This clipping actually tells us a fair bit about the diary. It appears to be a newspaper clipping summarising biblical teaching by Rev. A.R. Osborn of Chalmers Church. A century ago this was common to publish Christian teaching and sermon notes in the newspaper for people who missed the service. As it came unglued I also posted the back of the clipping which shows a portion of the clipping, which shows sports results. I know the lack of paragraph gaps makes it annoying to read, but I wanted it transcribed as printed. It was probably printed this way to conserve space.
Page 44: clipping transcribed
Last evening Rev. A. R. Osborn concluded his series on the “”Life after death.” The work of previous sermons was that of analysis and of providing a groundwork for our conclusions. Throughout he maintained there was a revelation of truth. People asked them why it was so inaccurately defined. In answering this he took the analogy of a little child asking what the electric light was and where it a came from. Dearly the child’s conception must be inadequate, and to a certain extent inaccurate . To us who know a little more it seems absurd. Yet the light was there, and no one thinks that the little one’s confused and imaginative thinking discredits the existence of any light at all. So it was with the Jews. They began with the idea of Sheol. This idea was, however, disturbed by the growing perception that in this life there is not always reward or punishment, and also by their continual oppression. Gradually the revelation came that God will conquer all unrighteousness, and that in the life to be the wrong of the earth would be put right. This was the light; but we must not expect that they would define it accurately. Just as in the case of the child their description as we have it in their apocalyptic literature was inadequate, and often inaccurate and imaginary. Christ did not give accurate definition, because the people were not even then sufficiently developed to understand it; but he taught the correctives to know they would in time do their work. Among these were the spiritual nature of the Kingdom of God and the Fatherhood of God. After Christ the church entered on a period of struggle which was followed by the empire resulting in a vast ecclesiastical system. It was only at the Reformation that men came back to the study of divine revelation. Of course they could not do all. We are working out what they began, and the more we understand Christ’s teaching about the spiritual nature of His Kingdom the more do we feel dissatisfied with the old description, though not with the light behind the description. Hence we may say first of all that there is undoubtedly a life after death. Even scientific men are coming to favour this view, though at first many opposed it. Science, however, confesses that it has no real objection to offer to a future life. Some indeed say that our sentient life is due to the union of soul and body, and that the destruction of the body means cessation of conscious existence. This however, is no objection if in the future state we inhabit a spiritual body which is what the Christian doctrine of a resurrection asserts. As to the nature of the future life little can be said. We can reverently only speculate. It is sufficient to say that it will be well for the good, and that evil and good alike will be rewarded. The preacher then into a discussion of future punishment, describing the objects of punishment, vindictive, deterrent and reformatory, and indicating how these bore on the question of future punishment. In conclusion he thought that while a few things are sure, and we must be guided by them, much regarding manner and ultimate issue cannot be answered. We can simply trust the Eternal Father.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Page 43 ½ : clipping
Page 43 ½ : clipping
The curious thing about the next page with something on it is that it is only half a page, for some reason half has been cut out and the page number has been written in as 43 ½ which I found weird. The text is strange too but was definitely glued in. To me it appears to only be half of what was written. You may need to click on the image to make it more zoomed and easier to read. I have no idea what this clipping is describing or where the rest of it is. I would say it is supposed to be a bookmark but it was definitely glued in like you would glue an important clipping. I really have no idea what this is about, it is too strange for me to even guess.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Page 40 Transcribed: Poem (Giving)
I hope I transcribe this correctly because some words were difficult to read...
Giving
What do we give each other
who meet on life’s troubled way?
A tear, or a smile, or a helping hand-
a brave “Godspeed” to the Fatherland,
or merely a brief “Good day”?
What do we give to each other?
Do we guess at the hearts ache
‘neath the smiling lips and flippant speech;
there are hidden thorns on the path of each
there are burdens that wellnigh break.
What do we give to each other?
Do we tender mere stones for bread,
or living grain from God’s garnered store;
who borroweth hence may return for more,
till each hungry soul is fed.
