Where Thieves Break In and Steal

Lessons from a Thief

Lessons from a Thief

Since being robbed three weeks ago, I have been pondering the effects of a break-in on my spiritual and emotional state. Here are some missionary musings of mine:

The Danger of Danger

Besides the obvious physical danger that danger poses, it can also tempt your spirit to worry and fear, and secondly to discouragement, the latter being perhaps more dangerous than the first. After some of the adrenaline from the first rush of fear has subsided, discouragement creeps in to trap you in the Slough of Despond.

Maybe I should mention cynicism here as well, because when a missionary is discouraged, it is easy to be cynical about the people–all the people–around him. Whatever growth may exist in the handful of believers is easy to overlook, and the culture’s faults all magnified. David said in his haste, “All men are liars.” And a missionary in his discouragement may make similar negative universal statements.

These people always… never…
“This is impossible. A church will never happen here.”
No one is trustworthy.”

Of course we know these statements aren’t completely true or fair; and in our meeker moments we remember to close our mouths when angry, because a man who can control his spirit is better than he who conquers cities.

So that’s the lesson I learned from danger–that we must remember to submit to God who allowed it, and not to “charge God foolishly.” That we must not forget all of the blessings of growth and the work God is doing in some people’s hearts, just because of personal attacks.

Evangelizing Thieves

Which brings me to my next point. Some have mentioned that maybe God will use this to bring the thief (our neighbor) to the Lord. That sounds great, doesn’t it? I also long to see miraculous conversions–a well-known drunk turning sober, and the like. I know God can do that!

Unfortunately in this specific case, the above encouragement on seeing this boy enter the Kingdom was our consolation several years ago when he stole from us. We did attempt to evangelize him, and he came to church for a while, and we even baptized him! (Which if you know Seth, is saying something.)

He eventually quit church, however, and is no longer a church member. So while trying not to be complete wet blankets and unbelieving in God’s ability to save, we’re not getting our hopes up too high, lest we battle even more discouragement over this boy.

So the lesson learned here–well, one lesson that we’ve learned is to be even slower to baptize children and teens until we are sure that they have committed to following Christ.

Why Africa Is Poor

I have so much to say on this subject that I will try to do the opposite and keep it short. We lost money in the valuables the thief took and to install “burglar bars” afterwards. We lost a lot of time as well.

But we are not the only ones being robbed. Several church members and neighbors have been robbed, not once, but a number of times in their lifetimes. While it may not touch us as seriously because of our savings account, think what it means to a poor person who saved for a long time to buy a personal computer and cannot replace it easily.

One reason Africa is poor is high crime rates. Obviously there is so much more interconnected than that point alone, and certainly more reasons why there is poverty, but it is devastating to people already struggling with finances to have someone take the little they have–and then not have the money to either replace it or to buy the security to prevent the next occurrence.

Treasure on Earth

We love things too much. I was reminded of that when I read The Sermon on the Mount shortly after the break-in.

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

Missionaries may sometimes excuse their materialism by remembering what they left behind, and thinking that it’s okay to hold tight to the things they brought over with them–their consolation. But it’s not. Our heart cannot be in things! Does the extent of our frustration when we have to go without a luxury or convenience communicate how much we treasured that thing?

It’s almost as if I can hear Jesus saying, “Don’t you get it? Those things are temporary. It’s obvious that that’s why you shouldn’t love them! They can be stolen. They can get old and break. They will pass, so why would you set your heart on them?”

We are pilgrims looking for a city. Let’s travel light and not burden ourselves, or rather, our hearts, with extra lovely treasures. Tools? Those are nice. But each in its place…with its correct priority.

In heaven, our treasures will never fade or be stolen. That is a beautiful thought to someone who’s been robbed. That means that those treasures must be leagues better than the treasures here below! My “wanter” must be broken, for me to value things so highly here below that are useless toys from the Dollar Tree in comparison to the treasures that can be stored up in heaven.

The Generosity of God’s People

What makes me want to fall on my knees in humility and gratitude, though, is when American Christians sympathize and give to replace our things. This has been done already. Did we love our things too much? If so, no word of judgment from them.

