Author

Rory Stuart Lindsay

Here is a little intro about myself. A Little about Rory Stuart Lindsay

My favourite poems…

Love

George Herbert. 1593–1632

   LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
        Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
      From my first entrance in,
  Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
      If I lack’d anything.

   ‘A guest,’ I answer’d, ‘worthy to be here:’
        Love said, ‘You shall be he.’
  ‘I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
        I cannot look on Thee.’
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
        ‘Who made the eyes but I?’

  ‘Truth, Lord; but I have marr’d them: let my shame
        Go where it doth deserve.’
‘And know you not,’ says Love, ‘Who bore the blame?’
      ‘My dear, then I will serve.’
‘You must sit down,’ says Love, ‘and taste my meat.’
       So I did sit and eat.

“If”
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run – Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

The Battle Hymn of the Republic
Ju­lia W. Howe
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free;
[originally …let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

Favourite Psalm

Psalm 121

Repairing the fake Clasp of disconnected Hearts

The following song “The Clasp” speaks of the disconnection in modern life.

Levi comes from a word meaning to “connect“. That is what I am about, but it has been a struggle because of my own disconnectedness with the Father. I have struggled to connect with God and thus I have mostly been unable to connect to others with His gospel. My heart needs purifying.

Even though it is from a secular and even pagan musician, Ian Anderson identifies a very deep hollowness in modern life. Ever since the fall in Eden we have continued to practice the failure of disconnectedness. Communion has been broken. Only Yeshua can break our disconnection. When the Altar of our Heart is sufficiently sanctified and dedicated and the uncleanness of our carnal flesh washed away we can touch other hearts. Even as believers we can be unable to connect because of our own lack of the following graces. We grieve the Holy Spirit without them.

4 Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust.
5 And beside this, giving all diligence,
add to your faith virtue;
and to virtue knowledge;
6 And to knowledge temperance;
and to temperance patience;
and to patience godliness;
7 And to godliness brotherly kindness;
and to brotherly kindness charity.
8 For if these things be in you, and abound, they make you that ye shall neither be barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.

II Peter 1:4-8

The answers to our ineffectiveness in ministry or relationships lie within our own impure and corrupted and blinded hearts. We must deal with the inner disconnection if the outer disconnection is to be healed. We need to put the above scriptures into practice. For far too long I have blamed the Lord for what I have caused.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit:
a broken and a contrite heart,
O God, thou wilt not despise.

Psalms 51:17

When the heart is clean we can bring the sacrifices that God wants. The heart is depicted as the altar that burns continually in the court of the tabernacle which represents our body. For far too long it has burned with an impure flame within me, defiling everything.

Seven days thou shalt make an atonement for the altar, and sanctify it; and it shall be an altar most holy: whatsoever toucheth the altar shall be holy.

Exodus 29:37

And thou shalt anoint the altar of the burnt offering, and all his vessels, and sanctify the altar: and it shall be an altar most holy.

Exodus 40:10

Surely the lingering shadow of the image of God is present even in unbelievers, a reminder of where they came from. Esau despised his birthright and sold his blessing too. Some sell out for money or fame to gain man’s empty praise. It’s a sad song the talented often play. Sometimes there is something prophetic that filters down from unclean sources, even from enemies of the gospel.

“The Clasp”
Jethro Tull
(Stage name of Ian Anderson’s persona and band)

We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits,
gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind
hard-weather hoods a-hiding.
Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel
afraid to chance a gentle touch —
afraid to make the clasp.

In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of ages.
On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl
commuters in their cages. Cryptic signals flash
across from pilots in the fast lane. Double-locked
and belted in — too late to make the clasp.

Let’s break the journey now on some lonely road.
Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload.
Talk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fear.
Refill the cup and drink it up. Say goodnight and
wish good luck.

Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles holding unsteady courses.
Grip the reins of history, high on their battle horses.
And meeting as good statesmen do before the T.V.
eyes of millions, hand to hand exchange the lie —
pretend to make the clasp.

“The Clasp” – Jethro Tull
from Album “Braodsword and the Beast”, 1982

Favourite Gospel

The Gospel of John

• The Eagle’s Perspective
• Yeshua, the Son of God
• “In the beginning was the Word.”

Worthy is the Lamb that is Slain

May Yeshua Receive the Reward of His Suffering.
May the Bride be washed spotless as a White Dove.
May the Accuser of the Brethren be cast out of Heaven.
May the New Man, the Manchild, Arise from the midst of the Assembly.
And the Kingdom belong to יהוה.

Even so, come Lord Yeshua…