Grace at Night

One week ago our family went through a harrowing, life-changing experience. This is how my husband described last Tuesday evening in a prayer update:

Last night at about 9:45 pm at our house, Caleb announced to Amy and I as we worked on a paint job in the children’s room that three men had just entered our back door. When I got to the door, I saw two guns brandished among the three criminals. Though we offered all our money and goods to them they beat me and hit Amy twice.

We are praising the Lord that after about 15 minutes wherein they tore the house apart, we were able to chase them away. They took some material possessions, but our lives and honor were spared because of the good hand of our God who placed a wall between our lives and their weapons.

Tomorrow, we are taking a leave for our family. Please pray that we would be comforted the way the apostle Paul was comforted when he was in pain (2 Cor. 1:5). We also need wisdom as we consider how best to honor God in light of our family (1 Tim. 5:8) and the gospel (2 Tim. 2:10).

Trusting God,

Seth and Amy

Seth dislikes sensationalism, so he didn’t include some details in that prayer update. Since then, we have received a flood of support–prayers and well-wishes–from friends and family. We’ve also gotten more questions, which I will try to answer about some of the details that rattled us that night. Seth and I made a list of ten factors that can make an incident traumatic. Eight of the ten happened to us:

1. In your home
2. In the presence of children
3. Prolonged
4. Death and rape threats
5. Guns
6. Theft
7. Beating
8. Shots fired
9. Rape
10. Murder

You may remember the other break-ins that have occurred here this year by our teenage neighbor. Because of those, we had burglar bars installed on all of our windows, alarms on our doors, and we locked everything, including our gate, nightly. This one night as usual, we had locked and alarmed everything. But we were painting the kids’ room, so we had moved the kids across the house to sleep in the school room for the night. Seth unlocked the side door and turned off the alarm an hour before the incident just to clean paintbrushes at the outside tap. We planned to lock up again when we were done (we were almost done when the thieves came!)

Armed robbery has never happened in our village. It happens lots in the cities, but we always told people that the village was safer. We thought it was. Everyone knows everyone, and break-ins usually occur when the owners aren’t home. We were completely unprepared for this. Our neighbors are completely shocked and horrified. That’s one reason this was so terrifying, is that we totally did not expect it.

Another reason we were so scared is that the kids were separated from us. When Caleb told us that men were in the house, they were in the room right next to where the kids were sleeping on the floor and would have to come right past the kids to access the rest of the house. I stayed frozen in the kids room with paint all over my gloved hands and listened. I assumed it was our teen neighbor again, with some friends. Seth ran yelling, “Get out! Get out!” I’ll never forget when his tone completely changed. He shouted, “Whoaaaa! I’ll give you anything you want, anything!” He begged on his knees. Then I knew they must be armed.

I heard repeated shouts for money and U.S. dollars, with death threats. The men ran past to our room where we kept some cash, and Seth yelled for me to get down. I hit the floor, hiding behind some furniture. Footsteps came in the room, but left, not seeing me. Then I heard them beating Seth with a hard object (a rifle) as he was getting the money for them. Seth tends to faint under extreme emotional, physical stress, and I began praying fervently that he wouldn’t pass out. God kept him conscious.

I would have remained hidden if it hadn’t been that our children were in danger. I heard the men pass out of the bedroom into the study where Seth was offering a laptop and our phones. He told Caleb and Carson to sit on the couch, so I knew my oldest (7) and youngest (2) were out in the middle of the fray. At the same time, one of the men began demanding, “Where’s the mother?” I came out, and the man with the rifle asked me where money was. I said I didn’t know, that my husband had it, and he punched me in the stomach with the rifle. I hit the floor again and covered my head. Seth ran over to protect me.

Then the scariest moment of all happened: the man with the handgun held the gun at Caleb’s head and said, “I shoot this boy.” My heart stopped. Seth pleaded, and Caleb (and Carson) screamed. The men didn’t like the noise, so they left the boys alone. Seth distracted them by offering more stuff. For a moment I was left unguarded. I motioned to the boys to come to me and instructed them to hide under their bed. They obeyed immediately.

The next second, Callie came to the school room door crying. God helped me to get her safely hidden away as well. Now I was only missing one child. I ran to get Colin. I thought about leaving him sleeping, but was afraid he might get hurt later and wanted all my children together, covered. The rifle-holder followed me jabbing and demanding money, but I begged to move my child. He allowed that. I am so grateful, as the men later left that way fighting and angry, and I’m afraid what they might have done in their spite as they passed that way, had Colin still been in bed.

