Coconut
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Just a little something I read this morning that brought the glory down...
"I read somewhere recently that Shackleton, when he was making preparations for his horrifying excursion into the Antartic, posted a recruitment ad. This is how it read:
MEN WANTED FOR HAZARDOUS JOURNEY. SMALL WAGES. BITTER COLD. SAFE RETURN DOUBTFUL.
Over 5,000 men applied. He chose 27. When I read the book South and then came across this recruitment ad, I am reminded of my own sense of what I’m to do. I don’t feel called to go over familiar ground. I don’t feel any excitement in maintaining discovered territory. I have no interest in culturing our found country. I hear a beckoning to unknown frontiers. I feel an irresistible tug towards undiscovered lands. I don’t want to go alone, but I will. I realize the dangers. I’m aware of the pay. I know the unfriendly conditions. I know I might venture out beyond safe return. But I just know there’s something out there. And I want to find it."
Heb 11:9 By faith he became a sojourner in the land of promise, as in a land not his own, dwelling in tents... the heirs with him of the same promise: for he looked for the city which hath the foundations, whose builder and maker is God.
Heb 13:13 Let us therefore go forth unto him without the camp, bearing his reproach. For we have not here an abiding city, but we seek after the city which is to come.
"I read somewhere recently that Shackleton, when he was making preparations for his horrifying excursion into the Antartic, posted a recruitment ad. This is how it read:
MEN WANTED FOR HAZARDOUS JOURNEY. SMALL WAGES. BITTER COLD. SAFE RETURN DOUBTFUL.
Over 5,000 men applied. He chose 27. When I read the book South and then came across this recruitment ad, I am reminded of my own sense of what I’m to do. I don’t feel called to go over familiar ground. I don’t feel any excitement in maintaining discovered territory. I have no interest in culturing our found country. I hear a beckoning to unknown frontiers. I feel an irresistible tug towards undiscovered lands. I don’t want to go alone, but I will. I realize the dangers. I’m aware of the pay. I know the unfriendly conditions. I know I might venture out beyond safe return. But I just know there’s something out there. And I want to find it."
Heb 11:9 By faith he became a sojourner in the land of promise, as in a land not his own, dwelling in tents... the heirs with him of the same promise: for he looked for the city which hath the foundations, whose builder and maker is God.
Heb 13:13 Let us therefore go forth unto him without the camp, bearing his reproach. For we have not here an abiding city, but we seek after the city which is to come.
