Above Rubies Daily Encouragement Blogs

Now that you’re a father,
There’s some things that you should know,
The way you walk from now on
Is the way your child will go!
And he’s going to follow you
To find out just what is the best
And what is good and true.
 
His little eyes will watch you
In everything you do.
His little hands will copy
And his feet will follow you;
You’re his brave and fearless hero,
The one he loves the best.
Stand firm and strong, please, daddy,
‘Cause he’ll put you to the test.
 
He’ll make you feel so happy—
Your heart will burst with pride,
And deep down you’ll be feeling
A love you cannot hide;
Then sometimes he’ll be naughty
And you’ll have to spank him too,
But even then he’ll trust you
‘Cause he so depends on you.
 
His mind is very active,
And his memory’s extra good,
So be careful how you teach him
To do the things he should.
You’re setting an example
In all you say and do,
For the little boy who’s waiting
To grow up to be like you.
 
By G. Gallon

We best oppose error by promoting a solid knowledge of the Word of Truth.

~ Matthew Henry

A father’s hands are gentle,

A father’s hands are strong,

Guiding, helping, teaching,

Showing right from wrong.

The protection of a father’s hand

And the love that’s in their touch

Give the feeling of security

A child needs so much.

And although they may be rough from toil,

A child still understands

How much of life’s true beauty

Comes from a father’s hands.

~ Anonymous

“To feel his little hand in mine,

So clinging and so warm,

To know he thinks me strong enough

To keep him safe from harm:

To see his simple faith in all

That I say and do;

It sort o’ shames a fellow,

But it makes him better, too.

And I’m trying hard to be that man

He fancies me to be,

Because I have this chap at home

Who thinks the world of me.

I would not disappoint his trust

For anything on earth,

Nor let him know how little I

Just naturally am worth.

But after all, it’s easier

That brighter road to climb,

With the little hands behind me

To push me all the time.

And I reckon I’m a better man

Than what I used to be

Because I have this chap at home

Who thinks the world of me.”

~ Anonymous

When the pace seems slow

And few there be to care or know

That the world’s crept in the doors

And slackened every godly cause,

When folks no longer want to pray

And seek the Lord to know His way,

For sloth and ease have broken in

And robbed the church of the power to win,

Then do not let this crippling sin

Take hold of you and lock you in.

Buckle up as ne’er before,

Take hold of heaven and knock its door.

Smash every tendency to be

Like others around who cannot see.

When the tempting battle gets to boilin’

Treat the world as deadly poison!

No matter how many may be your foes,

They will never stand your knockout blows.

When all around are misbehaving,

Sound the trumpet with banners waving.

Though the world and devils around may scoff

Just lift your sword and write them off.

There’s no time for messing about,

Tell the lazy ones, “Stop being a lout!”

For there will be a sure reward

For those who diligently seek the Lord.

It’s true you see, the surest way to victory

Is always on the bended knee.

By COLIN CAMPBELL

Somehow a fellow can’t express

The feelings he has had,

While through the years he’s walked and talked

And laughed and played with Dad.

He cannot put in words the love,

The pride that wells within,

The admiration in his heart

Whene’er Dad looks at him.

Dad is the hero of his dreams,

This king upon the throne;

The pattern for that ideal life

Which he would make his own.

He knows that Dad well understands

The conflicts in his breast,

And shares the problems he must face

Though often unexpressed.

The pressure of his Dad’s strong hand,

The look deep in his eyes,

Speaks volumes to a fellow’s heart,

When cares of life arise.

And when he kneels with Dad in prayer

Before the throne of grace,

The glory of the unseen world

Illumines all the place.

How could a fellow go astray

Who with his Dad has stood,

Within the secret place of prayer—

Before a holy God!

And this my constant prayer shall be,

Until this life is done,

My conduct here shall honor him

Who proudly calls me, “son.”

~ Anonymous

Painting by Daniel Garhantz

Right from the beginning and down through the ages

God revealed Himself through prophets and sages,

But He waited until the fullness of time

To show the whole world what was most in His mind.

Though God is high and very great

And through His power the world has state,

Yet above all this He wanted rather

To show the whole world that he is a Father.

God sent His well-beloved Son

To reveal Himself in a world undone,

If you have ears to listen you will hear Him say

So much of His Father in a very proud way.

Father keeps every promise to me, His Son,

He will never fail one word, no not one,

His discipline strong has a purpose you see.

For righteous character to be formed in Me.

My Father’s a teacher, a Vinedresser too,

He hears me and tells me what I am to do,

My Father protects, never leaves me alone,

I’m so one with my Father, such unity I’ve known.

He’s my greatest companion and loves me so much

I want others to know of His special touch,

If you want to find my Father, don’t ask me, “Where,”

Just look at Me for His image I bear.

