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THE NATIONAL ANTHEM

6/29/2012

 
Back in 1991, acclaimed author and scholar Isaac Asimov wrote a short piece titled All Four Stanzas, about the origin of our National Anthem:  The Star Spangled Banner.   This being the weekend before Independence Day, I thought I would post it here.  It is quite revealing.

I have a weakness--I am crazy, absolutely nuts, about our National Anthem.

The words are difficult and the tune is almost impossible, but frequently when I'm taking a shower I sing it with as much power and emotion as I can. It shakes me up every time.

I was once asked to speak at a luncheon. Taking my life in my hands, I announced I was going to sing our National Anthem--all four stanzas.

This was greeted with loud groans. One man closed the door to the kitchen, where the noise of dishes and cutlery was loud and distracting. "Thanks, Herb," I said.

"That's all right," he said. "It was at the request of the kitchen staff."

I explained the background of the Anthem and then sang all four stanzas.

Let me tell you, those people had never heard it before--or had never really listened. I got a standing ovation. But it was not me; it was the Anthem.

More recently, while conducting a seminar, I told my students the story of the Anthem and sang all four stanzas. Again there was a wild ovation and prolonged applause. And again, it was the Anthem and not me.

So now let me tell you how it came to be written.

In 1812, the United States went to war with Great Britain, primarily over freedom of the seas. We were in the right. For two years, we held off the British, even though we were still a rather weak country. Great Britain was in a life and death struggle with Napoleon. In fact, just as the United States declared war, Napoleon marched off to invade Russia. If he won, as everyone expected, he would control Europe, and Great Britain would be isolated. It was no time for her to be involved in an American war.

At first, our seamen proved better than the British. After we won a battle on Lake Erie in 1813, the American commander, Oliver Hazard Perry, sent the message "We have met the enemy and they are ours." However, the weight of the British navy beat down our ships eventually. New England, hard-hit by a tightening blockade, threatened secession.

Meanwhile, Napoleon was beaten in Russia and in 1814 was forced to abdicate. Great Britain now turned its attention to the United States, launching a three-pronged attack. The northern prong was to come down Lake Champlain toward New York and seize parts of New England. The southern prong was to go up the Mississippi, take New Orleans and paralyze the west. The central prong was to head for the Mid-Atlantic States and then attack Baltimore, the greatest port south of New York. If Baltimore was taken, the nation, which still hugged the Atlantic coast, could be split in two. The fate of the United States, then, rested to a large extent on the success or failure of the central prong.

The British reached the American coast, and on August 24, 1814, took Washington, D. C. Then they moved up the Chesapeake Bay toward Baltimore. On September 12, they arrived and found 1000 men in Fort McHenry, whose guns controlled the harbor. If the British wished to take Baltimore, they would have to take the fort.

On one of the British ships was an aged physician, William Beanes, who had been arrested in Maryland and brought along as a prisoner. Francis Scott Key, a lawyer and friend of the physician, had come to the ship to negotiate his release. The British captain was willing, but the two Americans would have to wait. It was now the night of September 13, and the bombardment of Fort McHenry was about to start.

As twilight deepened, Key and Beanes saw the American flag flying over Fort McHenry. Through the night, they heard bombs bursting and saw the red glare of rockets. They knew the fort was resisting and the American flag was still flying. But toward morning the bombardment ceased, and a dread silence fell. Either Fort McHenry had surrendered and the British flag flew above it, or the bombardment had failed and the American flag still flew.

As dawn began to brighten the eastern sky, Key and Beanes stared out at the fort, trying to see which flag flew over it. He and the physician must have asked each other over and over, "Can you see the flag?"

After it was all finished, Key wrote a four stanza poem telling the events of the night. Called "The Defence of Fort M'Henry," it was published in newspapers and swept the nation. Someone noted that the words fit an old English tune called "To Anacreon in Heaven" --a difficult melody with an uncomfortably large vocal range. For obvious reasons, Key's work became known as "The Star Spangled Banner," and in 1931 Congress declared it the official Anthem of the United States.

Now that you know the story, here are the words. Presumably, the old doctor is speaking. This is what he asks Key:

Oh! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?


And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
Oh! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?


"Ramparts," in case you don't know, are the protective walls or other elevations that surround a fort. The first stanza asks a question. The second stanza gives an answer:

On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mist of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep.
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?


Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream
'Tis the star-spangled banner. Oh! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


"The towering steep" is again, the ramparts. The bombardment has failed, and the British can do nothing more but sail away, their mission a failure.

In the third stanza, I feel Key allows himself to gloat over the American triumph. In the aftermath of the bombardment, Key probably was in no mood to act otherwise.

During World War II, when the British were our staunchest allies, this third stanza was not sung. However, I know it, so here it is:

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution.


No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.


The fourth stanza, a pious hope for the future, should be sung more slowly than the other three and with even deeper feeling.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation,
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n - rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation.


Then conquer we must, for our cause is just,
And this be our motto--"In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.


I hope you will look at the National Anthem with new eyes. Listen to it, the next time you have a chance, with new ears.

And don't let them ever take it away.

Source: 
http://www.purewatergazette.net/asimov.htm.  Note:  The validity of this piece is often questioned.  However, http://www.classicalvalues.com/Asimov_jpg6.html shows that it is genuine, including scanned copies of the original article in the magazine titled Fantasy and Science Fiction.  Nonetheless, the above is in fact an edited version of Dr. Asimov’s original article.

SIGN, SIGN, EVERYWHERE A SIGN

6/25/2012

 
This past Sunday evening, as a part of our series on Bible characters titled "People of the Book", we talked about the Old Testament Judge known as Gideon.  Whenever the subject of Gideon comes up, inevitably a discussion ensues regarding the appropriateness of "laying down a fleece", or asking God for a specific sign in answer to a given prayer.  Gideon asked for three signs in all, two of them centering on his woolen fleece (Judges 6-8).

Whenever I am asked my opinion on this matter, I usually respond by sharing a bit of wisdom I gleaned years ago from Rev. Bob Marcaurelle, who says, "Is it right to 'put out the fleece' and ask God to give a sign to prove His word or provide guidance?  (I would answer that) it is permissible under certain extraordinary conditions but not advisable under most.  When all resources of thought and prayer are exhausted God may give us a tangible sign; but such cases are rare."

Besides, if we are not careful, we could end up like the man in the old story who liked to just open his Bible and read the first verse that came to him, believing it was sign from God for him to follow. The first verse he happened to turn to was Matthew 27:5 which says Judas "went and hanged himself."  

Since he was not sure how this verse applied to him, the man flipped to another passage and the Bible fell open to Luke 10:37: "Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise."  At this point, the man was quite upset, and he did not know how he could ever obey that, so he decided to turn to one more place for one more sign.

So, once again he opened the Bible at random; and to his horror, his finger fell upon John 13:27: "Then said Jesus unto him, That thou doest, do quickly."

As Rev. Marcaurelle admonishes:  "It is dangerous to make circumstances or mira­cles the basis of obedience."  The man in the story would have been far better off to have read the Bible systematically and applied its teachings to his life holistically, rather than taking small bits of Scripture out of context as if they were miraculous signs of direction from God. 

Remember, Jesus Himself said that only an evil and adulterous generation seeks continually to prop up its faith by looking for a sign (Matt. 12:39).

OUT OF THE MOUTH OF BABES

6/21/2012

 
Pastor Chris was reminiscing this week about all the wonderful events that occurred at Bible School last week here in our church.  We laughed together as he related a couple of humorous incidents.  As we did, I was reminded that working with children is always such a blessing.  You never know quite what they will say or do!

With this in mind, I thought I would post a little humor for my blog today.  If you have ever worked with children, then perhaps you will be able to relate the following…

GOOD SAMARITAN

A Sunday school teacher was telling her class the story of the Good Samaritan.  She asked the class, "If you saw a person lying on the roadside, all wounded and bleeding, what would you do?"  A thoughtful little girl broke the hushed silence. "I think I'd throw up."
 
DID NOAH FISH?

A Sunday school teacher asked, "Johnny, do you think Noah did a lot of fishing when he was on the Ark?"  "No," replied Johnny. "How could he, with just two worms."
 
THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD

A Sunday School teacher decided to have her young class memorize one of the most quoted passages in the Bible - Psalm 23. She gave the youngsters a month to learn the chapter. Little Rick was excited about the task - but he just couldn't remember the Psalm. After much practice, he could barely get past the first line.

On the day that the kids were scheduled to recite Psalm 23 in front of the congregation, Ricky was so nervous. When it was his turn, he stepped up to the microphone and said proudly, "The Lord is my Shepherd, and that's all I need to know."
 
