Pilgrim Song...

Strange Place

2011-02-28T21:19:00.002-05:00

Depression can be ugly. Believe me, I've been there. You can mask it for awhile but eventually the ugliness breaks through.

But the Man of Sorrows, Jesus, knows every detail, every nuance, every heartache, every gut-wrenching situation and stands ready to help carry us through the darkest hell.

The other night I couldn't sleep. My mind played games. Ruminating can be disastrous. But words and phrases that came to mind were placed in sentences and random thoughts became poetry, albeit frightening stuff.

Here's what I wrote about the strange place I found myself in:

This strange place in which I stand

Is neither hell nor promised land;

But shards of both now pierce my soul,

O God, please make me well and whole!

This strange place in which I sit

Can be a throne or deep, dark pit;

But hidden from the Son's warm ray

O God, please take the pain away!

This strange place in which I lie

With dread cry out "O let me die";

Now where I lie or sit or stand,

O God, please take my trembling hand.

This strange place so fraught with pain

Beset by loss and seldom gain;

Can be the place You've brought me to

Where all I have is me...

And YOU!

Copyright © 2011 - David W. Fisher

God has a way of bringing us out into a better place. During those dark, depressing hours I reread the 18th Psalm where David joyfully states, "He brought me out into a spacious place; He rescued me because He delighted in me." - Psalm 18:19 (NIV)

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GRACE

2009-02-01T20:24:00.002-05:00

In yet another "dark night of the soul" God has arrested me and ticketed my awful pride. In those lonely, still, contemplative moments before dusk He spoke loud and clear. Words that cut to the core. I rose, penned these words before they fled and thanked Him for His voice that can still be heard in the midst of the clutter.

Here's what He said:

I stood before a holy God

With blood-stained hands

And broken heart

And in that moment

Saw that I

Had driven nails

That held Him there

My sinful pride

Self-righteous ways

Had caused the Saviour

Needless pain

He could have banished me to hell

For all the hurt

That I had caused

Instead He drew me to Himself

Offered forgiveness

Without cost

And in those Eyes

And on that Face

I read these words

"AMAZING GRACE"

Mighty to Save

2009-01-12T10:40:00.007-05:00

Mighty to save
Able to keep
Jesus my God and my King
Ever the same
Sovereign and true
To Him our worship we bring
Infinite One
Caring and just

Righteous and holy is He
Uniquely God's Son
Life-giving One
Ever His praises we sing
He is the Almighty King
He is the Almighty King.

Notice the acrostic, MAJESTIC RULE, formed by the first letters of each line.

© David W. Fisher January 2009

Our Wonderful Lord

2009-01-01T12:20:00.001-05:00

JESUS

Sovereign Sustainer
Supreme Sanctifier
Savior, Supplier
Our Soon-coming King.

Righteous Redeemer
The Ransom for many
Our Rock and our Refuge
His praises we sing.

© David W. Fisher – December 2008

The Justus Encounter

2008-12-26T07:46:00.001-05:00

NOTE: I wrote the following story several years ago and included it in a book that our writer's group, The Writer's Crucible, recently published. I trust you'll enjoy this biblical fiction account:

Greetings, friend. My name is Justus. Each year at this time my mind drifts back to that bitterly cold night when deity took on humanity in a musty animal stall behind an inn in Bethlehem.

We were the last family to secure lodging inside the bustling hotel. When my wife Sarah, my daughter Eunice and I arrived every room was spoken for. The innkeeper graciously lent us a small cot, one blanket and a resting place in the corner of the entrance hall.

Our family had journeyed to Bethlehem to be accounted for. Caesar Augustus had ordered a census be taken throughout the Roman empire requiring citizens to travel to their ancestral hometown. We lived in Bethany, a little to the northeast of Bethlehem, and had traveled by foot to “the city of David”. I was thirty years old at the time and little Eunice was just an infant.

Exhausted from the trek, Sarah and Eunice quickly dozed off. I sat on the floor by the cot but sleep eluded me. About an hour later another road-weary couple burst into the inn. The woman was obviously “great with child” and her husband – I assumed they were married – requested a room. The tired innkeeper advised them that there were no vacancies but that they could find shelter in a stable behind the inn. He offered them a horse blanket or two to ward off the cold but they declined. As they left I felt constrained to hand them our only blanket, the one the innkeeper had lent us. They hesitated momentarily but accepted my offer. I finally nodded off to sleep, my head resting on the corner of Sarah’s cot.

After a brief nap I awoke to the raucous clatter of a dozen or more shepherds. Some even had lambs in their arms as they burst into the inn. They were talking excitedly and inquired where the Saviour, the Messiah, could be found. The innkeeper, hearing the commotion, stumbled to the counter. “Where’s the Messiah?”, they queried. “A host of angels announced on a hillside outside of town that a baby has been born in a manger and He is to be our saviour.” The bewildered innkeeper re-directed them to the stable out back.

The sheep herders had awakened Sarah and little Eunice with their exuberance. Eunice was crying and Sarah was frustrated by the interruption. Me? I was wishing they’d hurry up and go out to the stable to find this promised Messiah.

Imagine a band of angels announcing a newborn King to a motley crew of shepherds. Sounded kind of crazy to me. Guess I’m a sceptic at the best of times. I get irritated by people who get their directions from heavenly voices. The commotion died down as the shepherds went to investigate but then built to a crescendo as they discovered that the Messiah had, in fact, been born in a cattle manger of all places. They woke everyone in the inn, the whole town I’m sure. We didn’t get back to sleep. What a night!

The next morning we registered for the census after sunrise but I was grumpy for the rest of the day. You know how you get when you don’t have a good night’s rest, when you’re in someone else’s bed or on the floor.

This Messiah, Jesus, grew up in his father’s home in Nazareth. Mary and Joseph were his parents, the couple I had given the blanket to. I discovered later that they weren’t even married that night. Scandalous! I learned that she had become pregnant by the Holy Spirit. Now that was hard to believe! I’d never heard anything like that before but, as I said, I was sceptical of everything.

Back in Bethany we heard a lot about this man called Jesus. He helped in His father’s carpenter shop until he was about thirty years old. Then he began preaching around the countryside. He visited our town several times. Mary, Martha and Lazarus, neighbours of ours, were friends of his. One day Lazarus died and his heartbroken sisters sent for Jesus. They were upset when Jesus didn’t arrive until four days later. According to the townsfolk He supposedly raised this man Lazarus from the dead. If you ask me, he was likely just asleep, unconscious or in a coma but not dead. Raising a man from the dead was a little far-fetched for an unbeliever like me.

That all changed one day, an event that’s indelibly etched on my mind. Our daughter Eunice was about thirty-two years old at the time. She hadn’t married, was still living with us and was working as a seamstress. She became violently ill one evening and we thought she would die. She was bleeding profusely and was very feverish. Several times we thought we had lost her.

Sarah ran to Martha’s house and was surprised to learn that Jesus was staying with them. Hearing of Eunice’s condition, Jesus came quickly. Our eyes met as He came through the doorway and I knew in that moment that He was more than just a man. I was strangely moved! He quickly made His way to the room where Eunice lay and gently placed His hand on her forehead. Immediately the fever vanished. The bleeding stopped. Eunice sat up in bed, instantly healed and I bowed before this man called Jesus, a changed man.

Belief filled my heart where scepticism and doubt once ruled. Jesus prayed with our family, pronounced His blessing and quickly was gone. I’ll never forget the look of compassion in His eyes.

The next morning the thought crossed my mind briefly that I should tell Jesus that it was my blanket that cradled Him on that cold, frosty night in Bethlehem but I quickly realized that He already knew. He was God and He knew everything. I was changed forever by this encounter with the One I had rejected for so long.

Don’t be a doubter like me. Investigate His claims. Read the biblical account of Christ’s life. Seek out a Christian pastor or friend if you want to know more. Jesus Christ is everything the angels said he would be and He will change your life. Just give Him a chance.

© David Fisher – December 2008

Confessions of a Recovering Legalist

2008-07-30T21:23:00.004-04:00

“My name is David and I’m a Recovering Legalist.”

Thus began another LA (Legalists Anonymous) meeting with myself and God. Just the two of us. My detractors never attend. They’re free now. They no longer battle legalism. They’ve graduated. I meet them regularly in my day to day routines. Most of them tend to infuriate me so it’s better that we’re not all in the same room together.

For half a century I’ve battled this addiction with seemingly few results. Like most addicts I find myself scrambling to justify my problem. Defending legalism is like trying to harness a hurricane or tame a tsunami. It’s impossible yet I won’t give in. I’m riding this ridiculous hobby horse that keeps trying to buck me off.

My greatest difficulty rears its ugly head when I attempt to biblically prove my stubbornness. All manner of misinterpretation and juggling of the biblical text takes over. I’m right and I’m going to prove it, so help me God. But what if God doesn’t want to enable my addiction? Even though I think He and I are co-leaders of a crusade I know in my heart that He’s often positioning Himself with my opponents and not with me. That hurts.

