House Church Talk - Administrative notice

[David Anderson]

    Hi all,

Snow is falling here - almost 4 inches now and still coming strong.

As you may know, posts from the House Church Talk  list are archived on the web. 
Your email addresses, however, are cloaked so that the spam-bots don't 
find them.

I am going to be working on the archives for the next few days. Please 
let me know if there is something in your posts that you would like 
changed or removed.

We are attempting to leave a "paper trail" for others to follow at a 
later date. May God help us! This has been a good year, btw, for the list 
in that more of the messages were relevant and most of the participants 
were considerate of others. God be thanked.

Concerning that paper(less) trail or footprints, consider these words of 
old:

           A Psalm of Life 

                    by Henry W Longfellow                          

          Tell me not, in mournful numbers,  
             Life is but an empty dream!  
          For the soul is dead that slumbers,  
             And things are not what they seem.  
            
          Life is real -- Life is earnest --  
             And the grave is not its goal:  
          Dust thou art, to dust returnest,  
             Was not spoken of the soul.  

          Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,  
             Is our destin'd end or way;  
          But to act, that each to-morrow  
             Find us farther than to-day.  

          Art is long, and Time is fleeting,  
             And our hearts, though stout and brave,  
          Still, like muffled drums, are beating  
             Funeral marches to the grave.  

          In the world's broad field of battle,  
             In the bivouac of Life,  
          Be not dumb, driven cattle!  
             Be a hero in the strife!  

          Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!  
             Let the dead Past bury its dead!  
          Act -- act in the living Present!  
             Heart within, and God o'er head!  

          Lives of great men all remind us  
             We can make our lives sublime,  
           -->  And, departing, leave behind us  
             Footprints on the sands of time.  

          Footprints, that, perhaps another,  
             Sailing o'er life's solemn main,  
          A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,  
             Seeing, shall take heart again.  <-- 

          Let us then be up and doing,  
             With a heart for any fate;  
          Still achieving, still pursuing,  
             Learn to labor and to wait.