Ramblings of a Forgiven Sinner

Something I wrote about twenty-five years ago when we lived on the Oregon coast. Found the picture when I was going through some things and thought I would share it here.  Backside of Someone Else’s Sunrise   As I look upon the last glimmers of the setting sun, I cannot help to think that while my day is done someone else’s has just begun. We mourn the loss of the sun’s warming glow as yet another day passes away, but we forget that in another place it is bringing a new day through God’s mighty grace. Next time you contemplate the long cold night ahead, hold close to the promise that soon someone else will be looking at the backside of your sunrise.

To be completely up front, the concept for this post came from a sermon I heard Charles Swindol preach years ago. I've thought about it many times over the years and have come to realize it is more  applicable now then ever. I have to admit that he told it much better than I ever could. So without further ado, here it is.......................... The Rescue Society There was once a group of men who lived in a small seaside village. Due to its northern latitude the village was prone to strong storms blowing in from the sea. To compound the treacherous seas, the coastline was lined with rocky outcroppings. Over the years many ships had run aground on the rocks, almost always with a large loss of life. One night during a strong storm, this group of friends sat around the fire at the local tavern eating a warm bowl of stew. As they eat and talked, the conversation eventually turn to the storm raging outside and weather there would be another shipwreck that evening. One of the men n...