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My Unearthing

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To forgive my sin, God died in my place.
High in the heavens He sits on His throne.
My Savior, Jesus, rose to give me grace.
Before I believed, Death laughed in my face,
knowing how Hades would burn every bone;
to forgive my sin, God died in my place,
for all the worldly pleasures I used to chase:
the drugs, the dollars, the false religions I was shown.
My Savior, Jesus, rose to give me grace!
When I started seeing through blindness, I quit the race
for the drugs, the dollars, the false religions I was shown.
To forgive my sin, God died in my place.
He loves us all. We’re each His special case.
Until I found out, my heart was like stone:
my Savior, Jesus, rose to give me grace.
The Potter’s pierced hands healed this sightless vase;
my salvation now rests on Christ alone:
to forgive my sin, God died in my place;
my Savior, Jesus, rose to give me grace.

On December 12, 1982, I placed my hope for eternal salvation in the nail-pierced hands of Jesus. On that day, I came to terms with the fact that I was a sinner, for “all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.” And since “the wages of sin is death,” I knew there’d be Hell to pay after I died. On that day, I also learned that “the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” That’s when I threw in with Jesus, who was God in the flesh, who loved me enough to die on the cross to forgive my sins, and whose Father then raised Him from the dead. That’s the Gospel, and that’s what saves us from Hell if we repent and believe it. I share my testimony with you today to let you know somebody cares and that there’s hope beyond the grave: “…whosoever shall call upon the name of the LORD shall be saved.” -Matt Harris

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A Little Bit about “Four Score Years Ago”

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Happy New Year everyone! I hope your holidays were a blessing to you this year. Mine were a little rough this year because they were the first ones I experienced without my dad who passed away last May. “Four Score Years Ago,” however, is a sonnet I wrote six years ago to commemorate my mother’s 80th birthday, which was on January 8, 2017. A “score,” by the way, is an archaic word which simply mean 20 years. A few months after her birthday that year, the poem was also published in a literary journal at the University of Baltimore called Skelter. Four years ago, Mom went home to be with Jesus. I miss you and dad both today—but take solace in knowing that you are celebrating together in heaven with the Lord!

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A Little Bit about “Flashbulb Memory”

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In short, flashbulb memories are memories that detail specific activities that occurred in one’s life during a significant or traumatic event. I wrote “Flashbulb Memory” in a poetry writing class during my first semester at the University of Baltimore back in 2015. In the spring of 2016, it was also published in our college’s literary journal, Skelter. For the assignment, our professor wanted us to write about our earliest childhood memory, which for me was the assassination of John F. Kennedy—also a flashbulb memory…And, yes, I know. I’m old. Don’t remind me. What is your earliest childhood memory? If you get a minute, please share it with us.