C.H. Spurgeon, The Waterer Watered (via sarettesyndrome)
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How Great Thou Art - EV Church.
Most incredible version of this song I’ve heard!
Worth a listen!

The Rum Colony: Most people can’t understand the way the average Aussie thinks; The spirit of the Anzacs, the cunning of the busranger or swagman waltzing matilda. its a country that promotes a fair go alround and an easy going persona. yet scratch the surface and youll find this really means is an extraordinary sense of entitlement and belief that things will come your way easily (even though life is actually much tougher). we cut down tall poppies, we rode the sheeps back and now we take our share of the mining boom - for our land abounds in natures gifts of beeauty rich and rare, weve golden soil and wealth for toil. anyway i began to think when did this start. life started in the rum colony harshly, but there was great opportunity for the corrupt. so the other day i searched out a monument on the corner of hunter and bligh sts in the heart of sydney. there i found a memorial i thought would give me some insight, which it truely did. the memorial was dedicated on the site of the first sermon in australia on feb 3, 1788 by rev richard johnson. the plaque records the text of his sermon, psam 156:12 “what should i render unto the lord for all his benefits toward me”. i thought this was an amazing insight into the psyche of australia, and quite prophetic given his hearers were convicts, brought to australia in chains. for all his benefits toward me! it makes understanding us a lot easier.
STUTTER
- Elijah heard a still small voice,
- But that was little comfort,
- For it seemed to him that the
- God who cares.
- Was stubborn and hard and tyrant.
- And although t’was tough a ruling
- And hard to stomach for sure
- We’re to understand God's providence
- That He rules in love for all.
- And though the worst should happen to you,
- That never grounds His indictment,
- But a response of faith and fortitude
- In a world that’s prepared for judgment
- For me it was much the same,
- When I made my announcement,
- That I wouldn’t tolerate evil men,
- And for three years rain, it wouldn't.
- But what started as a still small voice,
- next sounded like a stutter,
- As sure as I was at first,
- I remain as yet unwiser
- For today, I cannot boast,
- Of dazzling accomplishments,
- I've no crown, or proof or crowd
- That time would etch for marvel.
- In casting out a sad lament,
- Not wanting to dispair,
- just to wish that my fair crack at it
- would not vanish into thin air.
- Attacked at first and never flew,
- though never let it daunt me,
- I now grow bitter at them all,
- Who scour and mock and haunt me.
- A Sinner