Give Reviving

Father for Thy, promised blessing, Still we plead before Thy throne

For the times of, sweet refreshing, Which can come from Thee alone
Blessed earnests, Thou hast given, But in these we would not rest
Blessings still with, Thee are hidden, Pour them forth and make us blest!

Prayer ascendeth to Thee ever, Answer! Father, answer prayer
Bless oh bless each, weak endeavor, Blood-bought pardon to declare
Wake Thy slumbering, children wake them, Bid them to Thy harvest go
Blessings O our, Father make, Round their steps let blessings flow

Let no people be forgotten, Let Thy showers on all descend
That in one loud blessed anthem, millions may in triumph blend
Give reviving, give refreshing, Give the looked-for Jubilee
To Thyself may, crowds be pressing, Bringing glory unto Thee

Give reviving, give refreshing, Give the looked-for Jubilee
To Thyself may, crowds be pressing, Bringing glory unto Thee

"Call me Ishmael."

This post intends to lift the chin of the faint of heart. I've learned of a very insidious disbelief among humans today: the disbelief of one of the most majestic mammals that calls Earth "home." (No, Bobbie, I'm not referring to the unicorn). Nay, I refer to that perilous pony of the sea, that wiley whale of the wave--indeed, the WHITE WHALE.

It is elusive, it is dangerous, it is the ghost that haunts your dreams. But, it is not a myth. Early in the morning, late in the evening, just after lunch time and when your tummy is full of PB and J and Coca-Cola, and really any other time of the day that the WHITE WHALE so chooses, should you be just so lucky, at just such the right time, when the wind blows in just the right direction, and the sun beams shine down at just the right angle, your eyes' gaze may light on one of the most reflective surfaces in the universe--the skin of the WHITE WHALE.

And, should you be just so lucky, at just such the right time, when the wind blows in just the right direction, and the sun beams shine down at just the right angle, and if your eyes' gaze does light on one of the most reflective surfaces in the universe and it does not happen to be caught on that clear fanta bottle that has floated over from some boy's lunch during a holiday on the coast in Europe, but your eyes' gaze in fact lights on the WHITE WHALE, then your soul will experience such a SOUL TSUNAMI unlike ever before. Your heart will leap, your hearing will go in and out for a moment, your eyes will water with tears of joy and glory, and you will have come eye to eye with that most majestic of mammals--the WHITE WHALE. I can only hope and pray and long for you who disbelieve to experience such a moment. I have. I am forever changed.

The WHITE WHALE "doesn't exist." Hurumph! Tsk. Tsk. Believing is seeing, my friends. Believing is seeing.

Ahoy! The White Whale!

The Week Of Jubilee is almost upon us.