When in the past I have heard of being “held up at gunpoint,” I always imagined a more passive thing, where one guy holds the gun on you, while the other searches the house and takes things. This was way more physical and prolonged than that. I thought they would never leave, and I was despairing of our lives. They were unhappy with how little money they were getting, and also asked where our safe was. (They probably thought we had guns as well.) They never left us, and beat us throughout. My back still shows two round wounds from the sawed-off rifle end, and my stomach has a large bruise from the rifle handle. Seth is bruised too many places to name.

They tore our house apart, taking money, laptop, phones, our pellet gun, keys to our house and car, and even Caleb’s savings for Christmas presents. However in general, they were lazy thieves. They wanted to beat and intimidate us into doing all of the searching for them. They missed our iPad, a Kindle, didn’t take our desktop, our bank cards, or our passports which had been sitting right on the desk, as Seth has to renew our visas this month! They dumped out my purse, but didn’t open my coin purse with money and bank cards. I didn’t think to offer it.

They cursed us the entire time in four languages. When nothing more was forthcoming, they repeatedly threatened to rape me. I was praying constantly. Then everything happened at once. One man came at me to drag me away, and my shirt ripped in the struggle. Seth began fighting him, took the rifle from him, pointed it at his head, and pulled the trigger. There were no bullets!

Seth shouted that they were fakes and fought harder, which encouraged my fighting; for at the same time, another man came for me, and I began fighting. Up till that time, we had been passive and humble. I think now that that was a big factor in keeping us alive. I made no conscious decision. God brought to my mind to use the office chair I was hiding beside, so I picked it up and helped to ram the men out of the study.

The leader with the handgun then shot. We all froze. He said, “I shoot.” I thought it was real, but Seth still believed it was a cap gun. I had had time to grab a plank from our desk that held our keyboard. I walloped one man on the head with it. Then Seth fought them out of the house. Even then, the gunman returned chasing Seth through the house. Chairs were overturned, and a door slammed right off its hinges to the floor. For some reason he did not shoot again, but left. Seth locked the door behind them; the keys were still in the keyhole on the inside from earlier in the night. Then we managed to call for help using Skype on our desktop.

I’m sorry if I have desensitized people with violent descriptions. My simple goal is to explain why this was such a horrific event, and why it is life-changing. The gunman shot not four feet away from Seth. He threatened to kill my child. They beat me and threatened worse. And the main reason they did it is because we are the sole white people in huge cluster of black villages. We are a prime target, with our “U.S. dollars.” We need time to think about how God would have us to protect our family now and what our future ministry should be.

We thank God with all of our hearts that He sent them away in the end with no great harm to us. He spared our lives. Since then God’s people have been so comforting. Here is my most recent Facebook update:

We praise the Lord for the kindness poured out towards us by our Christian friends. We can’t thank you enough for your prayers. We still cry daily, we are still sleepless and stiff physically, and very uncertain about our future here. Our sending church has offered to bring us home for as long as we need to recuperate physically, emotionally, and spiritually, and to make decisions about our future ministry. We are planning to come to the States next week if we can get the tickets and stay for a number of weeks. When I think of our supporters and friends in the States, those “holding the ropes” for us, my mental image right now is that we are hanging by a thread. And you have remembered us in your prayers unceasingly. I can’t tell you how much we need your prayers right now, and how thankful we are for your care for our family. Thank you so much.

I will write more as I have time to explain our options for the future. For now though, I feel incredibly blessed to have so many people praying for us. Thank you, our friends.

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Saved by the Mud

I mentioned that rainy season was about to begin here, and last Sunday that was proven correct in classic style. It was raining hard for the second day in a row with a chilly wind. Rainy days are always low attendance days at church. Who likes to get out of bed to trudge somewhere through the rain and muddy roads? We always hope that our church members have grown enough in grace that mud and chilly wet will mean nothing in comparison to being with believers and submitting themselves once again to hear the Word, but every rainy Sunday is another test.

This Sunday we had especially hoped for good attendance, as we were hoping to try a new tactic in the war for souls. We have several regular visitors who haven’t committed to following Christ, so we decided to start a 5-week prospective members class in the Sunday School hour just to target these folks and present salvation, baptism, and our church covenant in a clear manner. We had about ten people lined up for the first class, but our spirits were dampened by their apparent drowned attendance.

