Prayer for 2015

This prayer which John Wesley adapted for Methodism for use in services for the “Renewal of the believer’s covenant with God” is an appropriate prayer as we begin 2015.

I am no longer my own, but thine.

Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom thou wilt.

Put me to doing, put me to suffering.

Let me be employed for thee or laid aside for thee,

exalted for thee or brought low for thee.

Let me be full, let me be empty.

Let me have all things, let me have nothing.

I freely and heartily yield all things to thy pleasure and disposal.

And now, O glorious and blessed God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit,

thou art mine, and I am thine.

So be it.

And the covenant which I have made on earth,

let it be ratified in heaven.


Hannah More: The William Wilberforce of Women

51wV2kmGw6L._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_One of the best books that I read in 2014 was Fierce Convictions: The Extraordinary Life of Hannah More, Poet, Reformer, Abolitionist by Karen Swallow Prior (@LoveLifeLitGod). A professor at Liberty University, Prior told Hannah More’s life story masterfully.

What stood out to me was that More was a champion of the poor, the downtrodden, the despised of society. While battling numerous illnesses during her life, she joined William Wilberforce and others to help abolish slavery in England. One of her most famous poems, called Slavery, written in 1788, called for the abolition of slavery.

While she is known for reforming slavery, she was also an advocate for literacy. She opened Sunday Schools  where the poor were taught to read and hear about Jesus.

I marked some favorite quotes in the book. Here are a few of them.

“Her goal when she taught Bible stories was for her students to see Christ walking on the waters of the river Thames.” (27)

“Bible Christianity is what I love. A Christianity practical and pure, which teaches holiness, humility, repentance and faith in Christ; and which after summing up all the Evangelical graces, declares that the greatest of these is charity.” (155-156)

“For Hannah, life was a feast, and the space at her table was abundant.” (169)

“Her continued influence as a writer, and now in her later decades, as a philanthropist and spiritual mentor to many, led the Christian Observer to write of her, ‘What Wilberforce was among men, Hannah More was among women.’” (240)

“She was a woman with virtues and flaws, faith and fears, vision and blind spots. But she was also one whose unique gifts and fierce convictions transformed first her life and subsequently her world and ours.” (253)

This is a book that I will recommend for years and will keep in stock at the bookstore.


Remembering Rev. G. R. French

This morning, I was sadden to hear of the passing of one of my heroes, Rev. G.R. French.

For my first few years of college, I only knew him as the president of FEA and an occasional speaker at Hobe Sound Bible Church. But then I sat under his instruction for Acts, Romans and Systematic Theology. My life has been forever changed because of those three classes. As one of the smartest men I have ever learned from, Bro. French gave me a passion and hunger to know Scripture as he did. Sometimes he would bring in pages of notes, and become so excited while teaching, that he barely made it through the first page. He made the Bible and systematic theology come alive for me.

This past year he would occasionally come into the bookstore and talk books, Bible and ministry. He was older, but still passionate about God and Scripture.

In just a few minutes, I am going to teach Bible to juniors and seniors in the academy, and I do it today in memory and honor of the man who made the Bible come alive for me.

Book recommendation: Soul Keeping

275961_1_ftcOne of the best books that I have read in the past five or so years, is titled Soul-Keeping: Caring for the Most Important Part of You by John Ortberg. I don’t know if it is just the season of life that I have come through or what, but this book more than any that I have read in years spoke volumes to me. 

Ortberg was mentored for years by Christian philosopher Dallas Willard. Throughout this book, Ortberg takes many of Willard’s philosophical concepts and puts them in easy to understand language. The book is divided into three main sections: 1. What the soul is; 2. What the soul needs; 3. The soul restored. 

Rather than write a synopsis of the book, I thought I would just share some of my favorite quotes from the book.

“Hurry is the great enemy of spiritual life in our day. You must ruthlessly eliminate hurry from your life”. Attributed to Dallas Willard

“The soul is never satisfied without God.”

“The world teaches us to be more concerned with the condition of our cars and careers over the condition of our soul.”

One of the hardest things in the world is to be right and not hurt other people with it.”

You’re a soul made by God, made for God, and made to need God, which means you were not made to be self-sufficient.”

Our world has replaced the word soul with the word self, and they are not the same thing. The more we focus on our selves, the more we neglect our souls.”

The more obsessed we are with our selves, the more we neglect our souls.”

“What matters is not the accomplishments you achieve; what matters is the person you become.”

“The soul is what connects all those innermost parts together, connects them with God, and was made for harmony all the way through. Notice how the psalmist writes, “Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me.” In other words, it is my soul that connects “all that is within me” and that cries out for integration, for wholeness, for oneness, for harmony. This can only happen when my soul — my whole life — is connected with God. This is precisely why when somebody asked Jesus once, “What is the most important of all the commandments?” he answered, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.” It is not coincidental that all the parts of the person we have been talking about are here in the most important commandment. Your heart (that is, your will, your choices), your mind (all your thoughts and desires), your strength (all of your body), and your soul are all to be bound together and focused on love of God, and then the love of all that flows out of this.”

