Fairview Baptist Tabernacle
Thursday, June 29, 2017
 
 
Staying Connected
 
 
 
 
 
 
March 20 – March 26
 
 
Scripture Passage: “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.” III John 4
 
Dear Friends,
     After the passing of Mrs. Ora Smith, her family sent me one of her books entitled A Treasury of the Familiar. On the inside cover Ora had hand written a poem by Will Allen Dromgoole called The Bridge Builder and it touched me deeply and caused me to think about what I was doing to make the world a better place for my children and grandchildren and all those who come after them.   I would like to share the poem with you today in honor of Ora and pastors/teachers everywhere. 
 
THE BRIDGE BUILDER
 
An old man, to a lone highway, came at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide, through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim, that sullen stream had no fears for him.
But he turned, when he reached the other side, and built a bridge to span the tide. 
 
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near, “You are wasting strength in building here.”
“Your journey will end with the ending day, you never again must pass this way.” 
“You have crossed the chasm deep and wide, why build you the bridge at eventide?” 
 
The builder lifted his old grey head, “Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said.
“There followeth after me today, a youth whose feet must pass this way.”
“This chasm that has been naught for me, to that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.”
“He too, must cross in the twilight dim, good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”                                                                                       Will Allen Dromgoole