Concord Hymn

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Photo: Kirk Heflin BY the rude bridge that arched the flood,  Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,  Here once the embattled farmers stood  And fired the shot heard round the world.  The foe long since in silence slept;  Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;  And Time the ruined bridge has swept  Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream,  We set to-day a votive stone;  That memory may their deed redeem,  When, like our sires, our sons are gone.  Spirit, that made those heroes dare  To die, and leave their children free,  Bid Time and Nature gently spare  The shaft we raise to them and thee. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882) (The Battle of Concord was fought on April 19, 1775, the start of the American Revolutionary War)

Character

"Ideal" is what you wish you were (fame is a vapor);
"Reputation" is what people say you are (popularity is an accident);
"Character" is what you are.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894) told the story of a Muslim veiled prophet who was a great teacher and was considered to be a light among the people. He wore the veil, he said, because his countenance was so glorious none could bear the sight of his face. But, eventually the veil decayed and fell away revealing nothing hut an ugly old man. Stevenson stressed that, “however high the truths the preacher taught, and however skillfully he might excuse the blemishes of character, the time comes when the veil falls away, and a man is seen by people as he really is."

Think of what this means for those in ministry. Charles Spurgeon wrote in his "Lectures to My Students:"

"Traveling one day on a train from Perth to Edenburgh, on a sudden we came to a dead stop, because a very small screw in one of the engines had been broken, and when we started again we were obliged to crawl along witi one piston—rod at work instead of two. Only a small screw was gone. If that had been right the train would have rushed along its iron road, but the absense of that insignificant piece of iron disarranged the whole. The anology is perftct; a man in all other respects fitted to be useful, may by some small defect be exceedingly hindered, or even rendered utterly useless in the ministry."

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