Really stuck!

Really stuck!

Then the other family (we only have one family besides our own in our church that includes husband, wife, and kids–and a car!) got their truck stuck in the mud on the road to church. It took an hour and a half to extract them. The situation became even stickier, or should I say muddier, when we noticed that they had brought first-time visitors with them on this rare Sunday. They were discouraged to have such a setback on the day their visitors came with them. We were worried to start a new class without all of our beloved prospects attending. And all the men were wet, cold, and muddy when we began the service.

Ita vita African. This truly could be an apt description of normal life in Africa. Some discouraging setbacks just when you were hoping to make a good impression; poor attendance for weeks at a time in the rainy season. But God was working all of those seemingly bad events to ordain a private evangelism meeting between me and one of the children in my Sunday School class.

When Mr. N__ got stuck in the mud and all the men and boys went to help, I (with my kids) was left alone with one sweet neighbor girl who has attended my S.S. class and Seth’s neighborhood Bible club all year. As I fiddled around setting up church stuff, she came to me and asked shyly, “How does a person go to Hell or to God?”

Seth's Bible club: they learn verses and the catechism (yellow book). She's the girl in the blue tank top, back row, third from the left.

Seth’s Bible club: they learn verses and the catechism (yellow book). She’s the girl in the blue tank top, back row, third from the left.

Because of the rain and the car stuck in the mud, I was given an uninterrupted fifteen minutes to show a tweenage girl The Great Exchange from 2 Corinthians 5:21. I love this verse. In English every word but one has one syllable. Yet it encompasses so much with those little words.

For he hath made Him to be sin for us, Who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in Him.

Praise the Lamb slain for sinners! Praise the Creator of the rain and mud who kept distractions away from a child He was busy pulling from the filth of a life lived for sin, at the same time as Seth was pulling a truck out of the mud. She seemed to respond to the Word in faith.

Obviously the mud didn’t save her. But in one sense, it did. God used it as a means to give this shy child one-on-one time with her teacher so that she could ask a very important question! Last Sunday, a child was saved by the blood, by the mud.

Seth and I also were saved by the mud in a sense. We were saved from discouragement and ingratitude over the lack of optimal conditions that day. We were reminded that God doesn’t need dry roads to do His work and that His plans are wiser than ours.

Once I heard a sermon by R.C. Sproul on 2 Samuel 6 when God struck Uzzah dead for touching the Ark of the Covenant so that it wouldn’t fall from the oxcart. I’ve never forgotten how Sproul mentioned that Uzzah’s error was in thinking that his hands were cleaner than the dirt. He thought it would be better for him to touch the ark–he, a sinful creature–than for the ark to fall in the dirt. But the dirt was doing what God made it to do. I thought of that Sunday–the mud was doing what God made it to do. I couldn’t be mad at the mud or at God for letting it rain on Sunday. He had a plan even for the mud; and it did what He made it to do, even being an instrument in God’s plan of redemption for a child.

When Mr. N__ finally arrived at church, embarrassed and a bit careworn, I greeted him happily. “You may think this was a bad day,” I said, “but I am glad you got stuck in the mud!”

My S.S. class quoting Psalm 1 for the church. She's first on the left, back row, of the girls' side.

My S.S. class quoting Psalm 1 for the church. She’s first on the left, back row, of the girls’ side.

Still happy, even after scrubbing our family's muddy clothes!

Still happy, even after scrubbing our family’s muddy clothes!

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Officially Not a Newbie Anymore!

My newest reader. (He can read easy books.)

My newest reader. (He can read easy books.)

Okay, he's just pretending to read. :)

Okay, he’s just pretending to read. :)

I’m so excited to announce the end of our school year! I have officially completed three years of homeschooling my children. And they’re actually reading! :) I figure three years is a respectable amount of time to say you’ve been homeschooling, so I don’t think I’m a newbie anymore. Not that I won’t have questions every year about expectations or hurdles I’m facing, but I’m out of the “I have no idea what I’m doing–will someone please give me a script?” stage.

That also means I’m in the “this can be a drag at times” stage, and I’m ready for a rest. Caleb still needs one more week to finish his math curriculum. (He’s actually ahead, finishing the equivalent of a third grade curriculum; but he’s only two lessons away from the end of the level, so I agreed with him to finish the level for the year.)

