IT'S OUR TURN

And it came to pass, when they were gone over, that Elijah said unto Elisha, ask what I shall do for thee, before I be taken away from thee. And Elisha said, I pray thee, let a double portion of thy spirit be upon me. 2 Kings 2:9

As a very old (92) and very wise saint unfortunately spends his time at home and hospitals instead of his place on the front pew at church, his nephew has filled the void with the most graceful of transitions that only God could have prepared. There is no replacement, for we can never take the place of those who have done mighty works for God, but a continuation.

Jesus taught and prepared the disciples. The disciples taught and prepared the early church. The early church taught and prepared, and this cycle has continued through each generation. Now it is our turn, not just to teach and prepare, but to be ready to accept the responsibility of carrying the gospel torch that our elders pass down.

I wrote this poem back in May, but was never drawn to post it until now. If we could live our lives as this old saint, perhaps forty years from now someone will write about us!

The first time that I saw him,

I didn't know his name,

to hear him talk of Jesus,

he didn't show any shame.

Standing in the front of me,

jumping up and down,

lifting his hands to heaven,

the world would see a clown.

But if you listen to his words,

the love he holds inside,

was put there by the Holy Ghost,

and ever will abide.

I saw him first so long ago,

today he's still the same,

praising God forever more,

Carl is his name.