Let fathers throughout this world behold

That this is the pattern our lives to mold,

If we would sons and daughters raise

Let God the Father be our gaze.

For God ordained that father’s role

Should have a high and noble goal

To hold, show forth that special part

That shineth most from His own heart.

So now the world has much to find

What God has shown to all mankind,

True fatherhood will not just happen

Unless we follow close to His own pattern.

By COLIN CAMPBELL

A careful man I want to be—

A little fellow follows me.

I do not dare to go astray,

For fear he’ll go the self-same way.

I cannot once escape his eyes,

Whate’er he sees me do, he tries,

Like me he says he’s going to be,

The little chap who follows me.

He thinks that I’m so very fine,

Believes in every word of mine.

The base in me he must not see,

The little chap who follows me.

I must remember as I go,

Through summer’s sun and winters snow,

I’m building for the years to be—

The little chap who follows me.

~ Anonymous

Painting by Emily Elizabeth

There is a rock of much strength filled,

For upon this rock the nations build,

As granite cliffs rise strong and tall

The rock of fatherhood should never fall.

When fathers of wisdom, strong and bold,

Stand up for their families, God’s ways to hold,

Blessing will flow from heaven above

And fill those families with God’s great love.

But forces of darkness, cunning and sinister,

Much disturbed that fathers should minister

To the needs of their families, small or great,

Have unanimously decided, ‘Fatherhood – liquidate.’

The fight is on, hell’s in a storm,

Destroy this image to which man was born,

Get rid of fatherhood, whate’er the cost

And earth will suffer man’s greatest loss.

Make fathers small, make them a shrimp,

Turn them into a jellyfish wimp,

Alcohol, drugs, anything goes,

Even to bash his family with blows.

Make him too busy to take the family away

On a fine day’s outing or school holiday,

Better to hit golf balls around the green

Than take family away to a nice mountain stream.

“Adultery, adultery,” the devil cries.

This wrecks the family and fatherhood dies.

Let feminists rise and take his place

And this will give God a slap in the face!

Let’s change his appetites, make man a boar,

Who follows his lusts for a sleazy whore.

Oh yes, oh yes, if that’s not effectual,

We’ll turn him into a gay homosexual.

Yet ignorance, plain ignorance is the best tool

To destroy fatherhood and make man a fool.

For who will take time to study, excel,

To raise sons and daughters, God’s ways to tell.

Fathers arise, stand up and be counted,

Be a part of the army that God has mounted

To revive, restore, and bring back from the sand

The highest role God has given to man!

 ~ COLIN CAMPBELL

Painting: Art print by John D. Benson

Last night my little boy confessed to me

Some childish wrong;

And kneeling at my knee,

He prayed with tears—

“Dear God, make me a man

Like Daddy—wise and strong;

I know you can.”

Then while he slept

I knelt beside his bed,

Confessed my sins,

And prayed with low-bowed head.

“O God, make me a child

Like my child here—

Pure, guileless,

Trusting Thee with faith sincere.”

~ Andrew Gillies

In my last post, I wrote about the enormity of the emphasis placed on the blood of bulls, goats, and lambs in the Old Testament. The amount of blood that was shed every day, beginning with Adam and Eve who were clothed in animal’s skins (which involved the shedding of blood), all the way to the coming of Jesus Christ was an enormous price for God’s people.

In Genesis 4:26 we read of Adam and Eve having another son whom they called Seth. Seth’s first born was called Enos, “Then began men to call upon the name of the LORD.”

With the precious blood of Jesus sprinkled upon Heaven’s mercy seat, there is no limit to what our prayers can accomplish.

Even under the Old Covenant, which was sealed with the blood of bulls and goats there was still great mercy shown to God’s covenanted people as they humbled themselves, prayed, and turned from their wicked ways (1 Chronicles 7:14).

Hebrews 9:14: “How MUCH MORE shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God.”

We should be eternally grateful for the blood of Christ to cleanse and purge our deepest conscience, no matter how greatly it has been defiled, stained, hardened, and contaminated by our actions or thoughts. It should never cease to amaze us. It is only through the power of the blood of Jesus Christ that cleanses us from all dead works that we can serve God with a clear and clean conscience.

Hebrews 9:23: “It was therefore necessary that the patterns of things in the heavens should be purified with these; but the heavenly things themselves with better sacrifices than these.”

The mercy seat in the earthly tabernacle was made after the pattern of the heavenly one. Hebrews 8:5 tells us of the priests “Who serve unto the example and shadow of heavenly things, as Moses was admonished of God when he was about to make the tabernacle: for, See, saith he, that thou make all things according to the pattern showed to thee in the mount.”