But as we give to each other,
pray God that His love may flow
through our pitying hearts to the hearts that ache,
for loveless hands may no comfort take
to the secret haunts of woe.
Giving
What do we give each other
who meet on life’s troubled way?
A tear, or a smile, or a helping hand-
a brave “Godspeed” to the Fatherland,
or merely a brief “Good day”?
What do we give to each other?
Do we guess at the hearts ache
‘neath the smiling lips and flippant speech;
there are hidden thorns on the path of each
there are burdens that wellnigh break.
What do we give to each other?
Do we tender mere stones for bread,
or living grain from God’s garnered store;
who borroweth hence may return for more,
till each hungry soul is fed.
But as we give to each other,
pray God that His love may flow
through our pitying hearts to the hearts that ache,
for loveless hands may no comfort take
to the secret haunts of woe.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Page 36 Transcribed: Poem (Beyond)
Page 36 Transcribed: Poem (Beyond)
Beyond
Never a word is said, but it trembles in the air,
And the truant voice has sped, to vibrate everywhere;
And perhaps far off in eternal years
The echo may ring upon our ears.
Never are kind acts done to wipe the weeping eyes,
But like flashes of the sun, they signal to the skies;
And up above the angels read
How we have helped the sorer need.
Never a day is given, but it tones the after years,
And it carries up to heaven its sunshine or its tears;
While the to-morrows stand and wait,
The silent mutes by the outer gate.
There is no end to the sky, and the stars are everywhere,
And time is eternity, and the here is over there;
For the common deeds of the common day
Are ringing bells in the far-away.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Page 22: clipping (The Main Steps to the Higher Life of Faith, Victory and Blessing)
Page 22: clipping
Like the other clippings I don’t really need to transcribe page 22 as it is typed. You may need to click on the image to make it more zoomed and easier to read. There are a lot of blank pages where clippings have fallen out. This clipping appears to be some sort of theological discussion, and I really like it and wholeheartedly agree with it.
I wish the other clippings hadn’t fallen out because some of these are very interesting.
Transcribed:
The Main Steps to the Higher Life of Faith, Victory and Blessing
Without intimating or implying that there is any mechanical and uniform order in human experience, or that a human soul can be run like an engine, along an iron track, from station to station, there are six or seven successive stages of experience through which believers generally pass who enter into this higher life of faith, victory and blessing.
We venture to indicate what the steps in such advance are.
1. The prompt renunciation of whatever is known or even suspected to be contrary to the will of God. Conscience must first of all be clean, and clear of conscious disobedience or neglect of duty. Hindrance to holy living must be abandoned.
2. The acceptance of the Lord Jesus Christ not only as Saviour but as Lord. A new surrender to the will of God, which practically enthrones Him as Sovereign. The self-life sacrificed, with its self –indulgence and self-dependence.
3. Obedience now becomes the watchword of the soul. The will of God being voluntarily enthroned, compliance with it becomes habitual and natural, and service to God the supreme end of one's being.
4. This prepares for close and constant fellowship with God. Communion ceases to be occasional and clouded, and the great premise of John xiv. 23. becomes increasingly real in actual experience.
5. The sense of Divine possession of one's entire being - spirit, soul and body - is the natural outcome of such conditions. When there is no longer any conscious reservation because the whole being joyfully yielded up to Him, we become consciously His own.
6. There is now a new joy and peace which passeth understanding, a new revelation of Christ as an indwelling presence, and a true infilling of the Holy Ghost.
7. All this fits the largest possible service to God and man. God gives to all truly consecrated believers the scepter of holy influence. The Living Water, which was at first a draught to quench thirst, and then a well or spring of life within, now becomes a stream, flowing out and multiplying into rivers of blessing. This is the last stage of the Victorious Life - the stage of triumphant power over sin, prevailing power in prayer, and witnessing power among men. Whatever is done primarily to please one’s self puts at risk pleasing God, and hence a high standard of holy living always and in everything involves obedience to two simple, practical rules:
(A) I will seek to please Christ as my Master and Lord, the Sovereign of my life; (B) I will seek to please my neighbour for his good unto edification.
