Mending Wall - by Robert Frost (1874-1963)Listen Online: http://robertfrostoutloud.com/MendingWall.html
(For better living: Ask the Holy Spirit to heal our wall.)
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down. ' I could say '. Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."




There are 3 clusters of fruit from the Spirit: (1) Love, Joy, Peace, (2) Patience, Kindness, Goodness, (3) Faithfulness, Gentleness, Self-control. The first cluster is God-ward or upward, the second Heart-ward or inward, and the third Man-ward or outward. These clusters are all from God the Spirit, and not from human being whosoever. That is, no one can possibly manufacture any fruit of the Spirit. Where do they come from? The secret lies with the filling of the Holy Spirit. Being Spirit-filled means being totally controlled by the Holy Spirit in both our words and deeds. The more we ask God for the filling of the Spirit, the more likely we will harvest the fruit of the Spirit. Thank God, He won't give us rocks if we persist in our asking. The fruit will ripe into Christ-like characters which enrich our lives inside out. Yes, there is a sweet sweet Spirit in this place, only if you ask for His filling.









The FCBC "Praise Celebration 55" on March 25 was a great success. Word is not enough for me to express my gratitudes for God's grace upon FCBC, and in particularly CSAF, as we celebrated His wonderful goodness over the past 55 years.
