Every so often my most raucous rival will join the fray and a debating debacle is launched. Who’s going to come out victorious this time? Me, of course, because I’m right and I’ve got all the proof I need or so I think.

My rivals? The emancipated, once-bound converts who have traded their former legalism for liberty, of course. These crusaders fearlessly flaunt their newly discovered freedom quoting the same scriptures that I’ve employed for decades. “Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.” (Galatians 5:1)

I’ll never forget a mid-week Bible study with some of these friends who had suddenly been loosed from their chafing chains. Rather than simply enjoying their newfound freedom and using it to enhance their Christian walk, they took great delight in dissing the poor saints who were still bound with the yokes of traditionalism, fundamentalism and legalism.

Suddenly all the long-standing taboos were dropped. Alcohol was no longer frowned upon and “moderation “ became the buzz word. Dancing no longer “led to sex” but was tolerated and even encouraged. Frequenting the movies was now acceptable and we weren’t sent on the crazy guilt trips that so often plagued us as kids. “What if the rapture takes place while you’re in the theatre?” “Would you want Jesus to find you there?” “The movies are so loud you might not hear the trumpet.”

Now, over 50 years later, I’m grappling with the same problems although I sense I’m in the minority now. To voice my disapproval of these vices dates me and entrenches me firmly in the old-fashioned camp. It seems that most Christians feel I need to be liberated – set free.

Is there a balance between legalism and liberty? Of course there is! My problem is in suggesting that everyone should find the same middle ground as I seek to discover. Friends who agree with my warped view become friends for life. Others continue to be suspect.

I need to be constantly reminded of the apostle Paul’s words when he wrote the Corinthian believers. The Amplified Bible renders it this way, “All things are legitimate [permissible--and we are free to do anything we please], but not all things are helpful (expedient, profitable, and wholesome). All things are legitimate, but not all things are constructive [to character] and edifying [to spiritual life].”

So I continue to struggle, seeking to keep my legalistic tendencies to myself without imposing my rules of conduct on others. When asked recently to join other Christian men for an evening of “wings and beer” the sounds of battle began to rumble within. Fortunately I was busy doing “profitable” things that evening and my legalism could again be masked and my absence excused. How long will the war continue?

“Help! My name is David and I’m still a legalist…but I’m getting better…I think…I pray.”

Hues

2008-07-13T16:42:00.003-04:00

Hues of green and gray and white
Splashed together - what a sight!
Only God's creative act
Forms such beauty
That's a fact!

~ David W. Fisher, July 2008

Slipping Into the Shadows

2008-06-17T20:02:00.003-04:00

Darkness surrounds me
Discouragement buffets me
Despair is waiting just 'round the next bend,
Can't seem to shake it
Don't want to fake it
Slipping into the shadows
Where fear bares its teeth.

Nothing excites me
Everything frightens me
When will this cloudy sky turn into blue?
Frustrated, angry
Wondering...why me
Groping round in the shadows
God's hiding from me.

This is the heartcry
Of many who pass by
How can I ever escape from this pain?
Father can see you
Jesus will free you
From dark, fearful shadows and
Fill you with Light.

- David W. Fisher - June 16th, 2008

Dark Night

2008-06-01T20:46:00.001-04:00

Tossing, turning
Can’t get to sleep
Rehearsing what may happen
But never does.
Every hour
On the hour
Will morning ever come?
Suddenly night is gone
A new day has broken
I arise and
Put on my clothes
But can’t
Put off the blackness.
Friends come alongside
Some understand
Others don’t.
I write when
Nothing else helps.
I wrote an author
Who understands.
Just that simple act
That only took five minutes
Lifted the burden
Tore away the curtain
That veiled His face.
Rain began to fall
Outside my window
But the sunshine of
God’s love
Beat upon my spirit.
I had turned the corner
I would be alright.
God is still on the throne
He will care for His own
He did today
He will tomorrow.
I will rest in peace
Tonight.
Because God will be up
All night
And I gave Him
My concerns.
Good night!

~ David W. Fisher - 2007

Seasons Change...God Doesn't

2008-05-06T13:49:00.005-04:00

Thank you Saija for this excellent graphic!

As I read these words, "He changes times and seasons" my poetic juices began to gurgle beneath the surface...

He changes times and seasons
According to His will
He always has His reasons
And they are best but still...

We question things and wonder
Why God allows the pain
The storms, the rain, the thunder
Are meant but for our gain.

The icy cold of winter
Yields to the warmth of spring
Our trials though they seem bitter
Will end and sweetness bring.

God changes times and seasons
And when the pain we've stood
We'll learn the Father's reasons
He planned them for our good!

~ David W. Fisher, May 2008

Night Sounds

2008-04-02T19:27:00.006-04:00

Four nights a week I arrive at my job at Christian Horizons, visit with the staff briefly, check the communications book and go to bed. Sounds easy? Usually it is!

I’m there as a back-up for the Night Awake staff who prepare meals for the next day, tidy up, do laundry and make themselves available should one of the individuals we serve wake up and need assistance.

Our home is very unique. We presently have three men living there and that number will increase to five in the next month or two. All of the men are coming from institutions where they would not have received the loving care and support that Christian Horizons provides.

Often my sleep is interrupted when the night staff person is called to tend to an individual. I lay there quietly listening. Some of the men we serve aren’t verbal so it’s usually a one way conversation – a monologue.

I’ve been deeply touched and richly blessed by what I’ve overheard. As I’ve eavesdropped on these “night sounds” I’ve sensed a warm, compassionate spirit on the part of the staff. Usually what they’re called on the do in the middle of the night isn’t pleasant. Stripping wet bedding and sponge bathing or showering one of our men after an “accident” is commonplace there.

Often I’ve been rebuked in my own spirit as I’ve pondered what my reaction might be if the tables were turned. If I was “ministering” to their needs and another staff member was comfortably laying in bed? Would I resent the interruptions to my middle-of-the-night schedule? Sad to say, I likely would.

I’ve also been wondering how Jesus Himself would treat these special individuals, His creation, His people. By faith I can see the loving look in His eyes, feel the tender touch of His hands and detect the warmth in His voice. The Great Shepherd of the sheep would lavish His love and kindness on these men.

Each morning I’m awakened when the 6:00 a.m. staff person arrives. He or she assists the one who has spent the night serving. As they interact between themselves and together carry on the work God has called them to, I again sense true Christian love emanating from these caregivers.

Don’t get me wrong! I’m not trying to say that our staff are always “saints” and never get frustrated. Of course they’re not and of course they do. But, as a rule, I’ve been listening in on some pretty powerful “night sounds” that have significantly impacted me.

I’m reminded of the words of the compassionate but confronting Jesus who once said, “Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.” – Matthew 25:40 (NASB)

“Thank You, Father, that I’ve been placed in a position where I can see and hear Your love demonstrated in tangible ways. May the love of Jesus be sensed by these individuals who all too often have been shoved to the sidelines. May our hands be Your hands reaching out. AMEN!”

Gray

2008-03-31T22:01:00.009-04:00

Today was gray! Dull! Lifeless! Lacking vitality! The kind of day when you’d rather sleep than be outside…or look outside.

A suicide sky! No trace of the sun! Nothing! Just a wet, muddy, chilled-to-the-bone, damp existence!

How does anyone rise about this soupy, insipid stuff? A cold porridge kind of day. Imagine 365 days of this. I can’t.

Hope reigns supreme on these days. Hope that the sun will peak through…maybe tomorrow. Perhaps a bird will grace us with a song. Maybe a crocus will crack through the traces of snow and declare that spring actually IS here.

Life without hope must be unbearable. But we do have hope! Our tomorrows may not always be bathed in sunlight but the Son has arisen in our hearts and He can dispel the gray.

Hurray!

Fighting Off Fear

2008-03-31T21:45:00.012-04:00

Tonight the boys were playing in the side yard. Daylight had bid farewell and dark shadows began to steal across the evening landscape.

Moments later Carol called them to come. No response! Nothing!

We jammed on our boots and trudged through deep drifts of still-lingering snow. We could stay on top of the hardened snow for a dozen steps and then, without warning, sink into the depths. Hope was sinking too.

With repeated calling out of their names we hurried, fast as we could, to the creek which traverses the corner of our lot. Fear was taking control. Carol shone the flashlight into the icy water and asked if it was deep enough for someone to drown. She hated my answer.

Still calling out, we continued our search. Each step wore us down both physically and emotionally. Carol begged me to pray. I did! Where could they be? They were just in the yard minutes ago.

Fighting off the impending terror we stumbled back to the house, begging God that two boys would await us. We made it back but they hadn’t. No coats, no boots, no boys.

Just as we reached for the phone to call 911 they appeared under the spotlight in the front corner of the yard. We were relieved beyond belief. They were reprimanded sternly.

But they were home! Safe! The terror slipped off into the shadows. We cried.

"Father, when we stray does it break Your heart? Do You celebrate when we return? Keep us close, O God. AMEN!"

Reflections on "Good" Friday

2008-03-21T07:28:00.013-04:00

GOOD FRIDAY

How could a day so dark and gruesome
Ever be described as “good”?
When the sinless, spotless Jesus
Gave His all, His life, His blood.