In the middle of our discouragement over the depravity of some people, Christians reminded us of God’s grace and gave us just a glimpse again of the love and beauty that will one day be constantly present in God’s eternal Kingdom. Thank you. It eliminates much fear and discouragement to know that we have friends like you.

Gratitude

Having gone through these different stages of learning from our robbery, there are so many things to be thankful for.

Our children were safe.
We were safe.
They did not take more.
We have the money to secure our house better.
We were born as Americans.

What we love most cannot be touched, and what we love next most wasn’t touched.

But best of all…well, I’ll simply quote Matthew Henry after he was robbed:

“Let me be thankful first, because I was never robbed before; second, because, although they took my purse, they did not take my life; third, because, although they took my all, it was not much; and fourth, because it was I who was robbed, not I who robbed.”

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Moth-Mixing with the Maori

IMG_1769After taking last week off of homeschooling, we picked right back up with our studies on Monday. We started late a few days since I was handling everything myself for a few days. Seth left for Zimbabwe Monday morning and was planned to return Wednesday by dinnertime. He and our teammate preached for a pastor’s conference. He returned early Wednesday morning however, after he and our teammate decided to drive through the night to get home.

Because of our “thief in the night” just a few weeks ago, I was jumpy at night without our patriarch home. I pulled some late-nighters and slept with doors barricaded and lights on, so I was relieved when Seth came home early. I was also reminded to be thankful for my husband’s helpfulness after just a few days of handling all of the housework, homeschooling, raising of children, and visitors to our home (ministry) without him! I wonder how military wives do it!

Colin found a bunch of grasshoppers in the field, and Caleb began keeping a few (outside!) for “pets.” “See?” I said. “You don’t need a dog for a pet!” (They’ve been wanting a dog, and we’re almost thinking about it after the break-in.)

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“Yeah,” he responded, “If T– comes, we can just have the grasshoppers jump on him!” haha!

We got through…well, here’s what we got through: Colin finished being introduced to all of his letters in phonics and was introduced to the “30″ and “40″ families, telling time (on the hour), and the nickel in math.

In math, Caleb studied telling time (minutes), and subtraction with regrouping. In language arts, he studied contractions, different spellings for the long “a” sound and functions of the silent “e,” copywork focusing on commas used in a series, and he read A Grain of Rice and The Pumpkin Runner. Both books had some vocabulary that was too difficult for a second grader, but the stories were excellent. I highly recommend The Pumpkin Runner. A Grain of Rice is a Chinese version of the mathematical folktale I mentioned from India that we read a few weeks ago, One Grain of Rice. Caleb enjoyed the latter book’s pictures more (and the vocabulary wasn’t as difficult); but I enjoyed the Chinese story more (it was more romantic). :)

I didn't have a picture to go off of, so just used my imagination. I make no claim to authenticity here!

I didn’t have a picture to go off of, so just used my imagination. I make no claim to authenticity here!

These books accompanied our history as we finished our studies of the Far East in China, Korea and Japan, and moved Down Under to Australia and New Zealand. We read of the Aborigines and the Maori and their cultures. I made “moth mix” (from Australia–basically just popcorn, peanuts, and honey) and painted the kids’ faces like the Maori (New Zealand) for lunch one day. Later they enjoyed watching the Disnesy movie Down Under.

The little stinker washed off some of his goatee before the picture.

The little stinker washed off some of his goatee before the picture.

Moth mix and open mouth. :)

Moth mix and open mouth. :)

IMG_1760We finished reading aloud a Newbery winner The Tale of Despereaux as a family, and it truly was a winner in our family! It was such a wonderful story. Humor in all the right places, adventure, an unlikely hero, determination, love, regret, forgiveness, compassion, and some almost-Christian themes, like light vs. darkness, a love for beauty and music, and the themes I already mentioned. There is a very sad section in there on the girl Miggery Sow. I noticed that the author Kate DiCamillo recently won yet another Newbery Medal in 2014 for her newest book Flora & Ulysses. Wish I had a library to go check it out to see if it’s as good!

In science we were wading in the shallow waters with pinnipeds–seals and sea lions this week. I believe I might even know the difference between them now if you asked me.

