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Responsible and a devotion from Days of Praise

I am responsible for sharing God's Word. I'm sharing this because it is a powerful testimony for the eternal quality of The Word of God. (rachel)

 September 22, 2026

Purified Seven Times
“The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times. Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.” (Psalm 12:6-7)

The preservation of the divinely given words of Scripture is incomparably superior to that of all other ancient writings. God has not allowed any of His words to “pass away,” for Jesus said, “Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away” (Matthew 24:35). They are, in fact, “for ever . . . settled in heaven” (Psalm 119:89).

Although the original autographs of Moses, Paul, and the other human writers have long vanished (perhaps they have even been translated to heaven with the Ark of the Covenant—note Revelation 11:19), God saw to it that dedicated Hebrew scribes and Christian scholars meticulously copied the writings through the centuries so that we still have God’s Word to guide us today. Although there are variant readings in different manuscripts, the original words are there somewhere. Very few real questions remain about any of these, so we have the original Greek and Hebrew words to a high degree of accuracy.

The fires of anti-Christian persecution, caviling humanistic philosophies, literary criticism, scientific skepticism, pagan pantheism, cultic distortions, and apathetic indifference have sought to destroy God’s Word, but all have failed. It is the bestseller of all time, translated into more languages than any other work.

No matter what forces are directed against it, it always emerges brighter and surer than ever! Even this present generation will fail in all modern attempts to defeat the Holy Scriptures, for God will “preserve them from this generation for ever.”  - HMM

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Season (guest post)

 It was in the mall first,

 Where it meant next to nothing.

 Just the plyers plying what they could ply,

Selling goods that didn’t match the outside.

But then it was in the light.

 Even in August it was in the light.

 Summer saw it and surrendered almost immediately.

 One summer activity after another had its last

 - the last game, the last cookout, the last holiday -

Until there were no more lasts left.

It was in the trees by early September.

 An easily-overlooked few in the beginning,

 Then more,

 Then all.

 Like a wave the trees rolled.

 Over me they rolled.

 And though I did not roll with them

 I was moved all the same.

Indian Summer, stubborn at the start,

Succumbed quicker than I thought it would.

 I couldn’t stop it,

Couldn’t make it stay,

 Couldn’t deny it was gone,

Couldn’t deny anymore that change was coming,

That change had come.

By the time the farmers brought in their crops,

 It was everywhere.

 Nothing from before remained.

 All was different now.

 All was changed.

 All was autumn.

 And though it’s not winter

 It is heading that way.

- Douglas McCoy