{"id":4537,"date":"2012-12-07T06:00:23","date_gmt":"2012-12-07T14:00:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lightbearers.org\/?p=4537"},"modified":"2018-06-28T11:58:06","modified_gmt":"2018-06-28T19:58:06","slug":"leaves-of-hope-healing-and-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lightbearers.org\/blog\/leaves-of-hope-healing-and-home\/","title":{"rendered":"Leaves of Hope, Healing, and Home"},"content":{"rendered":"

Emily Bronte, in her poem Fall, Leaves, Fall<\/em>, writes:<\/p>\n

Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Here in Oregon, as I write this, autumn has come and (nearly) gone. Leaves are aground wherever one looks\u2013\u2013golden yellow, ochre red, and a million hues besides. Each one tells a story, a tale of what was, and of what will yet be.<\/p>\n

They are tales of present death, but of promised life. In their own uniquely colorful way, each announces that death now reigns, but life\u2013spring!<\/em>\u2013is yet coming. Though not before winter\u2019s cold night.<\/p>\n

For me, this autumn in particular, saw my thoughts turning to\u2026 Light Bearers, the ministry I\u2019m privileged and honored to be a part of. Why so?<\/p>\n

Chiefly, the iconic phrase from the pen of Ellen White, repeated in various statements, \u201cscattered like the leaves of autumn.\u201d Here are three favorites:<\/p>\n

\u201cPublications must be multiplied, and scattered like the leaves of autumn. These silent messengers are enlightening and molding the minds of thousands in every country and in every clime\u201d (Review and Herald<\/em>, Nov. 21, 1878).<\/p>\n

\u201cLet the publications containing Bible truth be scattered like the leaves of autumn. Lift Him up, the Savior of souls, lift Him up higher and still higher\u201d (In Heavenly Places<\/em>, p. 323).<\/p>\n

\u201cUnvarnished truth must be spoken in leaflets and pamphlets, and these must be scattered like the leaves of autumn\u201d (Testimonies for the Church, <\/em>vol. 9,p. 230).<\/p>\n

Ellen White\u2019s vision was clear and committed along these lines. She knew then what we also know now, that people can read themselves into the truth, and into a deepening relationship with Him who is the truth. That truth-filled literature can evangelize, disciple, counsel, comfort, pastor, mobilize, and admonish.<\/p>\n

But there\u2019s more.<\/p>\n

Literature, to put it funnily, is skinnier than most evangelists and pastors, and is able to go places where people just can\u2019t go. It can slide under a door or beneath a windshield wiper, for example.<\/p>\n

So there\u2019s two important points here, literature\u2019s effectiveness<\/em> and literature\u2019s accessibility<\/em>. Ellen White well understood this, and she wanted others to understand it. Thus her phrase \u201cscattered like the leaves of autumn.\u201d The picture is compellingly beautiful in its simplicity. It speaks of volume and even of randomness. Here where I live, for example, the leaves can be so thick so as to blanket the ground, making the underlying grass invisible. That\u2019s a lot of leaves! In her own places of residence, Maine and Michigan come to mind, the autumn leaves are similarly prolific. Ellen White understood the force of the metaphor, and used it repeatedly and intentionally.<\/p>\n

These tracts, by the millions, like the roots and branches of an enormous vine connect us to them, and them to us, and Christ to us all.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

We here at Light Bearers understand the force and beauty of the metaphor. We are unswervingly committed to seeing her vision become a reality. This last year, 2012, we saw nearly 25 million pieces of gospel literature leave our presses. The year before, nearly 30 million. Since Light Bearers\u2019 inception, 25 years ago, more than a half a billion.<\/p>\n

Half a billion.<\/p>\n

You know what that sounds like?<\/p>\n

The leaves of autumn.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I find myself just wandering around the publishing house. The smell of the ink, the roar of the press, the cacophony of the folding machine, the looming stacks of enormous paper rolls, it is beautiful, in a noisy, smelly, and mechanical way. It is a sanctuary of sorts. I love running my hands over the impossibly large stacks of printed, but not yet folded, tracts. As I do so, my mind inevitably races to places and faces far afield. Angola. Mozambique. Guatemala. The Philippines. Albania. Russia. Peru. And so many more.<\/p>\n

My hands touch the same paper that other hands will touch and hold and cherish. I think of the ones who will read these pages. My heart goes to places that my body may never see. These tracts, by the millions, like the roots and branches of an enormous vine connect us to them, and them to us, and Christ to us all.<\/p>\n

Each tract, containing \u201cunvarnished truth\u201d, has a tale to tell. Likes the leaves of autumn, which tell of spring to come, and of the promised passing of winter\u2019s death, this paper tells of Jesus Christ and His message of truth. They bring hope to places where hope is often in short supply. They bring life to places where death is apparently king. They bring joy to places where sorrows are multiplied. They bring healing to places where wounds are deep. They bring the promise of home to places where orphans abound.<\/p>\n

They bring Jesus.<\/p>\n

Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.<\/em><\/p>\n

God, O God, prosper this, Thy work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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