Congratulations, kindergartner!

Congratulations, kindergartner!

Colin finished kindergarten, and since we can’t have a cap and gown ceremony, nor even a party with extended family, we settled for a cake and ice cream celebration. We don’t normally splurge on both cake and ice cream at once, so that was special. He surprised me Thursday while I was listening to Caleb recite his memory work: he popped his head in the door and began quoting with surprisingly good expression, a section from Macbeth that Caleb is memorizing. I’d had no idea that he was listening so closely to Caleb!

This week in history we learned how the English trounced the Spanish Armada in 1588; and I’m glad, since otherwise we might be speaking Spanish in America now! Last week, we learned about early exploration in North America by Cabot, Cartier, and Sir Walter Raleigh. We had finished a section of our art book, and not wanting to get into a new section, I combined several subjects into one project–history, art, and nature study. I love multi-tasking in school!

The beginning of his map.

The beginning of his map.

Caleb was a cartographer, as in the days of Raleigh and exploration. He made a map of our yard, including plant life, using symbols organized with a map key. (That’s the nature study part–I told him that at the end of this year I wanted him to draw our whole yard and hopefully know all the names of the plants in our yard. He certainly doesn’t know all of the names, but he knows several.) The art part included getting the parts of the yard, including the house, in correct proportion, and coloring the map as beautifully as possible. The maps in those times were works of art. He spent two weeks on it, and then added a script explaining why this map is special to him (it’s his home) and a family crest symbol on the map.

At the end, almost completed map.

At the end, almost completed map.

When Sir Francis Drake heard that the Spanish Armada was approaching, he was playing a game of lawn bowling with Sir Howard. He told Howard, “Time enough to finish our game and beat the Spaniards too!” So for fun we played a game of lawn bowling today. It’s basically the same as bocce ball, if you’ve ever played that.

Lawn bowling

Lawn bowling

The Middle Ages timeline cards in order

The Middle Ages timeline cards in order

Caleb finished reading a biography called Who Was William Shakespeare? and a funny, informative book called You Wouldn’t Want to Sail in the Spanish Armada! this week. Then today I mixed up all the timeline cards for the Middle Ages from Veritas Press and asked him to put them in the correct order. I wasn’t sure that he could do it and reminded him to sing the accompanying memory song to himself when he got stuck. I couldn’t have done it, but he got them all in the right order! I was encouraged to see that memory work put to song can stick and have practical uses. Then I played a little game with the boys calling out two different events or persons from the Middle Ages and asking which came first? Whoever answered correctly got a piece of candy.

Making an "S" with her body.

Making an “S” with her body.

Our break will be about six weeks long, and I can already tell that my to-do list exceeds my time! Oh, well. I have lots of planning to do for next year, in lots of categories, not just homeschool, though that is a big category. I would like to do some light math or reading review with the kids some days during the break. There are several different house projects I’d like to get done and holiday church events to plan. My teammate is expecting another baby around Christmas as well. We are hoping to get our kids together for an “end of the school year party” sometime next month. Christmas break in the village can be a very loud, interruptive time of the year. So I expect to be quite busy during the break, busy enough to maybe enjoy getting back to a homeschool routine in January!

May you have a happy week counting your blessings from God!

Last sentence of dictation in 2nd grade phonics.

Last sentence of dictation in 2nd grade phonics.

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Dune Fun

The kids loved sliding down sand dunes made from the tide.

The kids loved sliding down sand dunes made from the tide.

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The Grass Is Greener on the Other Side of the Ocean


We all tend to think that everyone else has it easier and better than we have. We’ve noticed this sentiment in some of our church members.

  • One young man says he wants to start a church (a noble idea), but not here in the village. He’s going to plant a church in __ (some village near a city several hours away–that doesn’t speak his mother tongue.) Why not a village closer to home that speaks Tsonga? Because there’s such a need there, or it would just be better in some way.
  • Another young man decides to take a similar job with similar pay (to the current one) in another city. Why not stay close to his family, his village, and his home church? Oh, that job will be better somehow.
  • Another young man says that an internship with a church in the city will better prepare him for rural ministry than the local Bible college started specifically to prepare men for rural ministry. Why? The city has so many more attractions, including preaching in English, etc.
  • Young ladies think that getting a cleaning job in the city would be better than staying home and mothering their children.