Dr. A.T. Pierson
Like the other clippings I don’t really need to transcribe page 22 as it is typed. You may need to click on the image to make it more zoomed and easier to read. There are a lot of blank pages where clippings have fallen out. This clipping appears to be some sort of theological discussion, and I really like it and wholeheartedly agree with it.
I wish the other clippings hadn’t fallen out because some of these are very interesting.
Transcribed:
The Main Steps to the Higher Life of Faith, Victory and Blessing
Without intimating or implying that there is any mechanical and uniform order in human experience, or that a human soul can be run like an engine, along an iron track, from station to station, there are six or seven successive stages of experience through which believers generally pass who enter into this higher life of faith, victory and blessing.
We venture to indicate what the steps in such advance are.
1. The prompt renunciation of whatever is known or even suspected to be contrary to the will of God. Conscience must first of all be clean, and clear of conscious disobedience or neglect of duty. Hindrance to holy living must be abandoned.
2. The acceptance of the Lord Jesus Christ not only as Saviour but as Lord. A new surrender to the will of God, which practically enthrones Him as Sovereign. The self-life sacrificed, with its self –indulgence and self-dependence.
3. Obedience now becomes the watchword of the soul. The will of God being voluntarily enthroned, compliance with it becomes habitual and natural, and service to God the supreme end of one's being.
4. This prepares for close and constant fellowship with God. Communion ceases to be occasional and clouded, and the great premise of John xiv. 23. becomes increasingly real in actual experience.
5. The sense of Divine possession of one's entire being - spirit, soul and body - is the natural outcome of such conditions. When there is no longer any conscious reservation because the whole being joyfully yielded up to Him, we become consciously His own.
6. There is now a new joy and peace which passeth understanding, a new revelation of Christ as an indwelling presence, and a true infilling of the Holy Ghost.
7. All this fits the largest possible service to God and man. God gives to all truly consecrated believers the scepter of holy influence. The Living Water, which was at first a draught to quench thirst, and then a well or spring of life within, now becomes a stream, flowing out and multiplying into rivers of blessing. This is the last stage of the Victorious Life - the stage of triumphant power over sin, prevailing power in prayer, and witnessing power among men. Whatever is done primarily to please one’s self puts at risk pleasing God, and hence a high standard of holy living always and in everything involves obedience to two simple, practical rules:
(A) I will seek to please Christ as my Master and Lord, the Sovereign of my life; (B) I will seek to please my neighbour for his good unto edification.
Dr. A.T. Pierson
Friday, May 22, 2009
Page 18-19 Transcribed:
Today I do two pages as it is the one piece.
Page 18-19 Transcribed:
There’s a sea for weary souls, Crimson Sea;
And its cleansing billows roll over me
To this sea your sorrows bring,
And its waves will heal their sting,
It is flowing while I sing over me.
Oh what heavenly raptures steal over me.
Just when the waves I feel over me
All my sins and sorrows go
And my heart is white as snow
While the cleansing billows roll over me.
Over me, Over me, Over me, Over me
Let the cleansing billows roll over me
Let me bathe my weary soul
Purify and make me whole
While the cleansing billows roll over me.
There’s an ocean full of love, love to me
Love of God in Heaven above, love to me
I, a rebel, full of guile
And my heart so black and vile
Yet he loves me all the while, even me.
Like an ocean wide and deep. Love to me.
For sinners He did weep, even me.
He has made me fully whole
And this love now fills my soul
Like a wave I feel it roll, over me.
Grace is flowing like a river, grace for me
Grace so ____ me up forever, grace for me.
Like a river it does flow,
Free to all men here below.
There’s enough from me I know, even me
It is flowing every day, grace for me.
By his grace He keeps me whole
Gives me victory in my soul
Like a wave i feel it roll, over me.
Page 18-19 Transcribed:
There’s a sea for weary souls, Crimson Sea;
And its cleansing billows roll over me
To this sea your sorrows bring,
And its waves will heal their sting,
It is flowing while I sing over me.
Oh what heavenly raptures steal over me.
