Good Friday

Mark 10:45: For the Son of Man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister and to give His life a ransom for many.

Jesus, my Savior, born to die

hanging in anguish; they knew not why.

Sweet Lamb of Calv’ry; there on the tree

spilt His own life-blood

for you and for me.

Suffering fully for all my sin;

refusing a rescue from Angels of His.

Taking upon the Him the weight of our sin;

shedding His Life-blood the vict’ry to win.

No angel in Heaven, no righteous man

but Jesus, the Sinless, could fulfill God’s Plan.

Praying for sinners like you and like me:

“Father, forgive them” as He hung on he tree.

God in His mercy; Creator of all,

Opened the Life-Gate,now opened for all.

Ye who believe Him cast crowns at His feet;

The Lord of all Glory who knows not defeat,

Is seated in Heaven; there to prepare

a Home up in Glory, His Glory to share.

Oh sinner, now trust Him, no longer delay;

the dear, precious Savior is waiting today.

fjs

 

An EXCERPT from my book, Strains of Glory, on the market soon:

THE SCARLET CORD

By Norma Jackson Sawyer

My memory does not go so far back, but, no doubt, the Cord started in my early youth through words from my father and mother. My first recognition of it is in a large church in Portland. I said, “Can I go forward?” But, Mom, thinking I was too young, said we’d wait. Second, came a ladies home Bible Club for children. How I thrilled over the red ribbon I could add to a trophy if I memorized the Bible verse.

Miles away, in North Appleton, a servant of the Lord, teaching Bible in our rural school, added to my awareness of God and His majesty through Bible memory. Our two lady pastors, Muriel Parker and Edna Howard, let us ride in their car’s rumble seat to church three miles away.

Later, it happened. Kindness and spiritual concern caused our pastor, Orel Ward, to transport us to the March Youth Rally in South Montville. As Alma Fields, then working with Baxter School for the Deaf in Portland, burdened for youth, spoke the truth from God’s Word. It was then I understood my sin before God and repented and received Jesus’ blood (represented in the Old Testament by Rahab’s Scarlet Cord) shed for me. John 1:12 was the scripture. “but as many as received Him to them gave He power to become the sons of God …” There was no doubt of that truth! The closeness I’ve had to God, my Father, has never changed!

 

 

“Mama”

In my mother’s last days she was called upon to endure a new kind of suffering. Through a series of strokes, her final six years of life confined her, first of all, to her home, then to a nursing home. She was weak and helpless in body, but her mind was clear and she held onto that blessed hope she had clung to throughout her life. Becoming more and more available to God for whatever He set out for her to do during those six long years, she drew ever closer to Him, and carried on perhaps the most important work of her life–Prayer. She prayed for her children and grandchildren, for her church, her friends and for missionary efforts around the world. My siblings and I were always encouraged, through a visit with her, to keep keeping on and not to worry about her. Many others who visited her have told me they always left her room with a feeling of being blessed to have been with her.

“UNDER HIS WINGS”

Under His Wings I am safely abiding,

Though the night deepen and tempests are wild.

Still I can trust Him, I know he will keep me.

He has Redeemed me and I am His child.

Chorus:

Under His Wings, Under His Wings:

Who from His love can sever?

Under His Wings my soul shall abide;

Safely abide forever.

Wm. O. Cushing

Ira. D. Sankey

Such sweet memories of my mother and my sister, Norma, singing this together as my mother played the piano. The comfort of such hymns meant much to me during our stormy childhood.

An entry from Strains of Glory, A Maine Country Scrapbook – The story of my childhood

Coming 2016!

Thanksgiving

 

I want to share these wonderful thoughts from missionary, Karl Sapp in North Pole, Alaska:

 

If you want to count your blessings, start with God’s promises!

 

God’s Presence: “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” Heb.13:5

God’s protection: “I  am thy shield and thy exceeding great reward.”. Gen. 15:1

God’s power: “I will strengthen thee.” Is.41:10

God’s provision: “I will help thee” Is 41:10

God’s leading: “And when He putteth forth His own sheep, He goeth before them, and His sheep follow Him: for they know His voice.” John 10:4

God”s purpose: “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you and expected end.” Jer.29:11

God’s rest: Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest.: Matt.11:18

Gods’ cleansing: If we confess our sins He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” I John 1:9

God’s goodness: “For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.” Psalm 84:11

God’s faithfulness: For the Lord will not forsake His people for is great name’s sake.” I Samuel 12:22

This is only 10 – there are thousands more!

Have a wonderful, Praise-filled Thanksgiving!

 

 

 

Renascence

I rest in solitude on mountain height

the burden of my soul has taken flight

the longed-for distant home within my sight

I know I shall escape the coming night

the sweat of childhood pain has left at last

the river’s cool relief forever past

the earthly joys that God has given me

‘midst Midcoast’s valleys, hills, and rolling sea,

the growing fields of mem’ry hasten me

to deeper joys upon that distant lea.

fjs

WINTER STORE

Winter Store

Every winter, when Daddy was around, he would prepare for us in the fall by filling a huge ceramic crock in the basement with alternate layers of shredded cabbage and salt. Mmmmm – it smelled so good as it began to seethe and froth, running up and over the edges so that every once in awhile he would have to place a big rock on top of the cover to hold it down. I loved raw Sauer Kraut, and though now I thoroughly enjoy a plate of Sauer Kraut and Hot Dogs, it definitely was not one of my favorite meals back then.

Another “idea” he had heard about was to preserve eggs in silica gel. We had “fresh” eggs all that winter.

Some winters – Daddy kept layers of raw carrots in sandy mounds on the cellar floor. Pretty handy for a good snack, also. Potatoes, various types of winter squash, pumpkins and turnips were also stored in heaps in the cellar.

In a smaller crock Mama preserved Sour Pickles in a vinegar brine. Yummy! Grab one of those after school, if you can brave the cold cellar to get one.

Put these all together with the many makeshift wooden shelves of her canned Mackeral, Dandelion Greens (dug and cleaned by Guess Who – we kids – no matter what age – never escaped the dreary labor of digging, raking , picking, picking over, shucking, snapping, ), Blueberries, Jams and Jellies, peaches, pears, home made clover honey, green beans, stewed tomatoes,