DSC_0043The grass is always greener on the other side. Change and newness help to make a different position seem better, and sometimes there is some truth to that. Sometimes the other situation genuinely is better.

I remember going back to America for a quick visit in 2011 during America’s summertime. The grass was so green, the flowers so colorful! I kept exclaiming, “It’s so beautiful! It’s so beautiful!” Africa has a beauty of its own, but it is rugged, wild, and untamed; in the parts filled with bush grass and thorny overgrowth, you really have to search for the beauty.

Searching for a bird's nest

Searching for a bird’s nest

Beauty in thorns

Beauty in thorns

This temptation comes often to missionaries. Perhaps it comes to everyone in the ministry, but I can only speak for the missionary. I got to thinking about this because of a recent Facebook discussion in which a BMW asked whether being a missionary wife was essentially the same thing as being a pastor’s wife (just in a different field–which obviously makes it totally different! But you get the idea of the question.)

Most BMW responders quickly and confidently pointed out the extra difficulties a missionary wife faces in ministry that a pastor’s wife in America wouldn’t. But one BMW noted that ministry was actually easier for her in many respects as a missionary wife than it had been as a pastor’s wife. She mentioned the squabbles, criticisms, and cliques that she experienced in her American ministry; in contrast to the complete acceptance and love she experienced from the nationals in her host country.

In a difficult or disappointing stretch in ministry, which may occur more frequently than the encouraging times, a missionary may hear of friends ministering in America and think about how easy their ministry would be if they were there. If only I were there, my church would be bigger, better, more like Christ! I would be more appreciated, more respected, and the flock would actually follow my (husband’s) advice. We wouldn’t have to deal with all this ___ (immorality, apathy, drunkenness, laziness, etc.)

Missionaries can also fall into the foolish trap of comparing fields. If only we were in Missionary Z’s field, our ministry would be more successful. They have it much easier because of… It is so much harder to serve here due to the burned-over territory from the prosperity gospel, or the idolatry, or the animism, or the atheism, or whatever, than it would be to serve in their country.

But remember that you don’t have the whole picture! Perhaps they also wish to trade places because of their own silent trials.

Yes, some of that thinking may be valid, fair, and true. A few missionaries have shown no qualms in saying they “could never do what you do.” I even included a question on this topic on my get-to-know-ya missionary questionnaire for the BMW blog: what makes your field difficult? (Because we all think that our field is the hardest for some reason, and some of those reasons are legitimate.)

But it’s not good; it’s not lovely; it’s not of good report; it’s not praise.

DSC_0122As Thanksgiving and Christmas approach–holidays when many missionaries, especially newbies, are homesick, this grass-is-greener syndrome may pop up. But let’s just call it what it is. It’s discontent. It’s a failure to praise God “in everything.” It is bitterness against God for putting you in a place so removed from the comforts of home and then apparently not making you successful there. It’s pride, because you compare your successes and failures with another’s and can only be content with your situation if you look the best at the end of the comparison.

The grass may truly be greener on the other side of the ocean. And yet it may not. But that’s not where you are. And you are commanded to think on praiseworthy things and to praise God in everything–where you are.


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Be Prepared! (with Meekness)


Meekness is respectable. Meekness is comfortable. It is profitable. Finally consider what a preparative it is for something further.

Sometimes I have remembered my bad or inadequate reactions to an occurrence with shame, and excused myself with the thought, “If only I had known! I would have been better prepared for how to handle that; I would have planned what to say.” But there is a particular grace, a virtue, that God gifts us that will help us to be prepared for what will come in the future. Here are five ways that meekness prepares us:

  1. It makes us fit for any duty.
  2. It makes us fit for any relation which God in His providence may call us into.
  3. It makes us fit for any condition.
  4. It makes us fit for a day of persecution.
  5. It makes us fit for death and eternity.

Fit for Any Duty

It [meekness] puts the soul in frame and keeps it so for all religious exercises. There was no noise of axes and hammers in the building of the temple: those are most fit for temple service that are most quiet and composed. The work of God is best done when it is done without noise.

I want to sarcastically and loudly “Amen” that last sentence, since I’m writing currently in the peace of a quiet household (my husband having just removed all four hindrances to my peace in writing one hour ago). But mothers will object that if the work of God is best done without noise, then we will never be able to do God’s work well; because our houses are filled with running feet, crying, arguing, jollification, and the gamut of emotions displayed with no attempt at self-control or meekness.