Just when the waves I feel over me
All my sins and sorrows go
And my heart is white as snow
While the cleansing billows roll over me.
Over me, Over me, Over me, Over me
Let the cleansing billows roll over me
Let me bathe my weary soul
Purify and make me whole
While the cleansing billows roll over me.
There’s an ocean full of love, love to me
Love of God in Heaven above, love to me
I, a rebel, full of guile
And my heart so black and vile
Yet he loves me all the while, even me.
Like an ocean wide and deep. Love to me.
For sinners He did weep, even me.
He has made me fully whole
And this love now fills my soul
Like a wave I feel it roll, over me.
Grace is flowing like a river, grace for me
Grace so ____ me up forever, grace for me.
Like a river it does flow,
Free to all men here below.
There’s enough from me I know, even me
It is flowing every day, grace for me.
By his grace He keeps me whole
Gives me victory in my soul
Like a wave i feel it roll, over me.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Page 17 Transcribed: poem
Page 17 Transcribed: poem
(Pages 7-16 were left blank. There are faded glue spots so I assume the writer had things pasted in and the glue has worn off)
A Perfect Kingdom
A man can build a mansion
and furnish it throughout,
a man can build a place
with lofty walls and stout;
a man can build a temple
with high and spascious dome,
but no man in the world can build
that prescious place called home.
No; tis the happy faculty
of woman, far and wide,
to turn a cot or palace
into something else besides;
where brothers, sons and husbands tried
with willing footsteps come,
a place of rest where love abounds,
a perfect kingdom- Home.
“Monster Reciter”
(Pages 7-16 were left blank. There are faded glue spots so I assume the writer had things pasted in and the glue has worn off)
A Perfect Kingdom
A man can build a mansion
and furnish it throughout,
a man can build a place
with lofty walls and stout;
a man can build a temple
with high and spascious dome,
but no man in the world can build
that prescious place called home.
No; tis the happy faculty
of woman, far and wide,
to turn a cot or palace
into something else besides;
where brothers, sons and husbands tried
with willing footsteps come,
a place of rest where love abounds,
a perfect kingdom- Home.
“Monster Reciter”
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Page 6 Transcribed: clipping (Loving Attractions)
Page 6 Transcribed: clipping
Page 6 of the diary is a small clipping with some writing on one side and a picture of a clock and some incorrect mathematics on the back. I think the picture is an advertisement for one of those old pocket-watches, it has no photo it is hand drawn. I will only include the side with writing on it because I think this was the side that was clipped out. It is pretty clere if you click on it for enlargement but I will transcribe it anyway because of the quality-
Loving Attractions
It is a small thing for a son or a daughter to show loving attentions to their ageing father and mother, and yet these same tactful deeds give more pleasure to a parent’s heart than anything else in the whole world. Our parents are dependent upon us for their happiness. We can make their lives radiant with joy or gloomy with disappointment. A touch is passing, a word of endearment, a cushion or a wrap, a kiss at coming or going, a bunch of flowers, a welcome newspaper clipping, a little errand – in such trifling ways as these may a mother’s life be filled with deepest joy. Let us be a little more thoughtful, for mother’s sake. We shall be sorry for it when we come to take a last look at her loving face.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Page 5 Transcribed: another poem (Judge Not)
Page 5 Transcribed:
Judge Not!
Judge not: the workings of his brain
and his heart thou canst not see;
what looks to thy dim eyes a stain,
in God’s pure light may only be
a scar brought from some well won field
where thou wouldest only faint and yield.
The look, the air, that frets thy sight
may be a token that below
the soul has closed in deadly fight
with some infernal, fiery Joe;
whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace,
and east thee, shuddering, on thy face.
The fall thou darest to despise,
maybe the angels slackened hand
has suffered it, Heat Ice (??) may rise
and take a firmer, surer stand;
or trusting less to earthly things
may henceforth learn to use his wings.
and judge none lost; but wait and see
with hopeful pity, not disdain;
the depth of the abyss may be
the measure of the height of pain
and love and glory, that may raise
the soul to God in after days.
