corresponds with our grip on Christ’s words. And the Lord’s summary reveals the enormous revelation that if we build on the sermon, and even if we are in great tribulation, our house stands. No storm can wreck it!
    So the Saviour warns us of the consequence of hearing, believing, admiring, but not doing these sayings. "Every one that heareth these sayings of Mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand…and [the elements] smote upon that house, and it fell: and great was the fall thereof" (Matt. 7:26-27).
    All the hearers are equally skilled in building. Where alone they differ is on what they build. And the second class – building on anything but the "Sermon on the Mount," however high the ethics or sublime the philosophy – build, our Lord says, on sand.
    "We may build, as our little children do on the seashore, our sand houses, and we may pile them up very quickly, too, and be very pleased with them. But they will all come down as the tide advances" (C. H. Spurgeon). The consequent crash is terrific. "Great was the fall thereof." What Christ says is rock. What man says is sand.
    Thus, dropping our Lord’s figure, we have the unutterably solemn dual truth expressed elsewhere by Christ Himself in plain language.
    (1) "That servant which knew his lord’s will, and made not ready, nor did according to his will, shall be beaten with many stripes. But he that knew not, and did things worthy of stripes, shall be beaten [for naturally it is the duty of the servant of God to find out his Lord’s will] with few stripes" (Luke 12:47-48). The first servant consciously disobeyed, the second unconsciously.
    (2) Here is the golden reverse: "He that hath My commandments, and keepeth them, he it is that loveth Me…and I will love him, and will manifest Myself unto him" (John 14:21).


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BIG AL'S JOVIAL JUKEBOX #15: "Beware Of The Blob" by THE FIVE BLOBS, 1958


Albie's Note:  My 10 year old son Gideon and I recently DVR'd and  then watched the 1958 Horror classic THE BLOB, starring a 27 year old Steve McQueen.   First of all, I should say it was a blast!  It was actually a much better movie than I remembered and even Gid thought it was loads of fun!  [Movies precisely like this are great for father/son bonding, by the way... especially in double features and with plenty o' popcorn!]

As for the movie itself... Is it really an allegory about creeping Communism needing to be 'frozen' ala the real-life "Cold war?"  Gosh, I'd really love to think so-- sounds like a good idea to me--  but actually I reckon it was mainly just a good ol' comic book horror story come to life... and I should note, VERY effectively filmed in all night scenes to generate a pretty undeniably high level of suspence... all of it on-- at best--  a medium budget [although this one was filmed in both widescreen and gloriously lurid '50s color!]  I can easily see why this was such a huge hit at the time.

[According to Wikipedia, "McQueen received only $3,000 for this film; he had turned down an offer for a smaller up-front sum with 10 percent of the profits because he did not think the movie would make any money and he needed the money immediately to pay for food and rent; it ended up grossing $4 million!"]

The directing was solid, the acting was superior [although every "teenager" in it had no doubt passed the 20 year mark quite prior to filming!], and really  I enjoyed the themes of  

1) not judging young folks;  

2) doing the right thing even if the authorities may misguided advise you not to, and  

3) always having a loaded CO2 fire extinguisher handy!

But you know what really stuck with me?  The amazingly [and perhaps annoyingly] catchy theme song and its brief and marvelously inane lyrics! I simply can't get it outta my head... [and so of course I must share it!]

Believe it or not, this song was composed by Burt Bacharach and Mack David, and was a top forty pop hit in '58.  To be fair, it's really a great piece of music-- the tenor sax wailing, the chord progressions, the male chorus-- surely the most finely crafted pop song to ever ever introduce a horror movie!

And so now... here it is from Youtube, complete with lyrics printed below the window.

Enjoy... but I do  feel I MUST  warn you.  This one will NOT leave your head anytime soon!


Beware of The Blob, it creeps
And leaps and glides and slides
Across the floor
Right through the door
And all around the wall
A splotch, a blotch
Be careful of The Blob
 
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Saturday, August 3, 2013

HYMN TIME #13: "Mephibosheth" by SOUND DOCTRINE


Albie's note: This is another hymn that is quite modern, but very very good.  Gary Duty-- the Baptist pastor whose other song "Blessed Old Book" was featured in my hymn series a while back [see it HERE if you like]--  wrote this song and sang it with his Bluegrass group SOUND DOCTRINE back in the '90s.   That group seems to be disbanded now (at least I can no longer find the website) but their albums are all great and really worth checking out.

Here Brother Duty faithfully re-tells the beautiful story of the grace shown to lame Mephibosheth by King David in II Samuel Chapter 9, laying special emphasis on its revelation of Almighty God's greater grace to us poor flawed humans. 

Enjoy this amazing song.