But, ah, the “good” accrued to sinners
We, ourselves, deserved to die;
But the blood of His atonement
Rent the veil and brought us nigh.

Now we stand, redeemed, forgiven,
Ransomed, justified and free;
Guaranteed a place in heaven
With the King eternally.

All the “good” that we could muster
Never could our sin debt pay;
But by trusting in His merit
We have LIFE this “Good Friday”.

~ David W. Fisher, March 21st, 2008

Lunches That Make a Difference

2008-02-29T17:42:00.008-05:00

According to my wife Carol, the best thing about summer holidays, Christmas and March break is the hiatus from preparing school lunches.

“What do I pack today? What will Matthew eat?” The kids bring half of what Carol packs back home or trade good food for junk. Much of the food that leaves our home never enters our kids’ stomachs. At least that’s what we suspect.

I know that other moms share the same frustrations. Why can’t every school have a cafeteria so someone else can plan nutritional meals…and prepare them?

Two thousand years ago a young mother prepared a snack for a young boy as he left for a day of hiking and, as it turned out, sharing his lunch. Little did mother know - as she baked those barley loaves and salted the previous day’s catch of fish - that her son would voluntarily share his meal.

When the disciple Andrew approached him on the Galilean hillside he willingly gave up his packed lunch and before the afternoon was over, Jesus had fed thousands with those five loaves and two small fi

Jesus has a knack for taking the mundane and turning it into the miraculous. Give him one meagre lunch and He’ll feed a multitude. Give Him a broken life, He’ll mend it and make it into something beautif

Give Jesus your life, your struggles, your pain, your heartaches, your unanswered questions and yes, even your lunches, and allow Him to transform them and you. That’s what He came to d

“I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.” – John 10:10(b) KJV

Note: This article appeared recently in Kimberley Payne's TODAY'S FAITH column in the Millbrook Times.

The God of Elijah

2008-02-07T11:06:00.000-05:00

The wicked king Ahab
Makes others' sins pale
He’s forsaken My ways
And now worships Baal.

Get over to Kerith
And there by the creek
I’ll send you your groceries
Each day, not each week.

Don’t question the method
I use to send bread
These scavenger ravens
Will do what I’ve said.

The drought you have forecast
Will dry up the land
There’ll be no more water
Except by My hand.

Just wait there and trust me
Be patient and true
In the fullness of time
You’ll know what to do.

A Zarephath widow
And her only son
Will offer you lodging
But wait, I’m not done.

In the midst of the drought
There’ll be flour and oil
Enough for each day
And it never will spoil.

And there you will see
My great power and might
So trust me today
Don’t give up the fight.

Now just like Elijah
The prophet of old
My people can trust me
With faith strong and bold

I’m Jehovah Jireh
Your needs I’ll provide
I’m sovereign and faithful
I’ll walk by your side.

So lay aside doubting
Your burdens I’ll bear
The Lord God Almighty
Has you in His care.

David W. Fisher
February 8th, 2008

NOTE: This poem was written this week while preparing to speak on a passage from 1 Kings 16 & 17. I've always been encouraged by the story of Elijah being fed by ravens.

A New Day

2008-01-29T20:17:00.000-05:00

This incredible sunrise photo appeared on my friend Stephen Weber's devotional web site Daily Encouragement today. Just seeing the picture caused the following lines to well up in my spirit. I trust they will bless you. Check out Stephen's site here.

SUNRISE

The sun arose this morning
And God is on His throne
No need to fret or worry
The Father loves His own.

So bid farewell to doubting
And welcome trust anew
Rest in the truth of scripture...
The Father cares for YOU!

~ David W. Fisher
January 29th, 2008

Mighty To Save

2008-01-28T18:41:00.000-05:00

The last hour of sleep is often my best time of the night. This morning, after a fitful sleep I awoke with a song in my heart. Quickly I typed out the lyrics on the computer before the events of the day could wipe my hard-drive (brain) clear. I was refreshed and encouraged as I sang the tune over and over in my head.

Driving home an hour later I had the lyrics for the chorus and, again, went straight to my computer to enter the data.

When I arrived home from my doctor's appointment in Toronto this afternoon I got out my trusted SONY and tried to film the Pilgrim (me) playing my song at the keyboard. That's when my technical know-how hit a brick wall so you'll have to wait for the video (at 11) or later.

Here are the lyrics, dear friends, and I trust that they will be a blessing:

MIGHTY TO SAVE

Stumbling through this pilgrim land
Holding to His nail-scarred hand
Confident that victory has been assured.
As I face each fiery trial
Challenges with every mile
But praise God it's by His grace I have endured.

Heaven's gates are now in sight
Where the risen Lamb's the Light
And my Jesus waits to welcome me I know
So 'til then I'll watch and pray
Trusting Him to lead the way
Telling others why I love my Saviour so.

Chorus:

I know He walks with me
Thrilled that He talks with me
On this long journey
From the cradle to the grave
The all-sufficient One
God's well-beloved Son
He's my Redeemer and
He's mighty to save.
He's my Redeemer and
He's mighty to save.

(repeat chorus)

~ David W. Fisher
January 28th, 2008

In Praise of Plodders

2008-01-17T23:26:00.000-05:00

One of Warren Wiersbe's many books is entitled "In Praise of Plodders."

I'm grateful that somebody sees something worthwhile in plodding because that's what I've been doing this week. It seems like nothing has been accomplished. The week appears to be a write-off in human terms but God has, no doubt, sovereignly seen something of value and that's what counts.

Plodding...

A plodding pilgrim
Heading homeward
Looking to Jesus but...
At times distracted
Rejoicing often but...
Not always
Trusting daily but...
Doubting often
Growing weary but...
Never quitting
You've been there?
Me too!

Tribute to a Friend

2008-01-17T09:07:00.000-05:00

Recently I conducted the Memorial Service for my dear friend Watson Atkinson. He went to be with the Lord following a massive heart attack suffered while visiting in the Philippines. Watson was buried over there but his memorial service was held here at our (and their) home church, Auburn Bible Chapel.

Please pray for Watson's wife Noemi and their daughter Jenalyn as they continue to grieve the loss of a husband and father.

I wrote the following poem/song while preparing my message for the service. Watson had a real heart for World Missions so the first stanza can be taken two different ways. He was "ready to go" if the Lord should call him "home" but always "ready to go" if He sensed the Lord's call to a foreign land.

Anyhow, here's that poem I penned:

Ready to go if my Saviour should call me
Ready to go to that land far away
Ready to bow at the feet of my Master
Ready to go and it may be today.

Now I am feasting on manna from heaven
Now I am looking on His lovely face
O what a wonder that Jesus has saved me
Only because of His marvellous grace.

I know that you are now grieving my passing
And if I could here's what I'd like to say
Don't hold too tight to the things that are fleeting
When you are gone they will all pass away.

O what a thrill just to bask in His glory
Troubles and heartaches are finally o'er
Trust Him today and receive of His goodness
Soon we shall meet on this heavenly shore.

David W. Fisher
January 8th, 2008

Note: The poem/song was written as though Watson were speaking and, knowing him as well as I did, this accurately reflects his heart.

That Night

2007-12-20T10:19:00.001-05:00

What we celebrate:

Mary conceived
Joseph protected
Innkeeper accommodated
Straw cradled
Baby slept
Cattle lowed
Shepherds watched
Angel announced
Shepherds trembled
Angels sang
Shepherds visited
Mary pondered
Salvation birthed
Mankind delivered
Prophecy fulfilled
God smiled.

~ David W. Fisher
December 19/07

My Financial Career

2007-12-12T14:39:00.001-05:00

The following thoughts were posted on Pilgrim Scribblings earlier today:

One of Canada's most recognized writers from a past generation was Stephen Leacock (1869-1944). Born in England, Leacock's family emigrated to Canada and settled on a farm near Sutton, Ontario. Many of his summers were spent in Orillia, Ontario, not too far from where I live.

The short piece of Leacock's work that I recall most vividly is his "My Financial Career." Check it out here. Banks and Leacock weren't good friends. Likely enemies. I can relate! My first job after graduating from my 2nd year in Grade 12 was with the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce. I persevered for two months then made a withdrawal. I removed myself from the bank and deposited myself in the family business for 7 years before buying the local Christian bookstore which I kept afloat with God's help for 15 years with frequent visits to the bank manager. How I despised those visits!

When you live on the edge, with no visible means of support, eking out a hand to mouth (God's hand to my mouth) existence, banks can be a life saver or a curse. You're always waiting for "the call" when the crusty clerk calls to say that your cheque was made of rubber. The bank statements arrive in the mail and you quickly shred them and line the bird cage with the pieces. You never read them. You hate bad news!

With modern technology we can stick a plastic card in a metal machine and get paper money for free or at least that's what my kids think. Insert the card, enter your PIN and the amount needed than pray fervently that NOT APPROVED doesn't flash on the screen. I've seen those dreaded words far too often., this morning for example, and this may have prompted me to write this post.

