“Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he.” Proverbs 29:18
“Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.” Jonathan Swift–Thoughts on Various Subjects
“Give us clear vision that we may know where to stand and what to stand for, because unless we stand for something, we shall fall for anything.” Peter Marshall, Mr. Jones, Meet the Master
“Vision is of God. A vision comes in advance of any task well done.” –Katherine Logan
This eighth-century, anonymous, Irish hymn text expresses, in the quaint Celtic style, the ageless need of man to have a heavenly vision and to experience God’s care and personal presence throughout this earthly pilgrimage. The author’s high regard for God is evident in the various titles ascribed Him: Vision, Lord, Best Thought, Wisdom, Word, Great Father, High King, Inheritance, Treasure, Sun, Ruler, and Heart. [see Kerux Illustration #14828]
Another interesting verse often omitted in our hymnals is as follows:
Be Thou my breast-plate, my sword for the fight,
Be Thou my armour, and be Thou my might;
Thou my soul’s shelter, and Thou my high tower,
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my Power.
Mary Byrne’s translation of this ancient Irish poem into English prose first appeared in the journal Erin, Volume Two, published in 1905. Later the prose was put into verse form by Eleanor H. Hull and published in her Poem Book of the Gael, 1912. The tune, “ Slane, “ is a traditional Irish air from Patrick W. Joyce’s collection, Old Irish Folk Music and Songs, published in 1909. The tune was originally used with a secular text, “With My Love on the Road.” Its first association with this hymn text was in the Irish Church Hymnal of 1919. The tune is named for a hill, ten miles from Tara, in County Meath, where St. Patrick is said to have challenged King Loegaire and the Druid priests by lighting the Paschal fire on Easter eve. Although the melody has been harmonized by various musicians such as Norman Johnson (See “Not What These Hands Have Done,” No. 64), it is generally recommended that this tune is most effective when sung in unison.
Mary Elizabeth Byrne was born in Dublin, Ireland, in 1880. She received her education at the University of Dublin and became a research worker and writer for the Board of Intermediate Education in her home town. One of her most important works was her contribution to the Old and Mid-Irish Dictionary and the Dictionary of the Irish Language.
Eleanor H. Hull was born in Manchester, England, on January 15, 1860. She was the founder and secretary of the Irish Text Society and served as president of the Irish Literary Society, in London. She authored several books on Irish history and literature.
Another anonymous writer has penned these significant thoughts about the importance of having a vision for one’s life:
. vision without a task is a dream;
. task without a vision is drudgery;
. vision with a task is the hope of the world.
Truly our visionary attitude throughout life is often the difference between success and mediocrity. One is reminded of the classic story of the two shoe-salesmen who were sent to a primitive island to determine business potential. The first salesman wired back, “Coming home immediately. No one here wears shoes.” The second man responded, “Send a boatload of shoes immediately. The possibilities for selling shoes here are unlimited. “
May we as believers be characterized as people of vision — “looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith. … “ Hebrews 12:2
“The highest joy that can be known by those who heav’n-ward wend– It is the Word of Life to own, and God to have as friend. –Nils Frykman
“To the preacher, life’s a sermon, To the joker, life’s a jest, To the miser, life is money, To the loafer, life’s a rest. “To the soldier, life’s a battle, To the teacher, life’s a school. Life’s a great thing for the thinker, But it’s folly to the fool. “Life is just one long vacation, To the man who loves his work, But it’s constant dodging duty To the everlasting shirk. “To the faithful, earnest worker Life’s a story ever new; Life is what we try to make it — What in truth is life to you?” –Unknown
You perhaps recall the story of the blacksmith who gave his heart to God. Though conscientious in his living, still he was not prospering materially. In fact, it seems that from the time of his conversion more trouble, affliction and loss were sustained than ever before. Everything seemed to be going wrong.
One day a friend who was not a Christian stopped at the little gorge to talk to him. Sympathizing with him in some of his trials, the friend said, “It seems strange to me that so much affliction should pass over you just at the time when you have become an earnest Christian. Of course, I don’t want to weaken your faith in God or anything like that. But here you are, God’s help and guidance, and yet things seem to be getting steadily worse. I can’t help wondering why it is.”
The blacksmith did not answer immediately, and it was evident that he had thought the same question before. But finally, he said “You see here the raw iron which I have to make into horse’s shoes. You know what I do with it? I take a piece and heat it in the fire until it is red, almost white with the heat. Then I hammer it unmercifully to shape it as I know it should be shaped. Then I plunge it into a pail of cold water to temper it. Then I heat it again and hammer it some more. I do this until it is finished.”
“But sometimes I find a piece of iron that won’t stand up under this treatment. The heat and the hammering and the cold water are too much for it. I don’t know why it fails in the process, but I know it will never make a good horse’s shoe.”
He pointed to a heap of scrap iron that was near the door of his shop. “When I get a piece that cannot take the shape and temper, I throw it out on the scrap heap. It will never be good for anything.”
He went on, “I know that God has been holding me in the fires of affliction and I have felt His hammer upon me. But I don’t mind if only He can bring me to what I should be. And so, in all these hard things my prayer is simply this: Try me in any way you wish, Lord, only don’t throw me on the scrap heap.” — By Lynell Waterman,
Why do we call gossip “scuttlebutt?” . . . Say this word out loud a couple of times in succession and it will sound like total nonsense. That’s because the words from which it comes have nothing to do with present day life. Scuttle and butt hearken back to the olden days of sailing ships.
The butt was a cask of fresh drinking water–a very important object on any ship. The scuttle was the hatch or hole on the deck of the ship near which the butt was placed. Sailors coming over for a drink tended to linger for a moment, exchanging the “latest” with whomever else was drinking. What they said became known as scuttlebutt. Today at work we gossip around the water cooler. — Source: WEBSTER’S THIRD NEW INTERNATIONAL DICTIONARY