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Teddy Roosevelt, San Juan Hill, Cuba
"A large leniency should be observed toward the man who uses
influences only to get himself a place near the flashing of the guns."
Teddy Roosevelt

 

THE WAR ROOM
BEFORE YOU ENLIST....

A soldier of Christ Jesus is not to be the enemy of everyone he meets. Jesus was the friend of sinners:

John 15:15 (KJV) Henceforth I call you not servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known unto you.

Proverbs 18:24 (KJV) A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.

There is NO way you will win a lost soul to Christ if he does not first become your friend. Door to door evangelism is a cheap substitute for the method of Christ and Paul. When you are not at war, is your home the resting place of sinners and saints. Loaner warriors are sour old geezers.

Read this poem and learn.

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A HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

SAM WALTER ROSS


There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice.
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road-
It's here the race of men go by.
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish- so am I;
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

 

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