UNANSWERED PRAYER

The preacher's 5 year-old daughter noticed that her father always paused and bowed his head for a moment before starting his sermon. One day, she asked him why.  "Well, Honey," he began, proud that his daughter was so observant of his messages. "I'm asking the Lord to help me preach a good sermon."  "How come He doesn't answer it?" she asked.
 
BEING THANKFUL

A Pastor said to a precocious six-year-old boy, "So your mother says prayers for you each night? That's very commendable. What does she say?"  The little boy replied, "Thank God he's in bed!"
 
ALL MEN / ALL GIRLS

When my daughter, Kelli, said her bedtime prayers, she would bless every family member, every friend, and every animal (current and past). For several weeks after we had finished the nightly prayer, Kelli would say, "And all girls." It soon became part of her nightly routine to include this closing.

My curiosity got the best of me and I asked her, "Kelli, why do you always add the part about all girls?"  Her response, "Because everybody always finishes their prayers by saying 'All Men'!"
 
SAY A PRAYER

Little Johnny and his family were having Sunday dinner at his grandmother's house. Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served. When Little Johnny received his plate, he started to eat right away.  "Johnny! Please wait until we say our prayer," said his mother.

"I don't need to," the boy replied.  "Of course, you do," his mother insisted. "We always say a prayer before eating at our house."  "That's at our house." Johnny explained. "But this is Grandma's house, and she knows how to cook.


Out of the mouth of babes!

A LETTER TO DAD

6/18/2012

 
Yesterday was Father’s Day.  For many, this day on the calendar is a time of memory, of reflection, and of thanksgiving as they consider afresh and anew the role their father had and/or has in their lives.  This is certainly the case for me as well.  

In light of this, I thought I would share a moving piece of poetry I recently came across.  It is titled…

A LETTER TO DAD

There are so many things I’d like
To tell you face to face;

I either lack the words or fail
To find the time and place.

But in this special letter, Dad,
You’ll find, at least in part,

The feelings that the passing years
Have left within my heart.

The memories of childhood days
And all that you have done,

To make our home a happy place
And growing up such fun!

I still recall the walks we took,
The games we often played;

Those confidential chats we had
While resting in the shade.

This letter comes to thank you, and,
For needed words of praise;

The counsel and the guidance, too,
That shaped my grown-up days.

No words of mine can tell you, Dad,
The things I really feel;

But you must know my love for you
Is lasting, warm and real.

You made my world a better place,
And through the coming years;

I’ll keep these memories of you
As cherished souvenirs.


Most of us can relate all too well to the words of this little poem.  I only wish my own father was still alive in this world so I could take the time to tell him these things.  However, I take solace in the fact that he is alive and well in Heaven.  And also that I will one day see him again, when I will be able to say all these things and much more to him.  In the meantime, I trust he knows they are true.

SOURCE:  I do not know the original author of this poem.  I found it in a Father’s Day Message written by Steve Shepherd, Pastor of Jonesboro Christian Church in Jonesboro, Arkansas.

THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER

6/14/2012

 
Today is a fairly unique day on the calendar:  Flag Day.  Even though it goes largely unrecognized by the general public, it is nonetheless significant. 

Way back in 1949, President Harry S. Truman signed an Act of Congress officially designating June 14th of each year as National Flag Day.  (June 14, 1777 is the date on which the Second Continental Congress officially adopted the Flag of the United States of America.)

For my part, I proudly display the flag of this great country.  I know what the stars and stripes stand for.  I also know what great sacrifices were laid down to insure it still flies over the land of the free and the home of the brave. 

I thought I would post the following poem on my blog for today.  I hope it speaks to you.

I AM THE FLAG (by Ruth Apperson Rous)

I am the flag of the United States of America.

I was born on June 14, 1777, in Philadelphia.

There the Continental Congress adopted my stars and stripes as the national flag.

My thirteen stripes alternating red and white, with a union of thirteen white stars in a field of blue, represented a new constellation, a new nation dedicated to the personal and religious liberty of mankind.

Today fifty stars signal from my union, one for each of the fifty sovereign states in the greatest constitutional republic the world has ever known.

My colors symbolize the patriotic ideals and spiritual qualities of the citizens of my country.

My red stripes proclaim the fearless courage and integrity of American men and boys and the self-sacrifice and devotion of American mothers and daughters.

My white stripes stand for liberty and equality for all.

My blue is the blue of heaven, loyalty, and faith.