In a place called Lodebar lived a young man who was crippled from a fall.
His name was Mephibosheth: the son of Jonathan, the son of Saul.
He was trying to survive; since Jonathan and Saul were slain, it seemed all hope was in vain,
And each lonely night was spent in fear of what another day would bring.
But one day King David said, "There is one thing I'd like to do.
Is there one of the house of Saul, someone I can show my kindness to?"
Someone said, "Down in Lodebar, there lives a son of Jonathan: Mephibosheth, the crippled one."
David said "Go find him, and bring him this message from the King".

CHORUS
Mephibosheth, forever put your fears to rest; come and be my table guest.
To you I'll be a father, and my son you'll always be.
Mephibosheth, please accept the invitation; I've made all the preparations.
Mephibosheth cried "Oh how can this be, that a King would ever love someone like me!"

Living in Lodebar, where there's no comfort for a troubled soul.
Just a place full of broken hearts; never knowing what the future holds.
But now that I've met the King, there's nothing like His love for me; now I'm part of the family,
Since someone came and knocked upon my door, with this message from the King!

CHORUS
Mephibosheth, forever put your fears to rest; come and be my table guest.
To you I'll be a father, and my son you'll always be.
Mephibosheth, please accept the invitation; I've made all the preparations.
Mephibosheth cried "Oh how can this be, that a King would ever love someone like me"

I rejoice when I recall the day I watched those bridges burn,
When I said goodbye to Lodebar, never to return!



2 Samuel 9
1 And David said, Is there yet any that is left of the house of Saul, that I may show him kindness for Jonathan's sake?
2 And there was of the house of Saul a servant whose name was Ziba. And when they had called him unto David, the king said unto him, Art thou Ziba? And he said, Thy servant is he.
3 And the king said, Is there not yet any of the house of Saul, that I may show the kindness of God unto him? And Ziba said unto the king, Jonathan hath yet a son, which is lame on his feet.
4 And the king said unto him, Where is he? And Ziba said unto the king, Behold, he is in the house of Machir, the son of Ammiel, in Lodebar.
5 Then king David sent, and fetched him out of the house of Machir, the son of Ammiel, from Lodebar.
6 Now when Mephibosheth, the son of Jonathan, the son of Saul, was come unto David, he fell on his face, and did reverence. And David said, Mephibosheth. And he answered, Behold thy servant!
7 And David said unto him, Fear not: for I will surely show thee kindness for Jonathan thy father's sake, and will restore thee all the land of Saul thy father; and thou shalt eat bread at my table continually.
8 And he bowed himself, and said, What is thy servant, that thou shouldest look upon such a dead dog as I am?
9 Then the king called to Ziba, Saul's servant, and said unto him, I have given unto thy master's son all that pertained to Saul and to all his house.
10 Thou therefore, and thy sons, and thy servants, shall till the land for him, and thou shalt bring in the fruits, that thy master's son may have food to eat: but Mephibosheth thy master's son shall eat bread alway at my table. Now Ziba had fifteen sons and twenty servants.
11 Then said Ziba unto the king, According to all that my lord the king hath commanded his servant, so shall thy servant do. As for Mephibosheth, said the king, he shall eat at my table, as one of the king's sons.
12 And Mephibosheth had a young son, whose name was Micha. And all that dwelt in the house of Ziba were servants unto Mephibosheth.
13 So Mephibosheth dwelt in Jerusalem: for he did eat continually at the king's table; and was lame on both his feet.

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Saturday, July 27, 2013

BIG AL'S JOVIAL JUKEBOX #14: JOHN FOGERTY, "Hot Rod Heart" 1997

 
 
I wonder what ol' John meant by "big ol' gator puttin' on the zoom!" 
Great cruising song from the classic BLUE MOON SWAMP album. Enjoy!
 
 

Ooh, let's go ridin'
Cruisin' down the open road
We can put the top down
Listen to the radio
Big ol' Buick
And a big ol' sky
Wheels on fire
And I'll tell you why
I got a hot rod heart

Ooh, let's go prowlin'
Sneakin' like we used to do
Way back in the country
Cut across the cornfields too
Big ol' Harley
And a big ol' moon
Big ol' 'gator
Puttin' on the zoom
I got a hot rod heart

[Chorus:]

Got a one-way ticket to the open road
Come on
Got a red line engine
And I'm rarin' to go
Put the pedal to the metal
If you want to ride
If you want to ride
Let's go

Ooh, let's go ridin'
Rollin' down the open road
We can put the top down
Listen to the radio
Big ol' Buick
And a big ol' sky
Wheels on fire
And I'll tell you why
I got a hot rod heart
 
 
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COOL STUFF FROM LIBRARY BOOKS #28: "Who Cares For Your Soul?" by DeWitt Talmage

Albie's Note: Although few have heard of him today, T. DeWitt Talmage [1832-1902] was one of the most famous American preachers of the 19th century.  Pastor of the huge Brooklyn Tabernacle [Presbyterian], he was in many ways the "American Spurgeon," and his written sermons are at times a marvelous mixture of eloquence and plain spoken emotion.  here, in an excerpt from the 1883 sermon collection "The Masque Torn Off," Talmage gives a remarkably plaintive answer to the anguished cry of Psalm 142:4--
"I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul."
Good readin' ahead:

