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LIGHT COMING FROM DARK PLACES OF LIFE

Family and Friends,

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Scrawled on a cellar wall in a building in Cologne, Germany, where Jews were

hidden during World War II:

“I believe in the sun when it is not shining.

I believe in love even when feeling it not.

I believe in God even when He is silent.”

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From a time and place where hopelessness must have seemed inevitable, these

words survived to inspire today.

On the darkest days, the sun still shines somewhere on this earth.

Love can survive in a world gone mad with hatred;

and even when facing death, it is possible to keep faith in God.

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Could we with ink the ocean fill,

And were the skies of parchment made,

Were every stalk on earth a quill,

And every man a scribe by trade,

To write the love of God above,

Would drain the ocean dry;

Nor could the scroll contain the whole,

Tho stretched from sky to sky.

 

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These beautiful words were found penciled on the wall in 1917 in an insane asylum,

after the patient was taken to his grave.

Frederick M. Lehman used these words to write the song, “The Love of God,” based

on the Jewish poem Haddamut, written in Aramaic in 1050 by Meir Ben Isaac 

Nehorai, a cantor in Worms, Germany.  

He added the (first) two stanzas and chorus of the song in 1948.

 

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For God, Who commanded the Light to shine out of darkness,

hath shined in our hearts,

to give the Light of the knowledge of the glory of God

in the face of Jesus Christ.

2 Corinthians 4:6

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Light can come from darkness because God is even in the darkest places of life.

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Elisabeth Elliot: “You are loved with an everlasting love.” That’s what the Bible says. “And underneath are the

everlasting arms.”

“My brother, Dave Howard, does a lot of traveling and comes back with wonderful stories. One summer when

the six of us Howards, with our spouses, got together for a reunion, Dave told us this one, heard from the son

of the man in the story.

 

 

“A man whom we’ll call Ivan, prisoner in an unnamed country, was taken from his cell, interrogated, tortured

and beaten nearly to a pulp. The one comfort in his life was a blanket. As he staggered back to his cell, ready to

collapse into that meager comfort, he saw to his dismay that someone was wrapped up in it. An informer, he

supposed.

 

 

“He fell on the filthy floor, crying out, ‘I can’t take anymore.’ Whereupon a voice came from the blanket, ‘Ivan,

what do you mean you can’t take anymore?’ Thinking the man was trying to get information to be used against

him, Ivan didn’t explain. He merely repeated what he had said, ‘I can’t take anymore.’ ‘Ivan,’ came the voice,

‘have you forgotten that Jesus is with you’? Then the figure in the blanket was gone. Ivan, unable to walk a

minute before, now leaped to his feet and danced around the cell, praising the Lord.

 

 

“In the morning, the guard who had starved and beaten him asked who had given him food. ‘No one,’ said

Ivan. ‘But why do you look so different’? ‘Because my Lord was with me last night.’ ‘Oh, is that so. And where is

your Lord now’? Ivan opened his shirt, pointed to his heart and said, ‘Here.’

 

 

“‘Okay, I’m going to shoot you and your Lord right now,’ said the guard, pointing a pistol at Ivan’s chest. ‘Shoot

me if you wish. I’ll go to be with my Lord.’ The guard returned his pistol to its holster, shaking his head in

bewilderment.

 

 

“Later Ivan learned that his wife and children had been praying for him on that same night as they read Isaiah

51:14. ‘The cowering prisoners will soon be set free. They will not die in their dungeon, nor will they lack

bread.’ Ivan was released shortly thereafter and continued faithfully to preach the Gospel until he died in his

eighties.”

 

 

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Light coming from dark places of life.

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Thank you for stopping by.

Please pray for America the Beautiful and for Spiritual Awakening.

 

 

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