You only have $5.00 left in your pocket and you need gas in the car. You know your credit card is maxed, your chequing account is taxed and you have to make a choice. Rather than suffer embarassment twice you choose to pay cash and go without milk. How come the outstanding balance owing on your card is always higher than you thought and the available balance in your bank account is always lower than you guessed?

It's not that the bank employees I've dealt with in recent years have been hard to deal with. On the contrary they have been exceptional. They had to be to deal with me! All twelve managers in the last eight years have been understanding women. Not a guy in the group. I wonder why. Of course it takes a month or two to explain what "living by faith" is all about. A foreign concept. You work but you might not get paid. Such uncertainty! When the tellers see me coming they know that I either have to do some juggling or another miracle has happened. Some unknown donor has taken pity and sent along a charitable gift.

Will there be financial institutions in heaven? I'm banking on the assurance that there won't be any such thing. I pray that there won't be. No need! The Giver of every good and perfect gift will be enthroned there. We will have all we need...in Him.

'Til then I guess I have to make my treks to the TD Canada Trust after waiting for the mailman's miracle deliveries either to make a deposit or arrange a loan to carry me 'til the next miracle.

Am I stressed? YES! Do I need to be? NO!

I've been writing this while waiting for the mailman to arrive. It's two o'clock. He should arrive soon. Maybe this is the day!

Excuse me while I check the mailbox.

AND PLEASE PRAY...

THANKS!

An Atheist's Lament

2007-11-22T20:26:00.001-05:00

Tonight I put a few lines together and called it An Atheist's Lament on Thanksgiving Day. How sad it must be to have so much and yet not believe in the God who is the giver of every good and perfect gift. Sad to say, the words of this poem could be true of many people during this Thanksgiving season.

Today I am thankful for friends and great food,
I don't have to work so I'm in a good mood;
Our family will be here and we'll watch the game
We'll be feasting on turkey, it's always the same.

And when it's all over, I've said my "goodbyes"
I'm sick to my stomach, I've got bloodshot eyes;
The bottles are empty and my mind is blank
But saddest of all...I've got no one to thank!

Note: For the believing Christian, Thanksgiving should be one of the most joyous days of the year. The Father has blessed us bountifully and we have so much to praise and thank Him for.

Sin Soup

2007-11-17T21:55:00.000-05:00

Last night I began reading Jerry Bridges new book, Respectable Sins. I was reminded again that we tend to categorize sin and use synonyms that make the word "sin" more palatable. SIN is SIN! Don't fool yourself! Call it what it is! We can't escape its reality but we can get freedom over its clutches.

I've had an idea percolating in my mind all day and I've finally put it in writing. I'm serving it up here for all to sample.

Here's that little rhyme mixed with some thyme:

Misdemeanours, mistakes, misdeeds, indiscretions,
Mix them together and add some transgressions;
Throw in some seasoning to make them more tasty,
Boil, then let simmer, now don't get too hasty.
When you smell the aroma from the things you've put in
Just take off the lid, there's a pot filled with SIN.

~ David W. Fisher
November 17th, 2007

The Rocky Black & White

2007-09-24T23:46:00.001-04:00

The rocky black and white

Stark against the clouds

Can leave me cold and damp

While it the brightness shrouds

But far above the jagged rocks

God is enthroned and hears the knocks

When I am overcome with fear

And long to sense Him close and near

He answers with a powerful word

And I'm at peace...

Thus saith the Lord.

~ David, September 24th, 2007

Autumn Splendor

2007-09-24T23:31:00.001-04:00

Crispy fallen leaves blanket the forest floor
Sun beams catch the rising mist
making it suddenly visible
Cooler air filters through the wooded bush
Squirrels scurry to bury their new-found treasures
Summer is over and we can't call it back
Autumn has arrived.
If only we could freeze it before the
Real deep freeze arrives.
Fall beauty is unsurpassed
Seasons change
God doesn't
He is immutable
And I'm thankful
For that!

~ David

Pilgrim Reflections

2007-09-14T23:30:00.001-04:00

Reflections as I close another day on life's pilgrimage:

The journey's long, the going tough
And oft' the pathway's very rough
But sovereign grace will be enough
'Til I get home.

The storms may rage, the billows roll
And fears assail my troubled soul
But I won't let them take their toll
While here I roam.

The Lord is strong and holds my hand
And while I sojourn in this land
A member of the pilgrim band
I'm nearing home.

Encouraged by my brother's prayers
That lift me o'er my daily cares
Every burden Christ now bears
'Til I get home.

When I arrive on heaven's shore
The cares of life concern no more
I'll praise my God and Master...for
I'm finally home.

~ David W. Fisher, September 14th, 2007

The Olney Hymns

2007-09-09T23:39:00.001-04:00

While in England earlier this year I picked up a copy of the Olney Hymns, the classic collection of hymns and spiritual songs largely penned by John Newton and William Cowper. The following selection is entitled TEMPTATION and ministered to my spirit again today as I perused the lyrics. ~ David

TEMPTATION

The billows swell, the winds are high,
Clouds overcast my wintry sky;
Out of the depths to Thee I call, --
My fears are great, my strength is small.

O Lord, the pilot's part perform,
And guard and guide me through the storm;
Defend me from each threatening ill,
Control the waves, -- say, "Peace! be still."

Amidst the roaring of the sea
My soul still hangs her hope on Thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.

Dangers of every shape and name
Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.

Though tempest-toss'd and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek;
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shatter'd bark again.

~ William Cowper

Worry? Forget It!

2007-09-06T23:13:00.000-04:00

This morning the following thoughts came to mind as I meditated on Matthew 6:25-34:

Worry...Forget It

I worried 'bout the future
The path I could not see;
I doubted God’s provision
Would He supply my need?

Now after many seasons
His Word has stood the test;
Just seek the Father’s kingdom
And He will add the rest.

Clothing, food and lodging
The Father will provide;
I trust… because He promised
My needs He has supplied!

~ David W. Fisher
September 6th, 2007

Attractive Drabness

2007-08-26T20:28:00.000-04:00

Recently I picked up my spiritual mentor and took him for a drive in the country complete with coffee and a muffin at a nearby Tim Hortons. As we drove we noted the heavy cloud cover and the intermittent patches of blue. It was a cool, September day and my friend commented on the "attractive drabness" of the sky and the surrounding countryside.

We laughed about his choice of words, my friend being the consumate wordsmith...a quality which I value and appreciate. To make matters worse, this gentleman was holding a picture of my wife Carol when he made the "attractive drabness" remark. I told her later and we laughed.

This was an excellent example of an oxymoron... "a figure of speech in which apparently contradictory terms appear together".

Attractive - "pleasing in appearance" (Oxford Dictionary)

Drab - "dull and uninteresting" (Oxford Dictionary)

One of my favorite challenges/pastimes is trying to extract a spiritual concept or precept from the everyday occurences in my life. I'm almost at a loss to find "one" for an "attractive drabness". The only one I can come up with is my perception and appreciation of my Amish brethren. There certainly is an attractiveness (to me at least) in their simple, drab appearance. This, by the way, is a compliment to my Amish and Mennonite friends. Black or gray can be very attractive whether it's a dress being worn or a buggy being driven.

Anyhow, I couldn't let the phrase be only a spoken thought. I'm always compelled to write these thing down for what they're worth.

More on this later!

P. S. Sure was a drab day today!

~ David

Revival

2007-08-24T15:33:00.001-04:00

Our week here at Elim Lodge is coming to a close. Last night we were treated to a dramatic thunder storm. The thunder rattled the windows in our cottage and gave the ground a mighty shake. In the midst of the storm I lay awake with my arm around Nathan (10), comforting him and enjoying the sights and sounds. The Lord game me a poem as I lay there and I got up and write down the words.

Here they are! I trust you will be challenged:

A VOICE IN THE NIGHT

The voice of God thundered in the night sky,
Bringing with it a much-needed rain;
Lightning flashed across the heav’nly highways,
Declaring God’s great glory once again.

Listening as the torrents bathed the parched soil,
A season of refreshing finally here;
O may my hardened heart welcome Thy touch, Lord,
Imparting hope where once reigned doubt and fear.

Renew Your church, O God, send a revival,
A sovereign visitation from on high;
Baptize with fire, give us a holy passion,
Restore our vision, else we’ll surely die.

- David W. Fisher, Elim Lodge, August 24/07

Sitting With My Heroes

2007-08-23T16:54:00.001-04:00

This afternoon I sat by the lake with two excellent books by my two heroes, men of faith whose lives have shaped mine since I was a young man. My companions were HUDSON TAYLOR'S CHOICE SAYINGS and SPIRITUAL SECRETS of GEORGE MULLER (by Roger Steer).

As I perused the pages, fretting about pressing issues, I sensed a refreshing relief...an assurance that I would be alright, that Jehovah-Jireh would provide. The breeze was brisk, the air cool, raindrops occasionally sprayed on the reader from the leaves of nearby trees. But my heart was warmed.

As I rested there I wrote:

Today I sat with friends of old,
Men of purpose, mighty, bold;
As I mused I was refreshed
Reminded that this present test
Will work for my eternal good
And glory bring to our great God.

