September 25, 2026

Dear Friend,

Directed Paths

The One who is the Way guides us in His Way.

I wasn’t where I thought I’d be. During the all-too-short span of my senior year of high school, the Lord clearly, firmly, and lovingly asked for the surrender of three “certainties” that I thought I knew about my life. I was certain that I was dating the young woman I would marry, certain that we would attend Bible school together, and… well, I saw no reason why I wouldn’t be continuing to play the organ as I had for ten years already.

Something made each surrender/sacrifice astoundingly easy to hear, receive, and submit to without a murmur—the Spirit had made Jesus’ Lordship very real in me. Each sacrifice represented a good, even a very good “path”; they just weren’t perfect paths, though I didn’t realize it at the time. God had His best way for me. I chose to acknowledge the Lord in all my ways, and He continued to direct my path. “In all your ways acknowledge Him…”

Going on my post-graduation ministry trip (about which I shared in the last newsletter) didn’t give me much time to think about applying to non-Bible colleges. Returning home, I defaulted to attending the local junior college, starting on a [continue reading…]

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Scripture Reading: Joshua 1:1-9 nkjv

“So Great a Salvation”

“MOSES, MY SERVANT IS DEAD. Now therefore, arise, go over this Jordan.” What a time of transition! Moses, Israel’s liberator, leader, and lawgiver for forty long years in the wilderness was gone, and a new leader stood at their head. As God’s people camped along the eastern bank of the Jordan River, forty years of wilderness struggle stretched behind them, as did the graves of the previous, rebellious generation. The surviving, assembled host had experienced God’s provision, His judgments, and His direction. This new generation had learned both to obey God and rely on Him. After a lifetime in the desert, they were tough, battle hardened, and anticipating the fulfillment of God’s promise to the patriarchs—the possession of the land which God had sworn to them.

The Lord’s hand-picked successor was Moses’ long-time adjutant, Joshua, a brave, obedient man of faith who “wholly followed the Lord God of Israel.”² Because he lived so long in Moses’ shadow, it’s easy for us to overlook that he was with Moses during the first forty days on Mount Sinai,³ that he spent time alone with God in the pre-levitical tent of meeting,⁴ that he had led Israel’s armies in the field,⁵ and that he had been for decades a Spirit-filled leader of the people.⁶

It was to this specially chosen man, Joshua, that God was now saying, “You could not go over Jordan, while My servant Moses was alive; but now that he is dead, it’s time to cross over. And you will find that [continue reading…]

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Chapter 5 of the book
Boyhood Memories & Lessons
by
Isaiah Reid

This article is also available in the complete paperback version.

I HAD GENERAL CONFIDENCE before I had definite trust or was able to ex­ercise a rational faith. I never remember a time when I doubted either the existence or character of God, the authority and veracity of the Bible, or the person, character, office, and work of our Lord Jesus Christ. Nor did I ques­tion the general plan of salvation. How valuable the early teach­ing, early train­ing, and life in a religious family! Ah! that old log meet­ing house on the hill! fWhat rays of influence went out from it! Where will their lengthening lines cease their ongoing or light-giv­ing? Those fam­ily altars—when will their fires ever burn down? Those sweet old consecrated Sabbaths, when will their now-silent influences cease their stir on the heart? How the old memory-links of childhood and early boyhood hold [continue reading…]

August 31, 2026

Dear Friend,

Two ministry trips separated by 56 years¹

My Most Recent Ministry Trip

June’s ministry trip to the Iowa Holiness Association camp meeting has come and gone. So far as I can tell, the trip was blessed in every way I look at it:

• Fellowship:
  Our dear friends, Al & Sue Strickland²

  There were refreshing and encouraging visits during the trip with friends and family. (Hello again to Al & Sue, Cyril & Jan, Brady & Leah, Misty, Keith, Dorian, Colleen & Donny, Dave & Eva, Becky, Ray & Twila Mae, Michael, Kristen & Alyson, and so many others!) And there were many hours of sharing between meetings, over meals, and into [continue reading…]

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Chapter 13 of the book
Boyhood Memories & Lessons
by
Isaiah Reid

This article is also available in the complete paperback version.

BUT FEW NOW KNOW about log meeting houses in all this central west, yet they were common in the opening of the country. Won­derful meetings have been held in them. Heaven will be richer for the work wrought in these rude places of worship. Grand characters were forged there. There were sound conversions. There were vigorous gospel sermons. The stal­warts of the last generation were spiritually born there, where “the old-time religion” we now sing about was in the full bloom of its glory. What if they had no gothic architecture, chancel win­dows, or carpeted aisles? They had what is infinitely better, actual sal­vation that saved. What if they had no fine turnouts and cushioned pews? They had the fine array of the saints, which was so well pleasing to God. Ah! good old days of simplicity and faith that took hold of God!

The plat of ground on which the church stood was not large. The build­ing was in [continue reading…]

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Chapter 3 of the book
Boyhood Memories & Lessons
by
Isaiah Reid

This article is also available in the complete paperback version.

THERE ARE OTHER FACTORS than nature around us whose environments have large part in molding and shaping all young life. Parental influence is both pre- and post-natal. Doubtless there are hereditary tendencies in our nature which largely affect us; but greater, perhaps, are the early home life influences. I remember Bishop William Taylor² told us, when speaking of the children born in Africa, that they were not born heathen, though born on heathen soil, and that if they were taken before they had learned the ways of their people, they were no more heathen than our children. This makes but little place for hereditary influence, and places the more weighty bulk of evidence in favor of early life and teachings.

