If This Were All

by Edgar A Guest

If this were all of life we’ll know,
if this brief space of breath
were all there is to human toil,
if death were really death,
and never should the soul arise
a finer world to see
how foolish would our struggles seem.
How grim the earth would be!

If living were the whole of life,
to end in seventy years,
how pitiful its joys would seem.
How idle all its tears!
There’d be no faith to keep us true,
no hope to keep us strong,
and only fools would cherish dreams —
no smile would last for long.

How purposeless the strife would be
if there were nothing more,
if there were not a plan to serve,
an end to struggle for!
No reason for a mortal’s birth
except to have him die —
how silly all the goals would seem
for which men bravely try.

There must be something after death;
behind the toil of man
there must exist a God divine
Who’s working out a plan.
And this brief journey that we know
as life — must really be
the gateway to a finer world
that someday we shall see.

From his book, Collected Verse of Edgar A Guest
© 1934 by The Reilly & Lee Company

Word Press daily prompt: Abstract





Psalm 90 via Isaac Watts


O God our help in ages past, our hope for years to come,
our shelter from the stormy blast and our eternal home;

Under the shadow of thy throne still may we dwell secure;
sufficient is thine arm alone and our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood or earth received her frame,
from everlasting Thou art God, to endless years the same.

A thousand ages in thy sight are like an evening gone,
swift as the watch that ends the night before the rising sun.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away;
they fly forgotten, as a dream dies at the opening day.

O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come;
be Thou our guard while life shall last and our eternal home.

Isaac Watts

I woke up early this morning and this song came to mind. I really felt I should post it. Hope it encourages someone today.

God Rest Ye Merry, Gentle People

Here’s wishing each one of you a happy Christmas season, good times with family, and above all, peace in your hearts.

“Once in royal David’s city
stood a lowly cattle shed
where a mother laid her baby
in a manger for his bed.
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.”

Cecil F Alexander

Never in history has one birth, or one Person,
so inspired the world of art and music ever after.



rigid as
a wax taper,
is touched one day
by Spirit-guided spark
that transforms its being,
melts arrogant independence
at the foot of old rugged cross.

Pliable now, its life a quiet flow
downward—and ever outward.
Replica of its God-given flame,
the candle uncovers opportunity
to bless by service, to illuminate
the straight and narrow pathway
for others who grope or stumble.

Each day its thanksgiving radiates
in soft pools of light; its little flame,
ever sustained by Spirit’s oil, banishes
evil darkness, unfolds divine revelations
for eyes that long to see.

Daily Post prompt word: transformation

Answers to Prayer

Sunday Morning Musings

Apparently someone once asked George Mueller if he spent a lot of time in prayer, to which he replied that he prayed for hours every day.

“I endeavour to live in the spirit of prayer,” he added. “I pray as I walk, when I lie down, and when I rise. And the answers are always coming. Tens of thousands of times have my prayers been answered. The great fault of the children of God is that they don’t continue in prayer… They do not persevere.”

When we consider that George Mueller successfully pastored a church of 1,200 members, housed, fed clothed, taught and evangelized 2,050 orphans annually, supported 187 missionaries, organized a society that distributed vast quantities of Bibles and tracts, and went on lecture tours in his old age, one can believe that he received all those answers to prayer!

Apparently he never accepted a salary, nor mentioned financial needs to others but depended on God to supply their needs. And he never went into debt.

Oh, me of little faith!

When I read this account of George Mueller, I found his life of prayer an inspiration and a reproof. God does answer prayers. It’s not all about maintaining a loud enough, persistent enough wail that God will finally give in and give me what I want, as I see some children do. It’s about having the confidence to ask and the faith to leave the need in His hands. “Not my will, but Thine, O God.”

Of Masks and Mutations

I wrote this in response to today’s WordPress prompt: Masks. Then, since the article naturally divides into two part, I’ve posted them separately for easier reading and commenting.

PART B:  A Simple-Brained Creature Examines Evolution

As I said in Part A, it was thinking about the fantastic variations in the warbler world that lead me into all these musings about genetics, DNA, and evolution.

According to the theory of evolution, as we were taught it in school, the earth was sterile. The basic elements were present, but totally dead. Then one day a cell floating in the ocean came alive.

I can hardly comprehend that a tiny pebble, a drop of water, or any other basic element of earth, would suddenly come alive. And then, not just live but have the capability to reproduce? Did that first cell divide — or did it mate? Mind-boggling. Human cells divide all the time, according to the direction of the DNA. Any living cell —even a one-celled life form — must have DNA.

So where did the DNA come from on this sterile planet?

And then, could this new one-celled being contain in its DNA enough variation to produce a man, a dinosaur, a kangaroo, a mouse, a bird, a butterfly, a reptile, a tree, a flower, a watermelon? According to evolutionists, all these and more eventually evolved from that one cell. I turn this thought over in my mind and come up with another question:

If the DNA to produce such variety were present in this initial one-celled creature, why did it take millions of years (according to the theory) to show up? These days if you have in one couple the DNA for red-hair and black hair, you’ll see this variation in the offspring — and definitely in the grandchildren, where other DNA is mixed in to produce an amazing display.

However, if the DNA to produce all that variation didn’t exist in that first living cell, from where did it come? It must have been added to the mix as time went on — but how? Can DNA that wasn’t initially present in a cell — like the DNA for scales or feathers or fur — somehow come into it? More mind boggling.

Some talk about genetic mutations and we see this happening today. We see mutations such as produce dwarfs, albinos, people with a sixth toe, etc. A child may have a harelip just like great-great-grandpa, but we never see a baby born with a beak, red eyes, a mask, a forked tongue, or talons. The DNA just isn’t there to produce this kind of variation.

According to most religions there is a Creator — God if you will — who designed all the creatures of the earth and gave each the particular genetics of their species, with potential for some variation, as well as the ability to reproduce after their kind. And we see that He gave each species a DNA capable of some variation. And He gave them life.

Now this is easy for me to grasp. Nothing mind-boggling here — if we can accept that God always was, even before the earth was.

It seems like the whole theory of evolution is a mask for “We won’t believe in God.”

(Some folks claim the evolutionary theory’s originator, Charles Darwin, is said to have disclaimed it before he died. However, I don’t have actual proof of this. He classified himself as an agnostic.)