Ken Kalis

Begone un­belief, My Sav­ior is near, And for my re­lief Will sure­ly ap­pear: By pray­er let me wres­tle, And He wilt per­form, With Christ in the ves­sel, I smile at the storm. Though dark be my way, Since He is my guide, ’Tis mine to ob­ey, ’Tis His to pro­vide; Though cis­terns be brok­en, And crea­tures all fail, The word He has spok­en Shall sure­ly pre­vail. His love in time past Forbids me to think He’ll leave me at last In trou­ble to sink; Each sweet Eb­en­ez­er I have in re­view, Confirms His good plea­sure To help me quite through. Determined to save, He watched o’er my path, When Sa­tan’s blind slave, I sport­ed with death; And can He have taught me To trust in His name, And thus far have brought me, To put me to shame? Why should I com­plain Of want or dis­tress, Temptation or pain? He told me no less: The heirs of sal­va­tion, I know from His word, Through much tri­bu­la­tion Must fol­low their Lord. How bit­ter that cup, No heart can con­ceive, Which He drank quite up, That sin­ners might live! His way as much rough­er, And dark­er than mine; Did Je­sus thus suf­fer, And shall I re­pine? Since all that I meet Shall work for my good, The bit­ter is sweet, The me­di­cine is food; Though pain­ful at pre­sent, Wilt cease be­fore long, And then, O! how plea­sant, The con­quer­or’s song! --Words: John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns (Lon­don: W. Ol­iv­er, 1779),

Take not thought for food or rai­ment, Careful one, so anx­iously; For the King Him­self pro­vid­eth Food and clothes for thee. He who dai­ly feeds the spar­rows, He Who clothes the li­lies bright, More than birds and flow­ers holds thee Precious in His sight. Wouldst thou give a stone, a ser­pent, To thy plead­ing child for food? And shall not thy heav’n­ly Fa­ther Give thee what is good? On the heart that car­eth for thee Rest thou then from sor­row free; For of all most ten­der fa­thers None so good as He. Seek thou first His gra­cious pro­mise, Treasure stored in Heav’n above; So thou may’st en­trust all oth­er Safely to His love. Unto Thee, O boun­te­ous Fa­ther, Glory, hon­or, praise be done; With the Son and Ho­ly Spir­it, God for ev­er One. Words: Ano­ny­mous, in the Cha­lons-sur-Marne Bre­vi­ary, 1736

TAKE MY LIFE AND LET IT BE Take my LIFE, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee. Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise. Take my HANDS, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love. Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee. Take my VOICE, and let me sing always, only, for my King. Take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from Thee. (Thank You, Lord, for saving my voice from throat cancer. kk I will use it to sing 4 You 4ever!) kk Take my SILVER & MY GOLD; not a mite would I withhold. Take my intellect, and use every power as Thou shalt choose. Take my WILL, and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine. Take my HEART, it is Thine own; it shall be Thy royal throne. Take my LOVE, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store. Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee. Frances R. Havergal, February 1874. I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service. Romans 12

@newstart_2024 This is nonsense, using random weirdness to find God when we have His Word that reveals Himself to us and teaches us everything He wants us to know on how to live and walk. We have a wonderful treasure/a gift of God without measure/we will travel together/my Bible and I.

RFK Jr. made one simple decision that changed everything. After 14 years of heroin addiction, he read Carl Jung’s book on synchronicity and decided: “I’m going to start believing in God — even if it improves my chances of recovery by just one percent.” He started “acting as if” there was a higher power watching him, that life was a test, and he had to do the right thing even when no one was looking. The very same day he finished the book, an improbable synchronicity happened on a volleyball court that made him think, “This is God talking to me.” It was the beginning of his 43 years of sobriety. A raw, powerful reminder that sometimes the smallest intellectual leap — “I’ll act as if” — can open the door to real transformation. Have you ever had a moment where “acting as if” something was true ended up changing everything for you?

55 years ago today I married Susan Shorter.

@TimelessTrvlr It still does matter.

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