Harry Whitt on the Journey with Jesus
The featured photo is a typical class of our school at Bossier, Haiti.
August has been an eventful month for the Whitt Family. On August 22nd, Jennie and I welcomed our newest granddaughter into the world. Perri Amelia Jane Whitt arrived healthy and beautiful for which we are so thankful. She is the daughter of Seth and Lanie Whitt.
“How much does it cost?”, it is a question we ask when we shop. But life is a series of questions of, “How much does it cost?” It all comes down to value. Everything has a value fixed at a different level by different people. What do we really value?
When I leave my home I travel a little over three miles before coming to a “T” intersection. I have a choice then of going north or south; that is my only choice. If I turn north, you could say I’m going toward the city of Boaz or Albertville but if I turn south, you could say I’m going toward Attalla or Gadsden. Our direction of travel indicates our destination. How foolish people would think me to be, if I traveled north hoping to arrive at a city to the south. So it is with life, too many folks are traveling north with the thought of arriving somewhere south.
I am not sure if this is a sermon or a confession, because of the sins I will describe I have also been guilty. The thoughts of empty words have been rumbling in my heart for some
time now. This rumbling is not just for a sermon or post but is also the conviction of the Holy Spirit to bring me into a better alignment with the image of Jesus—to be like Him. So, let my lesson of empty words be your lesson as well.
“I must work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day; the night is coming when no one can work” (John 9:4 NKJV).
Some people have a problem when they hit thirty years of age. Not me, it was forty for me. When you reach the age of your father when you were born, your father will be Continue reading “While it is Day”
Revelation of Jesus
How many cold hearts have yearned for salvation’s heat but found no ember in my heart?
Who has longed for the peace of Christ but found only trouble on my tongue?
What number looked for Jesus but found no resemblance of His image in my life?
What crippled beggar has longed for someone with the hope of Jesus but my feet never sought him out?