We drew for art, met our last picture in Come Look with Me (and I’m definitely going to try something different for art appreciation now–I think SCM here), listened to a Spanish dance in music (while painting our faces like New Zealand warriors…), and I read Romeo and Juliet after our poetry tea on Wednesday. Caleb drew a frangipani tree for his nature study. Our frangipani is not very big, but the big ones are beautiful!

Callie with our frangipani, when both were babies.

Callie with our frangipani, when both were babies.

Callie said a funny earlier this week. For Colin’s birthday, he got a storybook on the apostle Paul. We read it three nights in a row for family devotions, and one night I was thinking to myself, “Hmm, I bet this is a a bit difficult to decipher for little kids; there are so many places he travels and people he evangelizes.” Right when I thought that, I paused to turn the page, and Callie piped up, “He go to ‘nuther town?” :)

I made her a cat, instead of a Maori warrior.

I made her a cat, instead of a Maori warrior.

I have not read very much this week, unfortunately, and I’m getting behind on my 2014 reading goals. Seth came home with a new-to-me dryer, so I’m excited about the ability to take care of laundry at any time of day! Seth’s birthday is coming up, and we’re not having cake! :)

Enjoying a present he shared with Colin. These were recommended by My Father's World.

Enjoying a present he shared with Colin. These were recommended by My Father’s World.

Seth with one of LBI's former graduates whom he visited in Zim this week.

Seth with one of LBI’s former graduates whom he visited in Zim this week.

 

Seth came back with lots of stories I want to get around to telling someday about Zimbabwe and our friends ministering there. For just a small snapshot, they came home early because of difficulties with crossing the border, corrupt policemen, and obtaining petrol. And both of the national pastors there who graduated from our Bible institute are ministering under the most difficult conditions. They need your prayers. As do we!

 

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Birthday Boys!

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Excited about dinner--mac & cheese, fish, and pineapple pop.

Excited about dinner–mac & cheese, fish, and pineapple pop.

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Aunt Rhonda, he is so happy to have a tie!

Aunt Rhonda, he is so happy to have a tie and blue shirt “like Daddy”!

from Aunt Tammy

from Aunt Tammy

from Aunt Nette

from Aunt Nette

They loved this present from Grandma.

They loved this present from Grandma.

Caleb saved up his money to buy this present for Colin and Carson. :)

Caleb saved up his money to buy this present for Colin and Carson. :)

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How to Make a Boat Cake

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Bake a cake in two round 9-inch tins. Cool for 10 minutes, remove from tins, and allow to cool completely.

Make a buttercream icing, colored 3/4 one color, and 1/4 another. I’ll explain my odd coloring choices later… The pictures I was going off of had a red cake with blue and white trimmings, and that was beautiful.

IMG_1597 Cut both cakes in half. Then cut slightly the round edges off of two of those cut cake halves to make it like a curved V.

Actually, I think instead of cutting off the sides, it should come off the top more.

Actually, I think instead of cutting off the sides, it should come off the top more.

IMG_1600Spread the surface of the two uncurved halves with icing to stick the pieces together. Then stick all four pieces together by standing them on their round side. Keep the pieces that you curved on the ends. It should look like a boat; the flat (cut) sides are facing upwards as your “deck.”

Push two wooden kebab sticks through all four pieces to hold them together.

IMG_1603Cover the entire structure of the boat with your predominant color of icing (the 3/4 mixture, say, blue).

Cover the top of the cake with wafer biscuits for your deck. Decorate the boat by piping icing around the edges (the 1/4 mixture, say, red). A star tip is nice. Use candy to make patterns on the hull of the boat.

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Stick toothpicks into gummy people and stick them into the top of the cake to look like sailors. We have “jelly babies” here that I used. Make masts for the ship using wooden kebab sticks and use cardstock to make the sails. Stick this into the middle of the boat’s deck.

My birthday boys: there are 5 candles for Colin and 2 for Carson.

My birthday boys: there are 5 candles for Colin and 2 for Carson.

Stick candles into wafer cigar cookies. (I just put them right into the cake.) Use the number of the child’s birthday age. Stick the candles into the sides of the cake to look like canons. Sprinkle blue-colored coconut around the boat so it looks like it’s sailing in the ocean.

