
Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. Phil 4:11
Our men praying at the little rock altar before service
Holy Manna, George Atkins, 1819
Brethren, we have met to worship and adore the Lord our God;Will you pray with all your power, while we try to preach the Word?All is vain unless the Spirit of the Holy One comes down;Brethren, pray, and holy manna will be showered all around.
Brethren, see poor sinners round you slumbering on the brink of woe;Death is coming, hell is moving, can you bear to let them go?See our fathers and our mothers, and our children sinking down;Brethren, pray and holy manna will be showered all around.
Let us love our God supremely, let us love each other, too;Let us love and pray for sinners, till our God makes all things new.Then He’ll call us home to Heaven, at His table we’ll sit down;Christ will gird Himself and serve us with sweet manna all around.
It is revival time again and how I long to have that Holy Manna showered all around. What a great treasure I have found. I need to share it more, I need a greater burden for the lost, I have so many just in my family. Oh, if they only knew. Nothing compares to the joy He can give. Our land needs a revival, a real experience of God's spirit, not just a feel good "God wants you to have the best" kind of thing either, we need to see broken hearts and contrite spirits turn from their ways and come to know Him. Lord, I thank you for the way you put me in. Let the church be revived and seek more after the spiritual and less of the temporal. Let us be prepared to leave our children with that Goodly Inheritance.
One of the biggest complaints you here about today's child is that they have no imagination. I think it has more to do with what the parent surrounds the child with and less to do with children lacking imagination. Here are our children with today's adventure. It's a tee-pee ("t-pot" to the little one)