“Honouring the Ties that Bound”
by Martha Perkins

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 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.

You couldn’t get away with lyrics like that in 1992. Images of a warring God are out; a peaceful, loving, bountiful God is in, to match our own yearning for a much simpler world, “the way it used to be”. Sort of the life we imagine the Essonville pioneers living, without the hard edges. Indeed, for them, life truly was a battle. There were rocks in the fields, cold drafts through the cabin, and the constant worry of what the next season would bring. How many of them wanted to pack it all in and return home, or at least move into town?

Have we not trials and temptations,
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged
Take it to the Lord in prayer!