Comments or Modifications:

As I said, the pictures I was going off of had a red cake with blue and white trimmings, and that was beautiful. I didn’t have gel coloring, so I didn’t want to use normal red food coloring and have a bright pink cake for my boys’ cake. So I used an “electric” orange gel I had. I still wanted to do the piping in blue. But I forgot to save part of the uncolored icing for the piping decor. So I added blue food coloring to orange, and…it made green. So there you go! I thought it turned out kinda nasty-lookin’, but Colin said, “Mom, you’re the best cake maker!”

I also got impatient and didn’t wait for the cakes to fully cool. That wasn’t a good idea! The back of my cake kept wanting to slide off, so it kind of looked like the back end of the boat was sinking. It is also difficult to frost nicely edges that have been cut, especially if the cake is still warm. The cake pulls off and leaves bits all through your frosting.

One tip for these buttercream-icing-cut-and-rearrange-cakes: once you have arranged the shape of your cake, freeze it for an hour or two. Then make your buttercream icing and warm it up just a bit in the microwave. (Not too much, or it will melt!) It will frost very easily on those cut edges.

Finally, I wouldn’t worry too much about reshaping the edges, or at least not even as much as I cut off. Actually I think I should have perhaps cut more through the base of the cake so that the front edge rounds more, not so much the direct sides, if that makes sense. So I’m not sure I understood that part correctly. If you don’t want to mess with shaping it, just stand the four halves up; it’ll look fine. I didn’t feel that my cutting looked that great, and it messed with the balance of the cakes. I had to try to balance it better by putting it on a plate with a lip, and putting a knife underneath the saggy side.

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A Thief in the Night

Two weeks ago Sunday evening, exhausted from a busy weekend and a late night, Seth and I dropped into bed and slept heavily until morning. When Seth arose, he noticed the front door ajar, with the key on the outside. We always kept it on the inside and locked the door at night.

Footsteps led straight from the front door to our study. Frightened, Seth followed them and noticed his iPhone missing from the desk, as well as my cheap cell phone. He ran in to ask if I had certain other valuables. I noticed that the laptop was also gone.

We kept finding more clues of what had happened–an open window that hadn’t been opened before; footprints; the outdoor light had been dismantled. How could we have slept through a break-in?

And our next immediate thought–how glad we were that the children did sleep through it!

It's a lot scarier than the cute cartoons show.

It’s a lot scarier than the cute cartoons show.

We tried to think who it could have been. Residents of Joburg or South African cities know how common and frightening the more sophisticated hold-ups there can be, but we have never been burglarized while home here in the village. Every time we’ve been away on furlough, there have been attempted or successful break-ins, as well as on occasion while we were at church, but never while we were in the home.

Our first suspect was our neighbor, the culprit of several past break-ins. He was nine years old his first time to steal from us when we moved to the village in 2006. Now he’s older and bolder, stronger and more sophisticated. He did it this time as well, as we discovered. (I’ll call him T to aid the story.)

Seth went next door, but T was gone. His blind sister allowed Seth to search T’s room. Seth found several other items of ours from past break-ins that we hadn’t missed yet; or if we had, had no concept that it could have been stolen–things like a heart pen and rose-printed valance aren’t usually on a teen boy’s next-time-I-get-a-chance list.

We heard that sometimes stolen items got stashed by T “in the bush.” Seth then searched much of the overgrown areas around our house and found other evidences of past break-ins, but not our special items from this specific break-in.

Then we involved the police. We filled out forms by hand. They said an investigator would arrive to dust for fingerprints. He arrived hours later at dinnertime (right when we were hosting a team dinner). It was a trick to keep our kids away from the middle of our house all day!

By then, Seth had located T (about mid-afternoon) and delivered him to the police himself. “Here’s the suspect,” Seth emphasized. On the way to the station, Seth had tried to talk tough and scare him, but he denied stealing from us.

The police said to the boy, “Why are you stealing from the white man?” He denied it. “Aw, be quiet,” they responded, “we know you did it. It’ll go easier for you if you talk.” They put him in a cell.

Meanwhile we also got quotations for welding “burglar bars” on our windows. We had the back half of the house done several years ago, but the front of our house was usually too high or visible for thieves to break into; so now our entire house is “burglar-proof.” Those were installed Wednesday and Thursday. It seemed that our whole week was taken up with the burglary.

Makes you feel like you're living in a prison.

Makes you feel like you’re living in a prison.