I represent these eternal principles: liberty, justice, and humanity.

I embody American freedom: freedom of speech, religion, assembly, the press, and the sanctity of the home.

I typify that indomitable spirit of determination brought to my land by Christopher Columbus and by all my forefathers - the Pilgrims, Puritans, settlers at Jamestown and Plymouth.

I am as old as my nation.

I am a living symbol of my nation's law: the Constitution of the United States and the Bill of Rights.

I voice Abraham Lincoln's philosophy: "A government of the people, by the people, for the people."

I stand guard over my nation's schools, the seedbed of good citizenship and true patriotism.

I am displayed in every schoolroom throughout my nation; every schoolyard has a flag pole for my display.

Daily thousands upon thousands of boys and girls pledge their allegiance to me and my country.

I have my own law—Public Law 829, "The Flag Code" - which definitely states my correct use and display for all occasions and situations.

I have my special day, Flag Day. June 14 is set aside to honor my birth.

Americans, I am the sacred emblem of your country. I symbolize your birthright, your heritage of liberty purchased with blood and sorrow.

I am your title deed of freedom, which is yours to enjoy and hold in trust for posterity.

If you fail to keep this sacred trust inviolate, if I am nullified and destroyed, you and your children will become slaves to dictators and despots.

Eternal vigilance is your price of freedom.

As you see me silhouetted against the peaceful skies of my country, remind yourself that I am the flag of your country, that I stand for what you are - no more, no less.

Guard me well, lest your freedom perish from the earth.

Dedicate your lives to those principles for which I stand: "One nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."

I was created in freedom. I made my first appearance in a battle for human liberty.

God grant that I may spend eternity in my "land of the free and the home of the brave" and that I shall ever be known as "Old Glory," the flag of the United States of America.

Source: 
http://www.usflag.org/

THE CAT’S COMMANDMENTS

6/10/2012

 
The following document, nicely framed, mysteriously appeared on the wall in our laundry room recently.  I do not know whence it came.  But I do have my suspicions.

THE CAT’S COMMANDMENTS

Now hear this!  You may live in this dwelling with me, but keep in mind your sole purpose for existing is to care for me.  I pray God keeps you able to do so.

Feed me well and promptly, so that I may then find a place to lie down and stare at you.  If that place happens to be on top of the television set, do not keep trying to dislodge me even though my tail is hanging in the middle of the picture.

I expect full run of the premises, including the kitchen table.  I sniff your food only to see if I would prefer it to mine.  Brush me twice a week.  Pet me as often as you wish, but I can do without the idiotic statements you utter as you do so.

When I bump my head against your leg or cheek, it means I accept you as a part of my environment.  Keep in mind that if I thought the lady next door would feed me better, I’d be out of here in a minute.  If you’re looking for loyalty, get a dog!

My own dislike of my wife’s cat is fairly well known.  That notwithstanding, felines are notorious for coming across as ungrateful.  To be honest, however, they are not alone.   

I was reminded as I read this that there are probably times when I come off looking pretty much the same way in the eyes of God.  As I was, I felt led to offer this little prayer:  “Lord, help me to be more grateful with each passing day, and always to show myself so in your eyes.”

ONLY ONE LIFE

6/7/2012

 
I thought I would follow my last post with another of my favorite poems.  This one is titled Only One Life, and it was written by C. T. Studd, a missionary who died in the service of our Lord in what was then the Belgian Congo in 1931. 

His works are now in the public domain and are available all over the internet.  This particular poem is very thought provoking.  I trust it will challenge you as it has me.

ONLY ONE LIFE

Two little lines I heard one day,
Traveling along life’s busy way;
Bringing conviction to my heart,
And from my mind would not depart;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.


Only one life, yes only one,
Soon will its fleeting hours be done;
Then, in ‘that day’ my Lord to meet,
And stand before His Judgment seat;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.


Only one life, the still small voice,
Gently pleads for a better choice
Bidding me selfish aims to leave,
And to God’s holy will to cleave;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.


Only one life, a few brief years,
Each with its burdens, hopes, and fears;
Each with its clays I must fulfill,
living for self or in His will;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.


When this bright world would tempt me sore,
When Satan would a victory score;
When self would seek to have its way,
Then help me Lord with joy to say;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.


Give me Father, a purpose deep,
In joy or sorrow Thy word to keep;
Faithful and true what e’er the strife,
Pleasing Thee in my daily life;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.