I rose determined to press on
Regardless of the raging storm,
Knowing that He will provide
Every pressing need supply;
Today, I may the answer see
But, if not, He'll steady me.

Mighty God, I watch and wait
In Your hands I place my fate,
You alone can turn the tide
Setting fear and doubt aside.
I look to You, naught else will do
Lord, my help cometh from You.

- David Fisher, Elim Lodge, August 23/07

CONFIDENCE

2007-08-18T08:08:00.000-04:00

Many years ago I combined two scripture verses into a little chorus. Time and time again this song comes to mind and I sing it to myself (or out loud if nobody is around). The truths contained in these scriptures need to be affirmed often.

Here's the chorus:

Being confident of this one thing...
He who began a work in you
Surely will perform it
'Til the day of Jesus Christ.

For faithful is He who calleth you
Who also will do it.

Being confident of this one thing...
He who began a work in you
Surely will perform it
'Til the day of Jesus Christ.

Note: When I'm brave enough, a God-Tube video version will follow.

Be confident in His working in your life today. He WILL do it!

The verses are Philippians 1:6 - "Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus" and 1 Thessalonians 5:24 - "The one who calls you is faithful and He will do it."

Thoughts On Growing Old

2007-08-12T15:16:00.000-04:00

North Side of 60

My body's growing older

My hair is fading fast;

There's much less of a future

So much of life has passed.

---

Yet life is so exciting

So much still left to do;

God's strength, I know, will aid me

I love Him so! Don't you?

---

He'll take this aging body

With all its aches and pains;

And use it for His glory

Some losses mixed with gains.

---

So as I journey homeward

With His hand clasped 'round mine;

I'll trust the Mighty Shepherd

And His great plan divine.

---

So join me weary pilgrim

And lean upon His word;

Let's share the old, old story

The greatest ever heard.

---

There is no greater pastime

Than walking with the Lord;

So leave your "things" behind you

He is your Great Reward!

~ David W. Fisher, August 2007

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Written during a particularly difficult time when things spiritual, physical, emotional and financial were on a collision course. In the midst of the trial, God's mighty hand was revealed in all His glory! Hallelujah!

Ravens

2007-08-05T21:44:00.000-04:00

Here's another devotional outline which I unearthed recently in one of my theological "digs":

Recently I rode the commuter train into downtown Toronto to afford myself some "quiet time" to recover, reflect and recharge from the rigors of a hectic week. I took my Bible and looked forward to reading the account in 1 Kings 17 of the prophet Elijah being fed at the brook Kerith by ravens.

Settling back into my seat in an almost deserted train car, I opened my Bible and read, "Then the word of the Lord came to Elijah: Leave here, turn eastward and hide in the Kerith Ravine, east of the Jordan. You will drink from the brook, and I have ordered the ravens to feed you there." (1 Kings 17:2-4)

What words of assurance to the prophet! Elijah had informed Ahab that "there will neither dew nor rain in the next few years except at my word." Yet, His God had made provision for his physical needs using brooks and birds. Imagine . . . the Creator of the ravens, commissioning them to bring daily bread to His prophet. "The ravens brought him bread and meat in the morning and bread and meat in the evening, and he drank from the brook." (verse 6).

As I mused on and marveled at the provision of God for Elijah I thought, "Can He not do the same for us today?" Of course He can! Reassured of this, I fell asleep and didn't awake 'til the train pulled into the station, 35 minutes later.

Trust Him today! He is still Jehovah Jireh, our Provider!

Trusting God

2007-08-04T09:06:00.000-04:00

Here are some old sermon notes of mine that I found:

In God We Trust…Or Do We?

TRUST . . . a definition – “assured reliance on the character, strength or truth in someone or something. Confident hope. Confidence, dependence, faith, reliance. Webster’s Dictionary

TRUSTING GOD IS . . .

BELIEVING WHEN I DON'T SEE IT
OBEYING WHEN I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT
GIVING WHEN I DON'T WANT TO LOSE IT
PERSEVERING WHEN I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT
THANKING GOD BEFORE I RECEIVE IT

THE MIDDLE VERSE IN THE BIBLE IS:

“It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man.”
(Psalm 118:9)

SOME KEY VERSES ON TRUSTING GOD:

“Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.” (Psalm 20:7)

“When I am afraid, I will trust in you.” (Psalm 56:3)

“Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord, is my strength and my song.” (Isaiah 12:2)

D. L. Moody’s favorite verse was Isaiah 12:2. He used to say, “You can travel to heaven either 1st class or 2nd class. It’s your choice.
1st class - “ I will trust and NOT be afraid.”
2nd class – “When I am afraid, I will trust you.”
Moody chose to ride FIRST CLASS.

A preacher, traveling through Africa, was forced to sleep outside under the trees, due to all the hotels being full. Wild animals prowled nearby. He thought of the words of Isaiah 12:2 and said to God, “there is no use in both of us being awake tonight” so he laid his head down, trusted God, and had a good night’s rest.

We can and should TRUST GOD for:

1. Daily Bread – our physical needs
2. Direction – what path should we take
3. Discernment - wisdom
4. Destiny – in this life and for eternity

WHAT OR WHO ARE YOU TRUSTING IN TODAY?

Family background, skills, gifts, talents, reputation, money?

OR, ARE YOU TRUSTING IN THE LIVING GOD? He alone is worthy of our trust! You can count on Him. He’ll never let you down. Can you honestly say, In God We Trust?

Divine Conductor

2007-08-04T08:24:00.000-04:00

The following account was written several years ago. It shouldn't amaze me how God is the Master Designer of our lives but, at times, it does. He is the Master Weaver and is making something beautiful from our tattered lives.

I wrote:

The Orchestrations of a Divine Conductor…

It’s amazing how life imitates a symphony orchestra with all its ebbs and flows. The eternal God, of course, is the Master Conductor, crafting a beautiful symphony where discord once reigned. It reminds me of Beatrice Bush Bixler’s old song entitled Life is a Symphony:

Life is a symphony
Since the Man of Galilee
Changed my discords into song
Made life sweet the whole day long
Life is a symphony
Praise the Man of Galilee
No more a stranger
He is the arranger
Of my symphony.

God, in His wisdom, has a plan and a purpose for our lives and orchestrates the events of everyday living to accomplish His ends. We can attest to ways in which a loving God has brought people and events into our lives at strategic times to bring us closer to Himself.

Last year God, through a series of divine appointments, caused a number of lives to intersect in incredible ways to bring encouragement and support to some of His hurting people.

Dan Lane, a young man from Georgetown, ON, discovered that cancer had returned. He and his wife Charlotte went to Florida in early February and, while there, attended a Greater Vision concert at the Word of Life Conference Center in Hudson. Dan and Charlotte shared their story with Gerald Wolfe of Greater Vision and were deeply encouraged by Gerald’s love and compassion.

Later that month I was in Florida to meet with the Toronto Blue Jays during Spring Training. This was at a very difficult time, personally, as I was struggling with much discouragement. Greater Vision’s newly released CD, Live at First Baptist in Atlanta, was mightily used by God to bring me peace and blessing during this time. As a result I e-mailed Gerald Wolfe to tell how their ministry had been such a help. We have continued to stay in touch since then and I met my favorite Southern Gospel trio at a concert in Chambersburg, PA last August.

On the first Sunday of the 2002 Toronto Blue Jays season I was parking my car before entering Skydome to conduct the chapel services. Glen McCaughtry, an usher supervisor at the ballpark, met me as we were both parking. Glen has been a faithful friend and prayer partner and has offered encouragement within the walls of Skydome many times. Glen told me of Dan Lane’s battle with cancer that morning. I had been feeling apprehensive about our chapels knowing that I would not be allowed access to the clubhouse or the field for the first time in 26 years of ministry to the Jays. Glen’s account of Dan’s plight took my attention off “me” and I was able to pray for and focus on someone else, Dan Lane. That meeting in the parking garage was certainly a divine appointment!

I began to pray regularly for the Lanes and discovered that I had met Dan’s parents several years earlier. In May I traveled to Georgetown, Ontario to visit Dan in the hospital, having arranged the meeting with Dan’s parents. Instead of being an encouragement to Dan and Charlotte (both of whom I had never met before), I came away sensing that I had been the one who received the greater blessing. As I left the hospital I encouraged the lady at the front door to visit Dan’s room if she wanted a life-changing experience. Words cannot express the wonderful sense of peace and contentment that I witnessed coming from this young man’s life. Shortly after my visit, Dan was ushered into the presence of the Lord he had come to love so much.

During Dan’s battle another warrior was faithfully praying for Dan and Charlotte, often calling them on the phone to offer support. Roger Neilson, assistant coach with the Ottawa Senators, was in Toronto the day of my visit to Dan’s hospital room. Even though the Senators had a big game against the Leafs that night, Roger had called Dan. Roger, himself, was fighting cancer and still is. God used Roger to bring encouragement to another brother. Isn’t that what the Christian life is all about!

