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Fresh Start Devotionals

Enemies I liked Church fellowships when I was a boy. After the meal, the kids always ran outside to play in the backyard of the church. It adjoined cotton fields to the south and east. We waited until it was pitch dark, then we started playing “hide and go seek.” The cotton fields were “out of bounds,” but there were plenty of bushes and alcoves to hide in. You remember the game, don’t you. The person who is “it” hid their eyes then counted to 100 while everyone else finds hiding places. If “it” finds and touches you, you lost and became “it.” However, “it” could not “get you” if you ran to “the safe place.” I remember the sheer terror when “it” walked past my hiding place. I never liked someone pursuing me. It was a creeping feeling. I’d hold my breath and try not to make a single peep. “It” wanted nothing more than to get me … I knew it and did everything I could to keep from getting “got.” There are people in real life who think they are “it” and are out “to get you!” They don’…

Amazing Grace : 366 Inspiring Hymn Stories for Daily Devotions

January 28 O ZION, HASTE Mary Ann Thomson, 1834–1923 May Your ways be known on earth, Your salvation among all nations. (Psalm 67:2) The Christian church is God’s appointed means of spreading the gospel around the world. A church that is not a missionary church will quench the Spirit of God and miss His blessing. God’s agenda for history is “that all nations might believe and obey Him” (Romans 16:26). All too often, however, the church has allowed itself to become self-centered, merely maintaining the status quo and failing to respond actively to this biblical directive. That’s why we need missionary hymns like this one. Its author, Mary Ann Thomson, was born in London, England, but spent most of her life in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, where she was active in the Church of the Annunciation. She wrote a number of hymns and poems, this being the only one to survive, however. She wrote “O Zion, Haste” out of a stressful experience in 1868. One night, as she was watching her child who…