Oh let my love with fervor burn,
And from the world now let me turn;
Living for Thee, and Thee alone,
Bringing Thee pleasure on Thy throne;
Only one life, “twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.


Only one life, yes only one,
Now let me say, ”Thy will be done”;
And when at last I’ll hear the call,
I know I’ll say “’twas worth it all”;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.


— extra stanza --

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
And when I am dying, how happy I’ll be,
If the lamp of my life has been burned out for Thee.

HIS PLAN FOR ME

6/4/2012

 
On the web page titled In the Midst of Pain:  Poems and Insights by Martha Snell Nicholson (which can be found at: http://www.mercydrops.com/Snell.htm), a tribute to this very gifted poet is recorded:

Margaret Snell Nicholson who was a woman who suffered from four incurable diseases.  She struggled with pain more than thirty-five years:  an invalid, bound to her bed.  Her spirit was so transcendently triumphant through those many weary years, that she wrote some of the finest Christian poetry which has ever been written.

After noting that most of her books are now out of print, the editors of this page have posted some of “her more famous works describing spiritual lessons learned in the midst of pain.”

I wanted to share one of those poems here today.  It is titled HIS PLAN FOR ME.  I hope it speaks to you as much as it does to me.

When I stand at the judgment seat of Christ
And He shows me His plan for me,
The Plan of my life as it might have been
Had He had His way, and I see


How I blocked Him here, and I checked Him there,
And I would not yield my will -
Will there be grief in my Savior's eyes,
Grief, though He loves me still?


He would have me rich, and I stand there poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing
Down the paths I cannot retrace.


Then my desolate heart will well-nigh break
With the tears that I cannot shed;
I shall cover my face with my empty hands,
I shall bow my uncrowned head...


Lord of the years that are left to me,
I give them to Thy hand;
Take me and break me, mold me to
The pattern Thou hast planned!

What a beautiful poem.  And what a beautiful prayer.  For my part, I sincerely believe the Lord heard her words and honored them.  I also believe that He was pleased  with her when she finally stood before Him.  And I echo her sentiments and pray that the Lord will be pleased with me as well.

NOTE:  Ms. Nicholson's published words are out of print; but used editions can be found at http://www.amazon.com.

DO IT NOW!

6/1/2012

 
I love the following cute story titled “DO IT NOW!”

The head of a small industrial company posted “DO IT NOW!” signs all around his office and plant in the hopes of getting better results from his workers.  Some weeks later, when asked why he was suddenly removing the slogans, he said,

"It worked entirely too well…  The bookkeeper skipped with $20,000; the chief clerk eloped with the best secretary I've ever had; three salesmen asked for raises; and the workers in the factory joined the union and are now out on strike."*

Obviously, not necessarily everything we consider doing should actually be done.  Nonetheless, most of us don’t have any problem in making bad decisions.  In fact, if you are like me, you find yourself all too often making bad decisions or at least taking bad steps.

In fact, what I tend to put off are the right decisions; and what I tend to hesitate on are the right steps.  Accordingly, I can relate all too well to the Apostle Paul who once said:

15 I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16 And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17 As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me.

18 I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19 For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do - this I keep on doing.  
(Romans 7:15-19, NIV)

No wonder then, that later in that same passage, He asked this question:  “Oh, what a miserable person I am!  Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death?”  (7:24, NLT)

Of course, he knew the answer to this question, which he is merely asking for rhetorical purposes; and he stated that answer clearly in v.25:  “Jesus Christ our Lord.”

Thus, like Paul, I am thankful for Jesus Christ, Who not only delivered me from the penalty and the power of sin, but Who also gave me the Holy Spirit to empower me to do the things I can and should do while overcoming the impulse within me to do the things I should not do. 

I hope you have the same testimony this day.  If not, perhaps you should investigate what all Jesus Christ can do for you.

And for those who do know Christ, let me offer another challenge this day.  The calendar states that today is June 1, 2012.  The new year God gave you back on January 1, 2012 is now exactly half over.   

Six months ago, God gave you a new opportunity to get some things done.  He also gave you the power to get started doing them.  What have you done with this opportunity and with this power?

If your answer is “Nothing much” or “Nothing yet”, then why not get started today?  Why not just “DO IT NOW”?!  After all, it was this same Apostle, Paul, who said “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”  (Philippians 4:13, KJV)

*SOURCE: 
http://www.emailajoke.com/jokes/clean/random-jokes.asp?p=29

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