 “Soul work is war. Spiritual war.”

“I and no one else am responsible for the condition of my soul.”

“Every day. I wrote Dallas’s words on a piece of paper, and they hang above my office door: “Arrange your days so that you experience total contentment, joy, and confidence in your everyday life with God.” They are the first words I see every morning when I come to work.”

I highly recommend Soul Keeping. Over the past few months, it has become one of the books that I make sure to always keep in stock at Hobe Sound Christian Bookstore


Bread for today is bread enough


I will be the first to admit that living one day at a time is tough. I want to know what is ahead and have a plan all lined up for it. I recently read a quote from E. M. Bounds in which he writes that God invites us to live one day at a time and allow him to take care of our tomorrows for us. I know that, but I needed to be reminded of it. 

“When we pray, “Give us this day our daily bread,” we are, in a measure, shutting tomorrow out of our prayer. We do not live in tomorrow but in today. We do not seek tomorrow’s grace or tomorrow’s bread. They thrive best, and get the most out of life, who live in the living present. They pray best who pray for today’s needs, not for tomorrow’s, which may render our prayers unnecessary and redundant by not existing at all! True prayers are born of present trials and present needs. Bread, for today, is bread enough. —E. M. Bounds

I was reminded of Matthew 6:34 when I read this quote. “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” [ESV]

William H. Booth


April 14, 1947 – July 23, 1982

Thirty-two years ago today, William H. Booth, my dad, passed away. Days like today are when I miss him most. He passed away just a little over two weeks before my fifth birthday. I have very few memories of him, but the ones that I have, I treasure. 

I remember running to hide behind the chair when I heard his truck pulling up our driveway and waiting in anticipation for him to find me. He would search around the house, making sure that the chair where the giggling noise was coming from was the last place he looked. 

I remember playing ball with him in our backyard and watching as he threw a plastic ball so high, that it got stuck in a tree. I remember thinking that my dad was the strongest person alive. 

I remember that he loved me. 

I remember hearing the news during Clinton Camp Meeting that my dad had gone to the hospital. And it was at the hospital where he died. To this day, every time I walk into a hospital, I think of my dad. 

I remember nearly every detail of his funeral. I remember pulling a chair up to the side of the casket and sobbing over his body. I still remember the smell of the funeral flowers, the crowded funeral home, the ride to the cemetery. These events are etched in my mind. 

Over these past thirty-two years, I have discovered that God is good, even during traumatic times. I have discovered that God is faithful. My mom and I experienced some rough waters after his death, but when we reflect on those days, we see evidences of God everywhere.  In the midst of uncertain times, God was and is always certain. 

The 1868 Manheim Camp Meeting



On July 14, 1868, 146 years ago today, the National Camp Meeting Association for the Promotion of Holiness opened in Manheim Pennsylvania. The evening service had a reported 10,000 – 15,000 in attendance. That crowd grew to as many as 25,000 people before the end of the meeting. The speakers in attendance included John S. Inskip, Alfred Cookman, J.A. Wood, William McDonald, George Hughes, Phoebe Palmer and Matthew Simpson.

 Matthew Simpson’s friend, George Hughes reported the conclusion of his testimony, “His hands were uplifted. His voice in mighty tones swelled out upon the night air. The sounds of crying and groaning co-mingled. It seemed that Matthew Simpson literally pulled down the power. Hallelujahs, like the sound of many waters, rolled through the forest temple. How many plunged into the cleansing stream that night we shall never know until mortality is swallowed up of life.”

John S. Inskip, as reported by Inskip’s biographer said this about one of the services.  “The quiet was rent as “one simultaneous burst of agony, and of glory, was heard in all parts of the congregation; and for nearly an hour, the scene could not be described.”

The Lancaster Daily Express noted, “the scene was beyond all description. It was one of the most powerful manifestations of divine power we have ever beheld. Several thousand people seemed to be prostrate under the mighty influence of supernatural power.”

As the encampment moved toward its close, William McDonald reminded those gathered that “home will not be Manheim.” Appealing for tolerance and even compassion for those who had not experienced full salvation, he entreated his audience to avoid controversy and extreme austerity and suggested that one should show humility in professions of Holiness. In conclusion, he noted that “in the discharge of your religious duties, do not be governed by feeling, but by faith.”

The site of the 1868 Manheim Camp Meeting is along Route 72, just north of the town of Manheim. When I lived in Pennsylvania, I stopped by several times to visit and walk through the same woods that Inskip, McDonald, Palmer and so many others walked through. Sadly, there is no marker to indicate this historic location, it is a wooded lot and a Veterinary hospital.

View the Google Maps location of the Manheim Camp Meeting

photo taken on July 18, 2013 

Happy birthday, W. B. Pope

popeToday, February 19, 2014 is the 192nd birthday of William Burton Pope (1822-1903). Dr. Pope was an English Methodist pastor and theologian and writer. He studied at Richmond College and became a Methodist minister in 1841. In 1867, he was appointed professor of systematic theology at Didsbury College in Manchester. Then in 1877, he became president of the British Wesleyan Conference.