T confessed on Tuesday and named two other helpers for his crime. One, a son of a tribal authority member, stood in court with his parents and was let free with no penalties because of his age.

After prayer group Wednesday night, Seth visited them. The tribal council member was ashamed of his son’s actions. Although not strictly apologetic, he and his son went that night to track down the third boy, the one who had been small enough to get through the window and let T in. #3 supposedly had our things but got away.

“I don’t understand why he does this!” Mr. Tribal Authority mentioned regarding his son. “He has everything he needs!” Seth noticed that the big-screen TV in the living room was chained down to the furniture… “I lost two days of work for this!” While we are glad to see someone who cares about work, Seth wasn’t very sympathetic. “I lost three days of work and R10,000 of valuables because of this,” Seth rejoined. “Oh, yeah,” he mumbled, chagrined, “Eish.”

So anyway, what happened to “T”? He got out after a few days in prison. He is of age now to be “punished,” but after confessing in court and bail being posted (of a minimal amount), he was let free because…aw, he’s a poor person! Poor person! (Say that with a kind of sympathetic, aw-what-a-cute-baby voice.) He can’t pay that amount! Okay, you can go.

So that’s what happened. We didn’t get our stuff back. He didn’t get his back-end stuffed. :)

Seth took some of his clothes and told him if he wants it back, he can work until the amount that he stole is paid back; then he can have his stuff. I’m afraid he’s not used to working… I’m also afraid that will give him another reason to break in.

But anyway to cut out more details, we’ve kind of imposed our own ineffective form of community service on him. He worked patching dirt roads around here one day of his week off of school last week. Well, “one day” is overspeak. Make that three hours. It was a hot day.

Today was the story. Next week are some thoughts that have been marinating about this situation over the last few weeks. Thank you to our friends for prayers and well wishes.

If you’re a missionary, share your break-in stories here! I know we’re not the only ones!

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Americans in Africa: French Toast with Beans ~ Weekly Report

What does your ideal “week off” look like?

A nap almost every afternoon? Reading a book? (or two or three?) Mine, too.

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South Africa’s schools had this week off, so we did the same. We were ready for a break after having finished eight straight weeks of school. (Yay, us!)

I would not say that this has been an “ideal” week off, but I did get a lot done! My main accomplishment was to make homemade lip balm–my newest business venture in order to help build our church structure. I made at least 200 little pots of all-natural, health-for-your-lips goo, and they look beautiful. With my husband’s help, we made some labels as well. Now we just need to figure out a good price and hope they sell well!

Here's Caleb watering a tree at our church stand. You can see our recently built outdoor toilets, complete with pink and blue doors, in the background.

Here’s Caleb watering a tree at our church stand. You can see our recently built outdoor toilets, complete with pink and blue doors, in the background.

We decided to call them “Building Balm.” I thought that was a good play on words–Build your lips, build a church…  I do feel relieved to have gone through the learning curve. I’ve been planning to do this for a year, and now I finally am! It was very easy to do, though a little painstaking during the pouring, cleaning, and labeling processes. I have decided that for now, I will do the cooking and pouring; but I will recruit church members to do the cleaning and labeling.

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On Monday we went to town to shop and have a picnic lunch on a mountain top. We got back late and entertained three unexpected guests. Dinner was hilariously incongruous. Because of our guests, I had no time to make what I’d planned, so I began preparing French toast. That’s when our third guest showed up– “kokwana,” our grandmother here. Her timing is amazing…

Kokwana is unstoppingly kind to us. For all of our misunderstandings, she is special.

Kokwana is unstoppingly kind to us. For all of our misunderstandings, she is special.

We were exhausted and tried to communicate that maybe we could visit with her another time? “Open the gate,” she responded. She was slightly irritated and tried to communicate that maybe we should have been home that day, or at least left the gate open? She sometimes cooks a traditional dish for us (we never know what day or hour); and if we happen to be away, she simply hides the dish in a bush and shows us when we return. But because of our recent burglary, we have begun locking the gate.

She sat down to eat with us with the dish she had brought–boiled beans in a peanut sauce. I told the kids a bit impatiently to say they liked it whether or not they truly did. I do! So I ate, with loud appreciation, three helpings right along with my French toast, and perhaps seeing the humor in our meal helped me through a tiresome moment.

