Posted on 05/26/2016 6:21:41 PM PDT by stars & stripes forever
On January 13, 1947, U.S. Senate Chaplain Peter Marshall stated:
"The choice before us is plain: Christ or chaos, conviction or compromise, discipline or disintegration.
I am rather tired of hearing about our rights... The time is come to hear about responsibilities...
America's future depends upon her accepting and demonstrating God's government."
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70 short years ago… Amazing
Heaven..what will it be like James 4:13-17
From A Man Called Peter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MExDSAoXNOI
He would be arrested for saying that today; the cispangenderqueer freaks would demand it..
And we choose chaos.
Democrats BOOED the invocation of Christ at their convention.
They should be fired and replaced. How many of the new “reasoned” approach me and BEG for me to tell them the importance of God in our country - And all I have to do is hand them a newspaper.
The nontheistic “enlightened” are so quick to point out that God isn’t necessary in civilization yet here we are - They ask “Why is it so bad?” from the other side of their stupid mouths.
“Wake up!” Our country isn’t a ghetto hell hole BECAUSE of our love of Christ and the following of the word of God.
Thank you for that power clip. O for more who would stand for their faith like Peter Marshall.
Amen! There is nothing new under the sun.
I knew it was too bold of a statement to have been made today, though it is the time statement needed today as just one look at the places where islam rules and you have:
islam = chaos (destruction, violence..)
Back when Presbyterianism was still Christian and Biblically- inspired. We can always debate specific doctrines and denominational distinctives, but it usually isn’t difficult to discern when a church or synagogue or cleric is honestly trying to follow the God’s word— and when they’re not. Today, anyone still attending pcusa really really really needs to pray about moving over to one of the still- faithful Calvinist denominations, or afaik any decent biblically- inspired congregation - just get the H out of pcusa, imho
I read his wife, Catherine’s, books. She was so grief stricken after his sudden death, then she dreamed she saw him in Heaven, tending roses, red ones I think. He loved gardening when he had time in this world, but it probably had a deeper meaning.
In a book entitled, “Mr. Jones, Meet the Master,” there appears a sermon called, “The Keepers of the Springs,” by Dr. Peter Marshall, a former highly-respected chaplain of the U.S. Senate.
For centuries, societies have recognized the important role of women, especially as mothers, in instilling and training the minds and hearts of their young for citizenship and service.
Could the following excerpt from Dr. Marshall’s sermon help us focus on the seriousness of what has happened in recent decades and of its potential impact on future generations?
“Once upon a time, a certain town grew up at the foot
of a mountain range. It was sheltered in the lee of the
protecting heights, so that the wind that shuddered at the
doors and flung handfuls of sleet against the window panes
was a wind whose fury was spent.
“High up in the hills, a strange and quiet forest dweller took it
upon himself to be the Keeper of the Springs.
“He patrolled the hills and wherever he found a spring, he
cleaned its brown pool of silt and fallen leaves, of mud and
mold and took away from the spring all foreign matter, so that
the water which bubbled up through the sand ran down clean
and cold and pure.
“It leaped sparkling over rocks and dropped joyously in crystal
cascades until, swollen by other streams, it became a river of
life to the busy town.
“Millwheels were whirled by its rush.
Gardens were refreshed by its waters.
Fountains threw it like diamonds into the air.
Swans sailed on its limpid surface
and children laughed as they played on its banks in the
sunshine.
“But the City Council was a group of hardheaded, hard-boiled
business men. They scanned the civic budget and found in it
the salary of a Keeper of the Springs.
“Said the Keeper of the Purse: ‘Why should we pay this romance
ranger? We never see him; he is not necessary to our
town’s work life. If we build a reservoir just above the town,
we can dispense with his services and save his salary.’
“Therefore, the City Council voted to dispense with the un-
necessary cost of a Keeper of the Springs, and to build a
cement reservoir.
“So the Keeper of the Springs no longer visited the brown pools
but watched from the heights while they built the reservoir.
“When it was finished, it soon filled up with water, to be sure,
but the water did not seem to be the same.
It did not seem to be as clean, and a green scum soon befouled
its stagnant surface.
“There were constant troubles with the delicate machinery
of the mills, for it was often clogged with slime, and the
swans found another home above the town.
“At last, an epidemic raged, and the clammy, yellow fingers of
sickness reached into every home in every street and lane.
“The City Council met again. Sorrowfully, it faced the city’s plight, and frankly it acknowledged the mistake of the dismissal of the Keeper of the Springs.
“They sought him out in his hermit hut high in the hills, and
begged him to return to his former joyous labor.
Gladly he agreed, and began once more to make his rounds.
“It was not long until pure water came lilting down under
tunnels of ferns and mosses and to sparkle in the cleansed
reservoir.
“Millwheels turned again as of old.
Stenches disappeared.
Sickness waned
and convalescent children playing in the sun laughed again
because the swans had come back.
“Do not think me fanciful
too imaginative
or too extravagant in my language
when I say that I think women, and particularly of our
mothers, as Keepers of the Springs. The phrase, while poetic,
is true and descriptive.
We feel its warmth ...
its softening influence ...
and however forgetful we have been ...
however much we have taken for granted life’s precious
gifts we are conscious of wistful memories that surge out of
the past —
the sweet
tender
poignant fragrances of love.
“Nothing that has been said
nothing that could be said
or that ever will be said,
would be eloquent enough, expressive enough, or adequate to
make articulate that peculiar emotion we feel to our mothers.
“So I shall make my tribute a plea for Keepers of the Springs,
who will be faithful to their tasks.
“There never has been a time when there was a greater need
for Keepers of the Springs,
or when there were more polluted springs to be cleansed.
If the home fails, the country is doomed. The breakdown of
home life and influence will mark the breakdown of the
nation.
“If the Keepers of the Springs desert their posts or are un-
faithful to their responsibilities the future outlook of this
country is black indeed.
“This generation needs Keepers of the Springs who will be cou-
rageous enough to cleanse the springs that have been polluted.
“It’s not an easy task — nor is it a popular one, but it must be
done for the sake of the children, and the young women of
today must do it.”
- Dr. Peter Marshall
Just imagine what this nation would be like if every leader would seek God’s will before constructing a piece of legislation and most certainly before voting on one.
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