But Matthew Henry is not talking about outward noise so much there, but our inward noise, the noise in our soul that constantly screams at us, covering up any pretense at a state of rest, acceptance, or calm. We already discussed that meekness calms our spirit so that inward peace may not be disturbed by any outward provocation. So when we are practicing a meek and quiet spirit, we will be more ready to do God’s work.

Also remember that meekness prepares us to receive the Word.  And prayer is another duty for which meekness prepares our attitudes. Jesus said in Matthew 5:23-24, “First, go and be reconciled to thy brother, and then come and offer thy gift.” Matthew Henry adds, “And if we do not take this method, though we seek God in a due ordinance, we do not seek him in the due order.”

Meekness helps us to preserve unity with fellow Christians, which makes us more fit for communion with God. Meekness is steady–still, consistent, constant–which makes you more energetic and strong for your other tasks.

Fit for Any Relation

Matthew Henry breaks down relationships into three memorable categories, relating meekness to each: superiors, inferiors, and equals, and he maintains that meekness makes you fit for any of those relationships.

Meekness would greatly help to preserve the wisdom and due authority of superiors, the obedience and due subjection of inferiors, and the love and mutual kindness and serviceableness of equals. A calm and quiet spirit

  • receives the comfort of the relation most thankfully,
  • studies the duty of the relation most carefully,
  • and bears the inconvenience of the relation (for there is no unmixed comfort under the sun) most cheerfully and easily.

I have heard of a married couple, who, though they were both naturally of a hot and hasty temper, yet lived very comfortably in that relation by observing an agreement made between themselves, “Never to be both angry together.” This is an excellent law of meekness which, if faithfully lived up to, would prevent many of those breaches among relations which occasion so much guilt and grief and are seldom healed without a scar. It was part of the good advice given by a pious and ingenious father to his children newly entered into marriage:

Doth one speak fire? t’other with water come;
Is one provoked? be t’other soft or dumb.

And thus one wise, both happy. Two indeed are better than one, and yet it is better to dwell alone in the wilderness than with a contentious and angry relation “who is like a continual dropping in a very rainy day.”

 Fit for Any Condition

Here, Henry reminds of us Paul who said he had learned how to be content in all circumstances and says, “Changes without made none within.” This section reminded me of the instructive section on being meek towards God, in submitting our souls to His providence concerning us, even when they are “grievous and afflictive” or “dark and intricate,” or in other words, hard to understand.

Fit for a Day of Persecution

Scripture warns us that tribulation and persecution will arise because of the Word and that all godly Christians will suffer persecution. Henry contrasts what we can often say with what we should say:

We are accustomed to say, “We will give anything for a quiet life.” I say, anything for a quiet conscience which will be best secured under the shield of a meek and quiet spirit “which doth not render railing for railing” (1 Pet. 3:9), nor aggravate the threatened trouble, or represent it to itself in its most formidable colors…

Here Henry reminds us that the meek and quiet Christian will be more prepared to have the proper emotional response to persecution–joy unspeakable and full of glory. This is in my view a litmus test of the virtue of meekness, and I struggle to comprehend a joyful response (instead of terror) in persecution.

Fit for Death and Eternity

This was an interesting section on how meekness prepares us for a quiet place (the grave, or Heaven).

The meek and quiet soul is at death let into that rest which it has been so much laboring after; and how welcome must that needs be!

“A good man” (says the late excellent Archbishop Tillotson…), “would be loath to be taken out of the world reeking hot from a sharp contention with a perverse adversary; and not a little out of countenance to find himself in this temper translated into the calm and peaceable regions of the blessed, where nothing but perfect charity and good-will reigns for ever.” Heaven, for certain, is a quiet place, and none are fit for it but quiet people.

Not only would we not want to go to Heaven straight from a contention on earth, but Seth has also reminded me during some contentions with fellow Christians in the past that someday we will love and rejoice together with those people in Heaven, and shouldn’t that temper our feelings towards them now during the heated situation?

So meekness prepares us, makes us fit, for whatever duty, relation, or condition, even persecution or death, that we may be called into by God’s providence. Be prepared! Be meek.

This is my attempt to rephrase Matthew Henry’s book The Quest for Meekness and Quietness of Spirit.


Creative K Kids


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Beached Jellyfish

We found a jellyfish washed up on shore! How neat after our science studies this year!!

We found a jellyfish washed up on shore! How neat after our science studies this year!!

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