I missed my maid this week as I busily hung up several loads of clothing Tuesday morning. The afternoon somehow disappeared in several little moments of knocks on the door and village visitors. That caused me to translate my children’s lesson for Sunday late; I managed to send it off for Tsonga proofing late Wednesday evening after supper.

Other triumphs this week include switching three children’s wardrobes to the next size and packing away the old clothes and…planning presents! Every child in this house celebrates a birthday in April, so I’m gearing up! Two of mine share a birthday this weekend; you can read my fun birth story here if you like that kind of stuff. This week, I wrapped most of the gifts for the whole month. :)

Birthday boys!

Birthday boys!

The only thing that didn’t get done on my list for this week was blogging. But that’s no blog deal, right? (I know, what a groaner!)

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The Sands of Time Are Sinking ~ Hymn of the Month

Here was our family’s hymn for the month in March. I love the entire poem, so thought to share it with you today. I italicized the ones we sang. My favorite verse is the last italicized one. Often hymnals will only put in 4-6 of the verses, but the whole poem is moving. If you’d like to sing along to the tune, you can go here.

The Sands of Time Are Sinking

The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of Heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for—the fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love!
The streams of earth I’ve tasted more deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

Oh! Well it is forever, Oh! well forevermore,
My nest hung in no forest of all this death doomed shore:
Yea, let the vain world vanish, as from the ship the strand,
While glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

There the Red Rose of Sharon unfolds its heartsome bloom
And fills the air of heaven with ravishing perfume:
Oh! To behold it blossom, while by its fragrance fanned
Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen:
It were a well spent journey, though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army, doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

Oft in yon sea beat prison My Lord and I held tryst,
For Anwoth was not heaven, and preaching was not Christ:
And aye, my murkiest storm cloud was by a rainbow spanned,
Caught from the glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land.

But that He built a Heaven of His surpassing love,
A little new Jerusalem, like to the one above,
“Lord take me over the water” hath been my loud demand,
Take me to my love’s own country, unto Immanuel’s land.

But flowers need nights cool darkness, the moonlight and the dew;
So Christ, from one who loved it, His shining oft withdrew:
And then, for cause of absence my troubled soul I scanned
But glory shadeless shineth in Immanuel’s land.

The little birds of Anwoth, I used to count them blessed,
Now, beside happier altars I go to build my nest:
Over these there broods no silence, no graves around them stand,
For glory, deathless, dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

Fair Anwoth by the Solway, to me thou still art dear,
Even from the verge of heaven, I drop for thee a tear.
Oh! If one soul from Anwoth meet me at God’s right hand,
My heaven will be two heavens, In Immanuel’s land.

I’ve wrestled on towards Heaven, against storm and wind and tide,
Now, like a weary traveler that leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening, while sinks life’s lingering sand,
I hail the glory dawning from Immanuel’s land.

Deep waters crossed life’s pathway, the hedge of thorns was sharp;
Now, these lie all behind me Oh! for a well tuned harp!
Oh! To join hallelujah with yon triumphant band,
Who sing where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove,
And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love;
I’ll bless the hand that guided, I’ll bless the heart that planned
When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

Soon shall the cup of glory wash down earth’s bitterest woes,
Soon shall the desert briar break into Eden’s rose;
The curse shall change to blessing the name on earth that’s banned
Be graven on the white stone in Immanuel’s land.

O I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner into His “house of wine.”
I stand upon His merit—I know no other stand,
Not even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

I shall sleep sound in Jesus, filled with His likeness rise,
To love and to adore Him, to see Him with these eyes:
’Tween me and resurrection but Paradise doth stand;
Then—then for glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land.

The Bride eyes not her garment, but her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory but on my King of grace.
Not at the crown He giveth but on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel’s land.

I have borne scorn and hatred, I have borne wrong and shame,
Earth’s proud ones have reproached me for Christ’s thrice blessed Name:
Where God His seal set fairest they’ve stamped the foulest brand,
But judgment shines like noonday in Immanuel’s land.

They’ve summoned me before them, but there I may not come,
My Lord says “Come up hither,” My Lord says “Welcome home!”
My King, at His white throne, my presence doth command
Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

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