Last December I was collecting e-mails from Roger’s friends (and many who had never met him) in an attempt to encourage him. One of those who wrote to Roger was Charlotte Lane’s father, Peter Allen, who had met Roger many years earlier in Leaside, ON at the ballpark and hockey rink and at The Peoples Church. This man had such respect for Roger as a coach, but more importantly, as a Christian man who lived his faith. Little did he know then that many years later, this same Roger Neilson would be offering support to his daughter and son-in-law. Again, God orchestrated these circumstances to bring about His purposes. The Divine Conductor was at work again.

I’ve stayed in touch with Charlotte through e-mails. Recently she told me of sending encouragement to Roger Neilson anonymously. Again, an indication of how blessing others often results in our own lives being touched.

Last week Roger Neilson was awarded the prestigious Order of Canada in Ottawa by our Governor General. What a man! His battle with cancer continues. People around the world are praying for Roger.

This week Greater Vision will be in Georgetown at the Lane’s home church for the Dan Lane Memorial Concert. Needless to say, I’ll be there. So will Charlotte!

God in his wonderful way brought numerous lives together for His glory. Dan and Charlotte Lane. Dan’s parents, Gary and Cathy Lane Dan’s brother Dustin. Gerald Wolfe, Rodney Griffin and Jason Waldroup of Greater Vision. Glen McCaughtry, my prayer partner. Roger Neilson, a fellow warrior. Charlotte’s dad, Peter Allen and, finally, me. Why me? Why have I been awarded the privilege of listening to this beautiful symphony orchestrated by the King of Glory? I don’t know but what I do know is that my life has been enriched by intersecting with these fellow pilgrims and I praise God for allowing me a glimpse of His incredible workings.

Hallelujah!

- David W. Fisher

Pardoned

2007-08-03T10:38:00.000-04:00

Here's something I wrote in the past at a time when I was rejoicing in the full meaning of the word "pardon".

Half Forgiven or Full Pardon?

Lately I’ve been marveling at the extent of God’s forgiveness. When did you last tell someone that they were partially forgiven? You forgave them for 1/3 of what they did but they will have to indefinitely carry the guilt and shame of the other 2/3? If we don’t treat others this way, how much more forgiving must our Father be!

I’ve been considering a particular phrase that the prophet Isaiah penned so long ago. He urged the wicked sinner to forsake his waywardness and turn to the Lord. The phrase used in the King James Version is “abundantly pardon”. That’s God’s response to our confession and repentance! There’s no stinted measure of forgiveness there! It’s full and complete pardon!

Horatio G. Spafford, after losing his daughters at sea, wrote the lyrics to one of the most beloved hymns of all time, It Is Well With My Soul. Revel with me as you read (and sing along perhaps) the third stanza:

“My sin – O, the bliss of this glorious tho’t-
My sin – not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!”

Half-forgiven? NO! They’ve been cast into the sea of God’s forgetfulness, never to be remembered against us again . . . no more. (Note the double negative).

Rejoice in the Father’s undeserved and unreserved pardon today!

“Let the wicked forsake His way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts, and let him return unto the Lord, and He will have mercy upon him; and to our God; for He will abundantly pardon.” – Isaiah 55:7 (KJV)

What Do You Say?

2007-08-03T10:32:00.000-04:00

The following poem was written several years ago as I was preparing for my chapel time with the Peterborough Petes. Often we wonder what we could possibly say that would encourage and bring hope in certain situations.

I share this poem with the prayer that you will determine to give JESUS to those who have no hope.

Here it is:

WHAT DO YOU SAY?

What do you say to a dying man
His body racked with pain?
All the children miles away
His life-long bride has passed away
This could be his final day
Tell me, what do you say?

What do you say to a little child
Her parents, they don’t care?
She’s living in a foster home
With brothers and sisters not her own
Her mom and dad won’t even phone
Tell me, what do you say?

What do you say to a battered wife
Left on the street alone?
Her husband laughing in a bar
The kids all locked up in the car
There’s a shelter, but it’s too far
Tell me, what do you say?

What do you say to the businessman
When told he’s been let go?
All the years of toil and pain
Has his labor been in vain?
Finding work, his chances wane
Tell me, what do you say?

What DO you say, what CAN you say
What WILL I say, my friends?
What I’ve found and this I share,
When your life is filled with care
Burdens more than you can bear
J E S U S . . . only J E S U S!

Though it may not be today
He will take your cares away
He has told us He’s the Way
Won’t you trust in Him today!
That is what I’ve got to say ...
J E S U S . . . only J E S U S!

- David W. Fisher

Scribblings

2007-08-03T10:24:00.000-04:00

The following "scribbling" was written back in March 2003 during a time of deep trial:

Dear Friend:

Greetings from another pilgrim as we travel “home”. The road sure seems long and rough at times doesn’t it! I’ve been scuffling a bit lately, discouraged with the happenings of the daily grind. Why are things so difficult? Why do the heavens feel like brass so often? I know that God is there. He hasn’t moved. He still beckons us to “come unto Him” and we will find rest for our souls. Recently I read a quote that goes something like this: “God will write over our days, ‘Will explain later’.” Is that enough encouragement to continue on? It has helped me!

Whether the issues are financial, emotional, relational, physical, spiritual (or whatever they might be), our Father knows all about them. Although we are often paralysed by these “things” that make the journey “home” so discouraging at times, the touch of God upon our lives and the comfort of His everlasting arms can nudge us closer to the finish line.

Dear friend, as we continue along towards “home”, may it be a comfort to know that we are walking together. We WILL make it! God has not turned His face away from us and our predicament. He is still there, cheering us on, even though the “stuff” we’re dealing with almost deafens us to His tender, gentle voice. One of my favorite hymn writers, William Cowper, was plagued with depression for much of his life, even though he enjoyed a closeness with his God. Recently I bought a biography of him and have been encouraged to know that others who have gone before have fought similar battles. Hear some of his lyrics:

“Amidst the roaring of the sea,
My soul still hangs her hope on Thee;
Thy constant love, Thy Faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.”

And again, he writes:

“Ye weary saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread;
Are big with mercies and shall break
With blessings on thy head.”

And finally:

“The dearest idol I have known,
Whate’er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy Throne.
And worship only thee.”

And so, we fix our eyes on Him although at times our view is dimmed by tears. He beckons us from the grandstand of heaven. Our family and friends who’ve gone on before cheer us on. Let’s take each other’s hand and walk together. You are loved by Him and by this fellow pilgrim!

Carried in the arms of a mighty God,

- David W. Fisher

Sowing the Seed

2007-08-03T10:18:00.000-04:00

The following devotional is one of several I wrote for SPORTS SPECTRUM magazine several years ago:

“I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God made it grow.” – 1 Corinthians 3:6

Sowing and Reaping

When Joe Johnson was traded to the Toronto Blue Jays in 1986 he didn’t realize the impact he would have. The following spring Joe spoke at an outreach breakfast. Jim Florada, an elderly man from Oneida, NY, attended and was moved by Joe’s testimony. He later expressed a desire to invite Christ into his life and asked if I would help him. In the meantime Joe Johnson was demoted to the Jays’ AAA team in Syracuse, NY. Joe agreed to meet with Jim, myself and teammate Don Gordon following a ballgame. In the early hours of the morning, Joe Johnson led Jim in the sinner’s prayer and he committed his life to Christ. God uses various people to sow the seed, others water it but it’s God who brings about the harvest. In this case, God used a pitcher to both sow the seed and see it come to fruition.

God only asks that we be sowers of the seed, His Word. He equips us to share the “good news” and provides countless opportunities to do so. Athletes have been given a unique platform from which to do this. Usually we hear of the one God uses to reap the harvest but others beforehand faithfully sowed and watered. Billy Graham’s name is recognized around the world but it was Mordecai Ham who led him to Christ.

I encourage you to pray for opportunities to sow the “good news” today. You’ll be amazed how God will orchestrate events and circumstances so that people are brought to Himself and He gets the glory.

Preparing Your Heart

2007-08-03T09:38:00.000-04:00

Over 20 years ago I penned a short chorus which we often sang at my home church at the time, Edmison Heights Bible Chapel. I was one of several Sunday School pianists and on the Sundays when I played, we would sing the following chorus just before leaving the open session to go to our classes.

The words are familiar, a variation of a well-known Psalm. I often find myself singing the chorus as I go about my everyday activities.

Someday I will record this on You-Tube so you can hear the melody. Until then, may the lyrics be the prayer of your heart:

Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,
Come into His courts with praise;
Lift high the name of Jesus
Look...upon His face.
Quietly we wait before You,
Teach us now we pray;
Lead us to the Fount of Blessing,
Fill us with your love today!

- David W. Fisher

Dark Night of the Soul

2007-08-02T21:35:00.000-04:00

Back in January I penned a brief "post" entitled Dark Night of the Soul. In the midst of our darkness may we experience His deliverance, His delight, His divine presence.

