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On the Distribution of Scripture Calendars

January 13, 2020

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The New Year brought a few revelations to me as I distributed some calendars around very rural areas whenever I could get an opportunity. There are little areas in the depths of the Irish countryside which appear to have been forgotten by time and there are tiny cottages at the end of overgrown garden pathways which I’m not sure were inhabited at all… but for the dogs. Their wagging tails revealed how glad they were to see a visitor and it came to mind that some elderly (or indeed younger) person could have died alone in any of these dwellings and not been discovered for days – or even weeks. Every little homestead had a story to tell, I’m certain, and souls the need of a saviour.
Most people who distribute any type of Christian literature rarely visit rural areas. It’s much easier to go from door to door in urban areas and much more ground can be covered but I feel that the Lord places each one of us in certain districts and gives us a burden for a reason. As Christians we have opportunities in our own areas because of their close proximity; also in the areas which the Lord gives us opportunities to travel to and the contacts we have (however limited) in the spheres in which we circulate.
I ponder the lives of those who live in each rural residence. A few are clearly affluent but very often cold to the gospel; others (both rich and poor) are caught up in the wrong system of belief and many are deeply unhappy, while others, although polite, have simply no interest. The “season of goodwill” has left an aura of dissatisfaction and depression. The lonely are lonelier still as the tinsel is pulled down for another year and the beer bottles await recycling. There is an atmosphere of gloom in places, as wrought iron gates remain heavily padlocked and savage dogs of the not-so-friendly type leap and growl at potential callers – thankfully behind spiked railings surrounding the property.
One morning I remember a cold breeze blowing up from the sea to the east as I endeavoured to find the letter box of an old house where no one answered the door, although I could hear a radio or television on inside. However, people are afraid of being broken into and robbed which is why they often leave these on to give the impression that the house is occupied.
Letterboxes, I have discovered, are as diverse as their owners! Some are very small and old; envelopes were tiny in the days of total “snail mail.” And then there are the “furry” types of letterbox which people have to prevent draughts. A long time ago I can recall my hand getting stuck in one of these, while in the hallway a growling dog snapped at the fingers. I prayed that the Lord would get them out – and He did! It seems amusing now but at the time I was terrified.
He also helps us not to feel discouraged, when it is so easy to do so. We learn not to look at circumstances as they appear – but to the Lord who sees the heart and unseen response when no one is around. I have heard someone say that every word of scripture goes forth like a registered letter. It has been delivered – and someone somewhere will be convicted, encouraged, challenged or have had their thoughts and opinions provoked. Not one word will return unto the Lord void. (Isaiah 55v11)
Souls need the Saviour as they launch out into a new day, a new year and indeed a new decade. Only He knows what lies ahead for them. If only they would seek the Pilot who will guide them safely Home, instead of a system which tells them to put their trust in works and ritual for their salvation. I am very sensitive to atmospheres around these rural areas and feel that loneliness and isolation is certainly a problem. I pray that the “Friend that sticketh closer than a brother” would reach down and touch hearts.
In the biting January wind I think of the wind “that bloweth where it listeth” (John 3v8) in my little verse “Born Again…” Who knows what will be the outcome?

“In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.” (Ecclesiastes 11v6)
“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.” (John 3v8)

There is a wind that no one knows
From whence it comes or where it blows,
But when it touches souls of men,
The Spirit whispers… “Born Again.”