At a camp meeting 40 years later, I happened to see Dr. I. demonstrating some kind of health product, if I remember correctly. (In my mind, I see only the image of him, much older, but still looking much like he did when I was a student, with a friend by my side.) I lingered a little but did not introduce myself. I briefly wondered whether he recognized me. I’m fairly sure that I was as recognizable to him as he was to me.
Had he changed? Or did he still feel superior in his “humility”? Should I talk to him? I didn’t know how to approach him, and was busy with friends. I still don’t know whether I should have said something. (Maybe I’m just a coward.)
If God wants him to see my story, his and my identity are clear enough in this post, that God can direct him to it.
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Ode to onevoice 2027
Erton Kohler is is name..
Uplifting Jesus is his game…
Onevoice 2027 points the way to heaven….
Reneanne Anderson
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Onevoice 2027…. All things new………..
We are all on the road to Emmaus….
And I ask the burning question that the heart responds with….flame on…
Have we felt out hearts burning within us??????
Reneanne Anderson
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Wildcard..
E tenebris
Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand,
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee
The wine of life is spilt on the sand
My heart is as some famine murdered land,
Whence all good things have perished utterly,
And well I know my soul in hell must lie
If I this night before God’s throne stood stand.
He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name
From morn to noon on Carmel’s smitten height.
Nay, peace, I shall behold before the night,
The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
The wounded hands, the weary human face..
Poem by Oscar Wilde
From book..the poetry of Oscar Wilde
Reneanne Anderson