Dark Night of the Soul

Fear

Pain

Panic

Terror

Shaking

Hot Sweats

Desperation

Cold Sweats

Apprehension

Introspection

Uncertainty

Trembling

Heartache

Insomnia

Anxiety

Horror

Dread

Guilt

"The peace of God which passes all understanding shall GUARD and GARRISON your hearts through, Christ Jesus our Lord." - Philippians 4:7

Hammer

2007-08-02T16:29:00.000-04:00

This poem was written several years ago:

I Held The Hammer

I held the hammer
He ransomed me;
I caused Him so much pain
He set me free.
I mocked His holy name,
He still loved me;
My sin had nailed Him there
On Calv’ry’s tree.

Then one day by faith,
I saw Him there;
Bearing my sin and shame
My load of care.
His kind and loving glance
Had caught my eye;
It should have been me
Condemned to die.

He spoke so tenderly,
It pierced my soul;
Why did He care so much
To make me whole?
With tender, loving arms
He embraced me,
Gently He whispered soft…
“Son, come to me.”

Grace so amazing
How sweet the sound;
The hammer that I held
Fell to the ground.
He took the nail from me,
Showed me His hand;
It was for you I died
Redemption’s plan.

Love so amazing
How can it be!
That you my sovereign Lord
Would die for me.
That day I trusted Him
Gave Him my all
And now I follow Him
Heeding His call.

But now the question is…
"What will you do?"
When Jesus shed His blood,
It was for you.
Now as I bid farewell
My earnest plea?
Give Him your heart today
He’ll set you free.

- David W. Fisher

Artwork - "Forgiven" by Thomas Blackshear

Mother

2007-08-02T16:25:00.000-04:00

In recent years I've been writing a tribute to my mother on various occasions...birthday, Mother's Day, etc.

Here is one of those:

Thoughts on “Mother”

You have been mommy, mom and now “mother” to me. I pray that I will never take for granted the blessing of having a godly mother. So many others have lost their “mother” recently. I want to enjoy you and honour you while I have the opportunity. Therefore, I will continue to refer to you as “mother” because you are everything that a true “mother” should be. You gave me a safe, loving home and then introduced me to the One who is preparing a heavenly home. You took me to church rather than sending me. You led by example and gave me all the tools to become a follower of Jesus. When you had lots to criticize me for you loved me unconditionally instead. Now it’s my pleasure to “rise up and call you blessed”.

Lots of love!

- David

Well Marked Bible

2007-08-01T22:15:00.000-04:00

Flipping through my Bible recently, I came across a little poem that I penned back on March 14th, 2005

Here it is:

Speak in Thy stillness
Touch with Thy fullness
Impart Thy holiness
O God I pray.
O may Thy likeness
Displace the darkness
Mercy and goodness
Follow me home.

May that be the prayer of every homeward-bound pilgrim today!

Father's Hand

2007-08-01T19:36:00.000-04:00

Recently I saw this picture in one of my mother's photo albums and asked her if I could borrow it to post here. This was taken back in 1946 when I was 15 months old. Didn't my father look handsome and manly? He was! Dad has gone "home" to be with our heavenly Father so I don't have him to stand behind me anymore but "my heavenly Father watches over me".

Reminds me of the words of a chorus I wrote way back in the 70's.

Before me, behind me,
Thy hand shall be upon me,
Thy right hand shall lead me
And guide me always.
How precious Thy thoughts Lord
To me, Thy new creation;
Now search me and know me
And lead me to God.

Fall back into Father's arms and rest in Him. He'll stand behind you and strengthen you as you journey on.

"The eternal God is your refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms." - Deuteronomy 33:27

God's Plans

2007-08-01T19:26:00.000-04:00

GOD'S PLANS ARE BEST

Cloudy skies and
Barren trees
Sleepless nights
Upon my knees
Skies like brass and
Losing hope
Where's the help
Throw me a rope
Nothing's working
All's gone wrong
No more singing
No more song
Then a friend
Offers a prayer
Extends a hand
With loving care
God gives the rain
As well as sun
He'll walk with us
'Til day is done
God's plan's involves
Some trials...a test
But this I know
He does what's best.

- David W. Fisher, December 17th, 2006

Royal Subjects

2007-08-01T19:21:00.000-04:00

Driving home from work one day I was rejoicing in the salvation that God has granted at such great cost to Himself.

As I reveled in the Savior's love these words came to me:

Crowned in glory,
Wondrous story,
Now enthroned
Beyond the sky;
We His subjects
Royally ransomed,
Daily catch
His watchful eye!

"For the eyes of the Lord range to and fro throughout the whole earth to shew Himself strong in the behalf of those whose heart is perfect toward Him." - 2 Chronicles 16:9

Rejoice that the King of Glory takes time each day to watch over you, care for you, protect you and refresh you as one of His ransomed children. None of us escapes His loving, watchful eye.

Fitly Spoken

2007-08-01T11:55:00.000-04:00

The following poem came to me as I drove home from work last fall (2006):

A word fitly spoken
To a heart that’s been broken
A list’ning ear ready to hear;
Learning to fashion
A touch of compassion
Giving hope where there once
Was such fear.

An encouraging word
Is still too seldom heard
As trials are faced ev’ry day;
So speak words of love
That are birthed from above
From the Giver of life
Christ, the Way.

He brings healing and peace
Sweet joy and release
From the burdens that
Once held us bound;
So trust Him today
And then you can say
I was lost but, praise God,
Now I’m found!

- David W. Fisher, November 11th, 2006

"A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver." - Proverbs 25:11 (NKJV)

The Old Homestead

2007-08-01T11:47:00.000-04:00

Last Christmas (2006) I wrote a poem for mom concerning the home she has lived in and maintained since 1946. What a blessing to have a wonderful place to "come home to"! It's sixty (60) years since we moved in. I was only a year old so I don't remember moving day but I have many, many fond memories of The Old Homestead.

Four of the five verses in the poem are written from a different perspective. The first is what you see when you approach the house from the north. The second is coming from the east, the third from the west and the fourth from the south where Little Lake sits. The last verse is a tribute to my mother, of course. Hope you enjoy it. Mom sure did!

The Old Homestead (1946 – 2006)
Celebrating 60 years of memories…

Down Rogers Street
And cross the tracks
You’ll see the ol’ homestead;
With long white fence
Inviting doors
And shingles that are red.

Ashburnham Drive
Then cross the bridge
There stands our mother’s home
A welcome place
To come back to
Wherever you may roam.

When driving east
From Burnham Street
The house comes into view
Reminding us
Of memories past
I love that house don’t you!

Then coming up
From Little Lake
We see that big back yard
Where we would play
In good old days
When times weren’t quite so hard.

Six kids were raised
In that great home
That’s where we got our start
A cozy place
Adorned with grace
And love from mother’s heart.

David W. Fisher - December 2006

Changing Places

2007-08-01T11:38:00.000-04:00

Teetering on the precipice
O God…don’t let me slip…
Just above the murky mire
Begging You to take me higher...
Free me from this hellish place...
Where darkness hides
Your radiant face.

Father as I contemplate
Reviewing where I am…
This is not what I’d have planned
But I’m held by Your strong hand...
Keep me in this scary place...
Where all I have is sovereign grace.

Learning here to trust Your heart
With nothing left but You…
The vain things that charmed me most
Gradually have all been lost...
Lord I love this sacred place...
Where we commune now…
Face to face.

- David W. Fisher

1st verse – April 14th, 2007
2nd & 3rd verses – April 15th, 2007

Night Thoughts

2007-08-01T11:33:00.001-04:00

Tossing, turning
Can’t get to sleep
Rehearsing what may happen
But never does.
Every hour
On the hour
Will morning ever come?
Suddenly night is gone
A new day has broken
I arise and
Put on my clothes
But can’t
Put off the blackness.
Friends come alongside
Some understand
Others don’t.
I write when
Nothing else helps.
I wrote an author
Who understands.
Just that simple act
That only took five minutes
Lifted the burden
Tore away the curtain
That veiled His face.
Rain began to fall
Outside my window
But the sunshine of God’s love
Beat upon my spirit.
I had turned the corner
I would be alright.
God is still on the throne
He will care for His own
He did today
He will tomorrow.
I will rest in peace
Tonight
Because God will be up
All night
And I gave Him
My concerns.
Good night!

- David W. Fisher

Tractor Tunes

2007-08-01T08:04:00.000-04:00

This reflection was posted on Pilgrim Scribblings several years ago:

Recently I was cutting the grass when I experienced one of my panic attacks. Perhaps I should have parked the tractor but instead I began praying (it was a desperate cry of "HELP") and seeking God's face. As I circled the lawn the Lord brought a sense of peace, giving me both the lyrics and melody of a chorus of praise, straight from His heart.

An hour later I got off the tractor, came inside, and sat down at the piano. As I played and sang this "new song" I was filled with gratitude to a God who heard my cry, gave me His touch of encouragement and lifted my troubled spirit. Since that encounter I have quietly offered the song back to the Lord as an act of worship . . . many times.

Let me share the words with the prayer that you, too, will be encouraged. Our God is Jehovah-Jireh and He will provide for us! Often we have to wait (and some of us worry) but His promises remain true and steadfast. Let's journey together, hand in hand with Jesus!