A.A. Procter,
September 18th 1900
Monday, May 11, 2009
Page 4: Clipping of a poem
I don't need to transcribe page 4 as it is typed and very readable. You may need to click on the image to make it more zoomed and easier to read. It is blank apart from having this clipping of a poem in it. Because of the blank page I am assuming that the poem was pasted in and the glue has warn off.
I won't scan the back of the clipping as it is half a story but it looks interesting, it seems to be a fictional account of a rogue farmhand stealing a horse.
I won't scan the back of the clipping as it is half a story but it looks interesting, it seems to be a fictional account of a rogue farmhand stealing a horse.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Page 3 Transcribed: what appears to be thoughts after reading Sheldons "The Reformer"
Page 3 Transcribed:
Page 208 “The Reformer” (Sheldon) Why should I run away from hard work, where _____ and yet no man knows unless he has been in the ministry the enormous demands on the profession. I am not speaking boastfulness or complaint when I say no profession requires such constant & varied exercise of all the power of manhood. Do you wonder that the ministry sometimes grows discouraged as it faces a labour that in the nature of the case can never be completed in any sense & has the vision of an ideal that no church or parish ever yet realised? And then of late I am haunted by a doubt as to the value of a great deal I am doing. It is not the hard work I am beginning to dread, it is the fear that it is wasted power & that the organised church of today ought to be changing much of its practice in order to do what Christ wants done...
Page 211- My people are some of the best men & women in the city, they are loyal & true & any man might well be proud of their friendship. It is a compliment to the ministry that the unchristian part of the community turns to the Church & the preacher for comfort & help. My ideals are constantly disappointed. It is not the service I shrink from.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Page 2 Transcribed
Page 2 Transcribed:
Some people burden themselves with three kinds of trouble- all they ever had, all they have now & all the expect to have.
A man who never makes mistakes, never makes anything else either.
It has been my experience that you’ve got to have leisure to be unhappy. Half the troubles in this world are imaginary and it takes time to work them up.
Page 1b Transcribed:
Page 1b Transcribed:
We don’t want arguments from our friends; we want sympathies, sensibilities, emotional bonds. The right persons silence is worth more for companionship than the wisest talk in the world from anybody else. It is not your mind that is needed here or what you know; it is your heart and what you feel. You see the warm-blooded side of things that is what is really valuable. That is how you can help.
Love may laugh at locksmiths, but it knows better than to fool with a dog.
The present; the present is all thou hast;
For thy sure possessing;
Like the patriarchs angel, hold-it fast-
Till it gives its blessing – J.S. Whittier
When you see a man in woe,
Walk right-up and say “Hullo!”
Say “Hullo” an “How dýa do?”
“How’s the world amusing you”
Slap the fellow on the back,
Bring your hand down with a whack;
Walk right-up and don’t go slow,
Grin and shake an’say “Hullo”!
Be useful if you would be respected.
Why is Sunday the strongest day? Because all the others are week-days.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Page 1a Transcribed: Hymn 220
Page 1a Transcribed:
Hymn 220
The writer of verse 4 has been basking in the pure light of God’s love, he has had a few moments of blissful assurance while writing the preceding verses & feels he could trust even though God should slay & such a verse as Zephaniah 3:17 must have been on his mind: “The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love (or the marginal reading is He will be silent in His love), he will joy over thee with singing.” And looking over the vineyards he feels if God should take away all earthly comforts yet he would abide ____ ____ & if the field should not wither nor flocks nor herds be there, which would mean famine or death to hundreds, still at that moment he felt his God was such a Guide & friend, that no matter what happened “All must be well”. Every soul rises at times to a state of perfect happiness when reviewing the exceeding greatness of God’s power to us-ward who believe (Eph 1:19). (No wonder his voice would be ____ to sing this praise & he would trust confidingly & could not but rejoice & pour forth his gratitude to his Heavenly Father- How much brighter our lives would be if we could but keep our thoughts on our Saviours love & power).
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Thoughts from a century ago transcribed by Nick Flight is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 2.5 Australia License.