  
No one cares for your soul? Have you heard how Christ feels about it?
I know it was only five or six miles from Bethlehem to Calvary—the birth-place and the death-place of Christ——but who can tell how many miles it was from the throne to the manger? How many miles down, how many miles back again?
The place of his departure was the focus of all splendor and pomp. All the thrones facing His throne. His name the chorus in every song, and the inscription on every banner.
His landing-place a cattle-pen, malodorous with unwashed brutes, and dogs growling in and out of the stable.
Born of a weary mother who had journeyed eighty miles in severe unhealth that she might find the right place for the Lord’s nativity——born, not as other princes, under the flash of a chandelier, but under a lantern swung by a rope to the roof of the barn. In that place Christ started to save you. Your name, your face, your time, your eternity, in Christ’s mind!
Sometimes traveling on mule’s back to escape old Herod’s massacre, sometimes attempting nervous sleep on the chilly hillside, sometimes earning his breakfast by the carpentry of a plough.
In Quarantania, the stones of the field, by their shape and color, looking like the loaves of bread, tantalizing his hunger.
Yet all the time keeping on after you!
With drenched coat treading the surf of Genessaret. Howled after by a blood-thirsty mob. Denounced as a drunkard. Mourning over a doomed city, while others shouted at the site of the shimmering towers.
All the time coming on and coming on to save you!
Indicted as being a traitor against government, perjured witnesses swearing their souls away to ensure his butchery. Flogged, spit on, slapped in the face, and then hoisted on rough lumber, in the sight of earth, and heaven, and hell, to purchase your eternal emancipation. From the first infant step to the last step of manhood on the sharp spike of Calvary, a journey... for you!
Oh, how he cared for your soul! By dolorous arithmetic add up the stable, the wintry tempest, the midnight dampness, the abstinence of forty days from food, the brutal Sanhedrin, the heights of Golgotha, across which all the hatreds of earth, and all the furies of hell, charged with their bayonets, and then dare to say again that no one cares for your soul!

From THE MASQUE TORN OFF by T. DeWitt Talmage, Fairbanks, Palmer and Co.; 1883
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Tuesday, July 16, 2013

UNUSUAL WESTERNS DEPT.: "The Beginning Of The End" from Charlton Comics, 1955


Albie's Note:  NEVER AGAIN was a title from Charlton Comics that saw only 2 issues back in 1955.  Oddly, there were only a #1 and a #8 issue with the run having different titles for the issue numbers in-between.

Even more oddly, NEVER AGAIN-- from Charton, the company one comic historian has called "the junk dealer of the comics world" [kind of an unfair assessment to begin with if you ask me]--  was a very intelligent, almost philosophical, war comic that pre-saged in tone the ponderous, conflict-weary "Make War No More" comics of the '60s and '70s by at least a decade or so.

In this story from issue #1, our narrator-- "The Unknown Soldier" himself--takes us through the true story of the final stand of Chief Joseph [1840-1904] and the Nez Perce tribe as they were pursued by vastly larger U.S. Federal Forces back in 1877. I could find no info as to who wrote and drew this tale, but it is a remarkably truthful recounting of a sad incident in our nation's history.

Please note that "Nez Perce" is correctly pronounced "Nay Per-SAY"-- it is French for "peiced nose"-- even though you almost never hear it rendered that way.

[Many thanks for images and issue info are due to Professor Fester at the wonderful CHARLTON COMICS READING BLOG. ]











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Sunday, June 30, 2013

COOL STUFF FROM LIBRARY BOOKS #27: Ed Gorman on GABBY HAYES, "The Olivier Of Sidekicks!"


Albie's note: While going through the large print westerns at my local Public Library I came across a great essay called "ON ROY ROGERS" written by mystery and western novelist Ed Gorman.  The whole essay is a hoot, but I especially loved these words that follow-- surely the greatest tribute that will ever be written for the "King of Sidekicks" George "Gabby" Hayes  (May 7, 1885 – February 9, 1969)  Just that astounding phrase "Olivier of Sidekicks" alone had me literally laughing out loud!

So now... Enjoy the whole passage:


Then there was Gabby.

Even when I was five and six and seven I knew instinctively that Gabby Hayes was the Olivier of sidekicks and that all the Fuzzy St. Johns and Pat Buttrams were only clumsy imitators. The reason for Gabby's superiority was simple.  He didn't do comedy.  He did Mark Twain-- the ultimate misanthrope.  Gabby had two modes-- pissing and moaning.  Sometimes he pissed and moaned in the same sentence! Usually that involved "females" and what a shoddy imitation of real human beings they were...
Roy and Dale and Gabby are good enough for any universe I ever inhabit.


From The Best Western Stories Of Ed Gorman, Thorndyke, Maine, G. K. Hall and Co. 1995



Gabby and wife, early 1950s

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