JESUS, MY FRIEND

He helped me yesterday, I know He’ll do the same again;
He will provide, He’s such a wonderful Friend.
His Word declares His faithfulness will never end.
This Friend Divine, His name is Jesus.
This Friend is mine, His name is Jesus.

(repeat chorus, singing the words back to Jesus)

You helped me yesterday, I know You’ll do the same again;
You will provide, You’re such a wonderful Friend.
Your Word declares Your faithfulness will never end.
I’ll praise Your name, the name of Jesus!
I love You so, my precious Jesus!

(This song is dedicated to my friend and mentor, Paul Collet, who has walked with me and prayed with me over the past 5 years.)

Changing Seasons

2007-08-01T07:03:00.000-04:00

On Labor Day 2004, I penned the following lines at Elim Lodge, the Christian Conference Centre where I serve on the board. I was saddened by the fact that summer was over and a long, cold winter was staring me in the face. I thought the following summer would never arrive. Well it came quickly and now it's over. Again I'm thinking that my favorite time of year is 9 months away. But, like last fall, winter and spring, the days will fly past and we'll be welcoming the summer conference season again. Our boys love Elim! They can swim, play in the park, swim, go to the Snackery, swim, eat in the Dining Hall and, did I mention swimming?

Here are those lines:

Guests are leaving
Leaves are falling
Fall is coming
Summer's gone!

Reminds me of a couple of scriptures. I can't give the chapter and verse right now but they go something like this..."The summer is over and we're still not saved.""Redeeming the time because the days are evil."Yes, time is quickly passing so we must work while it is light because the night is coming when no man can work. Let's take every opportunity to live godly lives before our family, friends, workmates and others and when the opportunity arises, tell them of Jesus and His great love.

Time is passing...

Forest Walk

2007-08-01T06:53:00.000-04:00

No one in the forest
But my Lord and me;
Walking in the coolness
'Neath the shady trees.

Hand in hand with Jesus
As we walk along;
Troubled when I started
Now I have a song.

Lonely, tired, discouraged
Are you that today?
Take a walk with Jesus
On the narrow way.

Let His arms enfold you
As you journey home;
He will guide you safely
Never more to roam.

He's the gentle shepherd
You, the wand'ring lamb;
Walking home with Jesus
He's the great "I AM"!

- David Fisher, October 20/05

There Was No Song

2007-08-01T06:43:00.000-04:00

Note: The following song/poem was birthed in my spirit today as I thought of the "songs in the night" that the Lord so graciously gives me. Last night, when I awoke, there was no song, and that prompted my subsequent reflections. I'm so grateful for the words of the blind hymnwriter of a bygone day, Fanny Crosby, who penned these marvelous words:

"I know I shall see in His beauty,
The King in whose law in delight.
Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps
And giveth me songs in the night."

Here's my song:

There was no song
In David’s town that evening;
Where God incarnate
Graced a rustic stall.
Tired and taxed they came
For Caesar’s census;
So unaware that roy’lty
Would call.

Then angels told
The shepherds of His coming;
They came to see
Emmanuel, God’s Son.
That dark, cold night
Welcomed Christ the Savior;
And glory reigned
Before the night was done.

He came to bring
Salvation and forgiveness;
For which the world
Had waited for so long.
The Christ of God
The Hope of all the ages;
Brought peace on earth
And birthed a brand new song.

And now by faith
In Christ the King of Glory;
We are assured one day
In heav’n a place.
‘Til then we’ll journey
On our way rejoicing;
And some day soon
We’ll see Him face to face.

The trials endured
As pilgrims heading homeward;
Are temporary and
Will not last too long.
So hand in hand
We’ll cross the final valley;
Eyes fixed on “home”
We sing redemption’s song.

- David W. Fisher (December 13th, 2004)

Pilgrim Musings

2007-08-01T06:39:00.000-04:00

Here are a few thoughts I penned several years ago:

As I sit here in my “safe place”, my attic office in my grandparents’ home, I’m at the same time filled with gratitude to our eternal God and troubled with an anxious heart. The cares of this life can bring us low and render us supposedly powerless.

As I write, I’m very conscious of the unrest that surrounds us in the world. Every day I hear of God’s people who are struggling with various issues in their lives. Prodigal children, unemployment, sickness, broken relationships . . . the list goes on and on. People are afraid!

But, in the midst of the trials, God is an ever-present help. He has not abandoned us. “The eternal God is your refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms.” Deuteronomy 33:27. As I write these scrambled thoughts, I’m listening to a CD which is bringing great comfort and encouragement. It is entitled, “Comfort, Peace and Hope”. A narrator reads scriptures that lift the soul. Instrumental music provides a soothing background.

One of the scriptures that brought particular blessing to me is found in Proverbs 12:25. “An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up.” As I meditate, pray and wait on God, I am reminded of the compelling call of God upon my life . . . to write letters, cards and notes of encouragement. I cannot escape His command to write. When I fail to carry out His mandate on my life, I’m discouraged, troubled and defeated. When I write, I feel His pleasure.

This morning I am reminded that I often write out of my own personal hurts and pain. Discouragement is an ever-present companion it seems. Not a friend whose company I enjoy, but the more despair I sense personally, the more I’m urged to write to others. Another scripture that moves my heart as I write is penned by the prophet Isaiah who wrote, “Fear not, for I have redeemed you: I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.” (Isaiah 43:1(b)-3(a)

And finally, two verses from Peter’s first epistle . . . “Cast all your anxiety on Him, because he cares for you” (1 Peter 5:7) “And the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will Himself restore you and make your strong, firm and steadfast. To Him be the power for ever and ever. Amen.” (1 Peter 5:10,11)

Be encouraged today, dear friend! We have an awesome, loving God who carries us in His everlasting arms. Fall back into His arms today and give Him all your cares. He cares for you!

Mother's House

2007-08-01T06:33:00.000-04:00

The following was written for my mother as an anniversary gift on what would have been her 57th wedding anniversary. Dad went home to be with the Lord on May 21st, 1992. Mom is still doing well and will celebrated her 82nd birthday on January 7th, 2007.

Unconditional love,
a listening ear,
concern for what the kids are doing,
encouragement in stressful times,
the latest family news,
updates from the mission field,
a piano waiting to be played,
a challenging game of Scrabble,
hang a picture or two,
pick a book up off the shelf to borrow for awhile,
a smile,
a hug,
a cookie or two.
This is what I’ve come to find at . . .
Mother’s House!

Thanks, Mom!

– David

May 12, 2001

Intercessor

2007-08-01T06:30:00.000-04:00

Our Great High Priest above,
In righteousness arrayed;
Presents our every need to God
Before we've even prayed.

Jehovah is His name,
Our needs He will provide;
His Word declares it to be true
And He has never lied.

- David W. Fisher

King Of Glory

2007-08-01T06:26:00.000-04:00

King of Glory, Friend Divine,
Lover of this heart of mine.
Come this moment, whisper ‘peace’,
And may all my striving cease.
Teach me more of Your great love,
Cleanse me, fill me,
Heavenly Dove.

- David W. Fisher

The Lord gave me this poem during a particularly difficult time on my pilgrimmage "home". May this prayer be yours as well as we travel together.

Breath of God

2007-08-01T06:23:00.000-04:00

Holy Spirit, Breath of God
Ignite my cold, hard heart;
O may the things that charm me most
Be subject to Thee, Heav’nly Host
Give me a burden for the lost
Thy Holy Flame impart.

Holy Spirit, Teacher, Guide
Remove the scales I pray;
O may I more of Jesus see
Be willing Lord to bend the knee
Remove the chains and set me free
Thy will be done today.

Holy Spirit, Fire of God
Convicting me of sin;
O may the coals that dormant lay
Be fanned to flame to show the way
Open my ears to hear Thee say
“The battle’s mine, WE WIN!”

- David W. Fisher, July 8th, 2007

Basking In The Father's Love

2007-08-01T06:18:00.000-04:00

Basking in the Father's love,
Beams of mercy from above;
Daily His great promise prove,
I am His!

He has bought me, saving grace,
Given me in heav'n a place;
One day soon I'll see His face,
I am His!

When my ship the storm assails
Then His promise never fails;
He is there 'midst fiercest gales,
I am His!

Soon this journey will be o'er,
And I'm safe on heaven's shore;
There abide for evermore,
He is mine!

- David W. Fisher - March 7th, 2007

On sitting in the cathedral close in Exeter, England waiting for Roger Steer

Sanctuary of the Heart

2007-08-01T06:11:00.000-04:00

We worship in cathedrals
Tow’ring steeples, organs grand,
Or as the desert mystics
On the wastelands swept with sand.
We hear His voice in forests
As leaves rustle in the breeze
Or pray in tiny closets
In the darkness…on our knees.
We stand beside the ocean
As the mighty billows roll,
Or stand in awe as sunset
Brings deep pleasure to our soul.
We listen to the preacher
As God’s Word he does impart,
But the source of all true worship…
The sanctuary of the heart!

- David W. Fisher, July 2005

"Above all guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life." - Proverbs 4:23 (NIV)