Traveling in review the byways of my early life, I notice there is much in hereditary and early family life that has helped to make me what I am, though it was not until later years I came to any [continue reading…]

7 June 2026

Dear Friend,

“Here’s Your Hat. What’s Your Hurry?”

I don’t know where my dad got the expression, but he frequently would say, “Here’s your hat; what’s your hurry?” if someone had to leave quickly. (And, come to think of it, I heard him say it when he wished someone would leave!)

Like I said, it’s a long trip!

Well, even though I don’t normally wear a hat, I am in a hurry packing to leave tomorrow, June 8th, for a long ministry road trip. When I say long, I mean that Google Maps tells me that I’ll log over 3,500 miles (about 5,600 kilometers) between now and when I get home (around July 2nd). My spirit was uneasy until I postponed a July 1st doctor appointment so that I could extend the trip just a bit. As soon as I did that, I was released in the Spirit to finish planning.

So this short newsletter is mainly a prayer request [continue reading…]

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Chapter 4 of the book
Boyhood Memories & Lessons
by
Isaiah Reid

This article is also available in the complete paperback version.

COUNTRY AND HOME have their universal impress on the race. Among other well-defined environments that help largely to make us what we are is the home church and its life and in­flu­ence. As the years move me away from life’s first sights, sounds, and im­pres­sions, the old church crops out more and more like the rocks on my na­tive hills.

The old log church was a very primitive affair. It was not a quarter of a mile from the old home, up a little incline to the top of the ridge, and through a strip of old-time forest which the axe had but little marred. The bur­ial of my grandfather was the first gathering of the people ever held at the place. There in the deep, dark woods they laid him to rest, when as yet the trees had kept their silent and solemn guard for long centuries. When I came to know the place, a nice plat of ground had all been nicely cleared off, fenced, sown in grass, and planted with some shrubbery, and was already marked with a number of [continue reading…]

Jim Kerwin
(1952- )

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Chapter 2 of the book
Boyhood Memories & Lessons
by
Isaiah Reid

This article is also available in the complete paperback version.

IT IS HARDLY FAIR to refer all the meaning there is in these words of inspiration to the mineral treasures hid in the hills, or their wealth of timber or pasture, or in their springs, or rugged fastnesses, na­ture’s strong fortifications. “Our fathers worshiped in this moun­tain,” said Jesus.² Always in the heights of the hills has there been a sug­ges­tive­ness in the minds of the races, that as heaven was “on high,” so the heights were nearer to God. It is true also that re­markable events, some of them the most momentous that humanity knows, occurr­ed on these same heights. The second cradling of the race was on Mt. Ararat.³ The Law for God’s whole world was a mountaintop revelation.⁴ Mount Mor­iah was the scene of Abraham’s greatest trial,⁵ and the heaven-ap­point­ed place [continue reading…]

Palm Sunday, March 2026

An Easter Verb

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Dear Friend,

I’m writing these words on Palm Sunday 2026. And I’m putting off the conclusion of our series on Little Faith and God’s Faith because a word has been impressed on my heart. It’s a Greek word that sneaked up on me during my morning Greek research this past week; but now it’s also an abiding Easter verb for me because of its special association with the Resurrection.

Here’s the background: Oikos (οἶκος) is a very common New Testament noun. It means a house or dwelling or just about any place a person might live; and by simple extension, it also means household, that is, all the people who live in the oikos. There’s a closet full of oikos-related words in the New Testament, some of which come down to us in English, like our word economy (oikonomía / οἰκονομία — management of a household).

A related verb—oikéō / οἰκέω—means to dwell [in a home]. It’s used of a married couple dwelling with each other (1 Corinthians 7:12-13), and of [continue reading…]

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Chapter 1 of the book
Boyhood Memories & Lessons
by
Isaiah Reid

This article is also available in the complete paperback version.

The above words of the poet Hood² tell with simplicity and ever fresh­ness just a few things which draw after them memories ev­ery heart weaves into its own life story. The following from our own Bryant³ no less touch the deep memories of life’s first years.

I stand upon my native hill again,
Broad, round, and green, that, in the southern sky
With garniture of waving grass and grain,
Orchards and beechen forests, basking lie;
While deep the sunless glens are scooped between,
Where brawl o’er shallow beds the streams unseen.⁴

One cannot well escape [continue reading…]

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Introduction to the book
Boyhood Memories & Lessons
by
Isaiah Reid

This article is also available in the complete paperback version.

There are days when the tides of life seem turned back, and we obey the divine injunction, “Remember the days of old.”² It is not that we have willed to do so, or had so planned it. These days just come. They have their own times and seasons. We know not their day and hour. We cannot produce them at will. They drift in on us as a “sweet refrain,” setting aside the present or so molding it and suffusing it with a softened, mellowed light that life is ever afterward different, owing to the new meaning brought in. We pay little attention to these memories. We may not even cherish the occasion or give the suggested thought any special attention.

Perhaps these seasons belong more to middle and post-meridian life than to youth, and yet I remember they began with me early. After the win­ter school closed and the long vacation followed, and I saw not the happy faces any more, I remember how fondly, and yet with a cherished sadness, the hours of remembrance would come on me and make me almost live over the lost hours. Later, when school life, [continue reading…]