It was told them this was the only plan for their dispensation, that sins might be rolled ahead, peradventure the Messiah might come that year, and everything would be all right. There was no salvation in a name; in fact, they did not even know the name of God. When they asked His name, they were told His name would be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, and The Prince of Peace.
By Allan C Oggs Sr
We live in the most advanced stage of any people that has existed.
We are blessed with so much that often we forget just how big the blessings are.
We enjoy so many conveniences that other folk before us did not enjoy.
We live in a tremendous hour.
It is a great day to live.
It is an outstanding time for us.
I have all the respect for the stories told about how it was in the good old days, and I’m as much a romanticist as the next.
I can sit and listen to stories about forty years ago—about the kerosene lamps, and how Grandad used to keep me soulbound talking about the Indians and his bag of sugar; how when traveling in the wagon, and hostile Indians would come their way, they would always have a bag of cube sugar.
It seemed to sweeten up the relationship between them.
The Indians would eat the sugar, Grandpa would slap the old horse and away they would go.
It’s a thrill to hear about all the so-called good old days when Mama used to whip the children behind the old woodshed.
But I’m thinking now about the reason they had a woodshed; when they carried the wood and set it by the fireside.
All this is really nice to hear about.
Frankly, I’d rather flip the switch and enjoy the lights.
I’d rather somehow manipulate the thermostat and find a happy medium.
We enjoy so many things today, which proves to me that we are living in a tremendous moment in the history of man, not only in technology, but in the many other advantages we enjoy.
It has not been too many years ago that the health department would sneak out, grab the door and slam it shut.
Then they would plaster across the door of the house the word Plague.
The health officer would then run for his life, and the neighbors would stand across the street and down the block, and listen to what a plague would do on the inside.
You see, the household was supposed to be contaminated by a curse called the plague.
You could stand and hear people screaming, and you could hear the sounds of hurt, and finally, when it all got quiet, you knew what had happened.
The plague had taken another life.
They would then go in and drag out the dead body that this horrible sickness had claimed.
As it turned out, the plague was only a bad appendix, and what used to be called a plague is now considered minor surgery.
One is over the operation in a few days at the most.
Yes, this is a great time to be living.
Materially, in technology, and in knowledge, we are blessed in this affluent hour.
Not only do we enjoy trinkets and gadgets, but the church today is the visible proof that we are living in a spiritually great day.
It is called the dispensation of grace.