A Small Correction

As I suspected I had got the words wrong of the song I referred to in my last post. I was muddled up between I come to the garden alone, sung, in this case, by Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, and I walked into the garden, sung by The Mellomen. I discovered (the right word!) this by getting out my box of ‘Fifties’ 78s. There is a reason why I have a fairly large number of gospel songs of the period. When I was at RAF St Eval during National Service, the first programme on Sundays on the Tannoy system that went to all the billets began like this: ‘Good morning; it’s nine o’clock on Sunday morning. Time once more for The Old Rugged Cross’ and an orchestral version of the tune to that hymn gradually increased in volume during the announcement. Throughout the time that I was there the SASRA group continued with this half-hour programme. I have to confess it was mainly music, gospel songs and hymns, but there was usually a reading from the Bible and a tract would be read also at some point. Perhaps surprisingly the programme was very popular, often no.2 in the week, and a few times hitting the top spot. Obviously we had to rely on providing our own records and as I was often involved I bought more than perhaps I would otherwise have done. I wonder if some real good was done by the programme. Oh, and here is the first verse and chorus:

I come to the garden alone

While the dew is still on the roses,

And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,

The Son of God discloses:

And he walks with me and he talks with me

And he tells me I am his own;

And the joy we share as we tarry there

None other has ever known

A few thoughts

It has been a beautiful day today. This afternoon the sun was shining brightly, and although there was a brisk north-easterly wind it was not too cold for a steady walk. The trees have not yet turned colour to any great extent, the grass still looks fresh and green and there was a brightness and clarity about the landscape – vivid green fields, newly trimmed hedges, the hills dark against a blue sky, even the whirling turbines on the hillside didn’t look too out of place. God’s creation is full of beauty and interest and is much more evocative, soothing or stimulating than any TV set.

I have recently been reading Garry Williams’ Silent Witnesses and greatly enjoying it. One place struck me as rather odd. In talking about styles of worship he refers to those who are apparently stuck in the 1950’s. But the services of the early 1950’s were very generally characterised by choirs, solos and testimonies, especially in evening gospel services. That decade was then considerably enlivened by the influence of Youth for Christ and the Billy Graham crusades. It was in the 1950’s that some of us, myself included, reacted against what was perceived to be a rather superficial and perhaps man-centred approach to worship, with often somewhat of a dash of sentimentality: ‘I walked in the garden alone, while the dew was still on the roses…’ or words to that effect. No, we shouldn’t try to ape the ‘50’s’, or any other period of time. We must be guided by the precepts and principles of the Word of God.

Last weekend Grace Baptist Church, Lancaster, remembered with gratitude to God twenty-five years of Pastor Phil Arthur’s ministry and thirty-one years of the church’s existence. It was a day to be remembered and, as someone who ministered in Lancaster to a group of Christians prior to the founding of the church, I think I can say that God has been glorified and his name honoured through the witness and work of the church.

Bright Christian Students!

I also want to commend this new book for those starting university life. It is a little while now since I read it, and I have since given my copy away to a student, but I found this excellent. Let us hope and pray that this new academic year may see many bright Christian students who shine as lights for Jesus Christ!

Bleesed are those who keep his commandments

It is some months since I last posted anything on this blog. There are various reasons for this, I think. Perhaps laziness has something to do with it, but a measure of ill-health for a while and other concerns have kept me away from making any comments. I think, also, the considerable emotional impact of the parliamentary vote to redefine marriage affected me deeply, as I know it did others of my age. This morning, in reading through the Psalms, I came to Psalm 119 and read the first two sections. I draw attention to two verses: ‘You have commanded your precepts to be kept diligently’ (v.4) and, ‘I will meditate on your precepts and fix my eyes on your ways’ (v.15). Righteousness involves keeping God’s commandments diligently, but in the world as it is, and with our hearts as they are, it is vital to fix our eyes on God’s ways. There is so much else to see, so much else to catch our attention and to draw us away from our God, but ‘I will not forget your word’ (v.16).