His three volume systematic theology, called the “Compendium of Christian Theology” is considered a classic in the Wesleyan tradition. And it seems to be sadly neglected today. It was published in 1877–1879, and became the most important and influential Methodist systematic theology of its time. In these volumes, Pope addressed new developments in the church world including liberalism in theology, rationalism and gave a systematic approach to doctrine.

If you aren’t familiar with the systematic theology of Pope, you can access the electronic version at the Wesley Center Online [link].

Christmas Brings Hope


Clarence stared at the flyer the church lady had just given him. The words at the top of the piece of paper read, Christmas brings hope. Hope? Clarence thought, there was no hope for him anymore. Did the church even know what hope was all about? Did they know that he hadn’t slept in days? Did they know that his addiction had taken away all hope from him? Did they care that he had just been evicted and had no place to go? Did they care that his stomach was empty and growling. Did they know that he planned to end his life tonight, on Christmas Eve?

“Sir,” the voice startled him back into reality, “would you like to join us at our church this evening? We have a hot meal being prepared right now and a special Christmas Eve service. We would love for you to join us.”

Clarence muttered something unintelligible for a few seconds before his stomach reminded him that he was hungry. “Yes” he replied, “show me where to go.

Nicole led him into the church, Clarence looked around in amazement. It had been at least 20 years since he had been in a church building. This church, New Hope Community Church, was decorated beautifully for Christmas. There were lit stars hanging from the ceiling, greenery was draped around the columns and a banner with the words, Christmas Brings Hope, was prominently displayed on the wall behind the pulpit.  The flickering candles in the windows made the stained glass seem to come to life. As he walked to the front of the church, Clarence noticed that there was a wooden altar. Engraved on the altar were the words, Bring Your Burdens to God.  Something inside Clarence began to stir and for the first time in a long time, he began to feel a ray of hope.

Smelling the aroma of strong coffee and roasted turkey, Clarence walked into the large room that was in the other part of the building. The dining room was full of people feasting on turkey and all the trimmings. Teenagers were taking food orders and serving the plates of food. Nicole led him over to an empty chair and gave him a smile and said Merry Christmas. Clarence felt a lump form in his throat. Again, the words flashed before his eyes, Christmas brings hope. What exactly did that mean?

As he devoured his plate of food and drank mugs of hot coffee, he began to hear Christmas carols playing in the sanctuary as the pre-service began. After finishing the reaming crumbs of his pumpkin pie, along with another mug of coffee, he along with dozens of others made their way into the sanctuary. The service was just starting and the pastor was welcoming the congregation. Then the singing started again. They began to sing some song that Clarence had never heard before.

“Come, Thou long-expected Jesus, born to set Thy people free; 

from our fears and sins release us; 

let us find our rest in Thee. Israel’s strength and consolation, 

hope of all the earth Thou art;

 dear desire of every nation, joy of every longing heart.”

As the singing continued, Clarence began to review his life. He thought again of the sad days of coming home from school with no parents to welcome him. He remembered the fighting that seemed to happen every night between his dad and mom. He reflected on the time he tried alcohol and drugs for the first time in an attempt to shut out the noise and hurt of life. And how he wished he would have stopped the drugs and alcohol before he wasted his life.

He noticed Nicole, the lady who had invited him to the meal and service climb the steps of the platform and began to sing in what sounded like an angelic voice to Clarence, these old words.

“Oh holy night! The stars are brightly shining

It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!”

Tears started to stream down the rough cheeks of Clarence. Hope. Was there really hope for him? Did a person who had lived the type of life that had deserve a second chance?

The pastor got up again and began to tell the Christmas story. He told the story of how the world that the nativity story was set in was a world filled with despair and anxiety. There seemed to be no hope. Clarence understood that feeling. The pastor continued, “but into that dark depressed world, a baby was born who would change everything. Christmas is the celebration of Jesus being born and offering hope to the entire world.” Clarence was intently listening as the pastor shared how the Christ of Christmas could change lives. Clarence was ready for a change. In fact, he was at the point of either changing or ending his life.

It was the end of the service, as the congregation stood, the pastor uttered those words again, Christmas brings hope. He invited anyone who wanted to change their lives to come up front to the altar to pray. Clarence pushed past the people in his row and stumbled forward to the altar. With tears streaming down his face, he tried to pray, but didn’t know what to say. Several individuals gathered around Clarence and explained to him what it meant to give his life to Christ and offered to show him how to pray. As he prayed to God, Clarence felt the years of hardness, bitterness and anger disappear. It was replaced with love, the love of God.  For Clarence, this Christmas, hope came alive to him personally.


Christmas brings hope!



Thanks for reading my first short-story. I wrote this to read to my daughters this Christmas Eve. But I thought that I would share it with you too. :)

Clarence’s story is fiction, but it is based upon many stories of redemption that my family and I had the privilege of watching among our friends in Lebanon Pennsylvania. We have been forever changed as we watched God’s transforming power change lives.

Download the story as a PDF file.

ⓒ 2013 Robert W. Booth