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Caribbean Pioneer (June 2002 Edition) |
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The following is a list of this month's articles.
Editorial - Is It Time to Reorganize? At the Lord's Table - Chance, or Purpose?
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Editorial Revelation 16:14 informs us that three demonic spirits that look like frogs are to gather “the whole world” for “the battle on the great day of God Almighty.” Symbolically these issue forth from the mouths of the dragon, the beast, and the false prophet. The
dragon The
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false prophet The
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Miracles of providence
Suffering saints The latest information is that brothers and sisters are suffering direct and cruel persecution from dragon, beast and false prophet in at least twenty-five countries across the globe, including several ‘western’ countries (there has even been one recent tragic case in Birmingham, England!). The Karolyn Andrews Memorial Fund, newly reorganized in Canada after being targeted by the international financial police in the Cayman Islands, is doing its best to help, but is desperate for funds also.
Waiting on tables Is it time, brethren and sisters, to reorganize the financial structure of the brotherhood on similar lines to those outlined in Acts 6? The apostolic church had both ‘evangelists’ and ‘pastors’, each with specific responsibilities. This was a wise division of responsibility. Perhaps it is time for our Bible Missions to concentrate on preaching, and restrict their funds to that end. Is it time for a specific worldwide pastoral or ‘welfare’ system to be devised, ecclesially based perhaps, using the sponsorship or twinning system which has proven to be so effective in denominations such as the American Baptists, the Seventh Day Adventists, the Church of God (Anderson, IN) and the Mennonites? Alan Eyre
QUIZ – KNOW YOUR DRAGON 1. What colour was the dragon? 2. How many heads? 3. How many crowns? 4. What did it want to eat? 5. With whom did the dragon fight? 6. Where was he hurled from, and to? 7. Whom did he accuse before God? 8. How was he overcome? 9. Whom did he pursue? 10. What did he spew from his mouth? 11. What did he give to the beast?
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story of my ancestors One historian has this comment on the first Peter Beckford. “In this Jamaican we see manifest certain of the less attractive characteristics which were to be passed on to his descendants. He was a man of violent temper, ruthless and not over-scrupulous in the conduct of his affairs, and given to exaggerations of a very misleading sort.” The second Peter, son of the first, who might have been my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, inherited a vast fortune. His father’s cash chest, when opened, is said to have revealed £250 million in modern currency equivalent. He became Speaker of the Jamaican House of Assembly. He was also above the law, as when he brutally murdered a senior judge and escaped prosecution. By 1700 he was reputed to be the richest man in Europe and the Americas, and possibly in the world. Certainly in 1735 his son, William, inherited the largest legacy in history, anywhere, and his fabulous wealth was said to be the envy of the crowned monarchs of Europe. The Beckford mercantile fleet was the largest in the American-Caribbean trade. William studied at Balliol College, Oxford, and became Lord Mayor of London (twice), the only Jamaican ever to reach such eminence. He soon became the richest land baron and real estate speculator in the western hemisphere, and probably the greatest individual slave owner in the entire history of mankind. Another historian has this to say of William. “His family’s position in Jamaica was at least as important as that of any of the great titled families in England, and he was wealthier than any of them. But as a ‘colonial’ with an ‘ugly’ Jamaican accent, he was cold-shouldered and regarded as an upstart. Proud himself, he felt their insolent hauteur.” Nevertheless, this upstart Jamaican, though rebuffed by British aristocracy, was most determined to take the Beckford genes to the very top of human society. Through various marriages over the next four generations, I am genetically related to the royal families of Monaco and Hungary, and more distantly to those of Germany, France and Scotland, as well as to numerous dukes and counts Lord Mayor William’s son, also William, built or rebuilt several magnificent great houses in Jamaica, including Fonthill in St. Elizabeth close to where I was born. He also personally designed by far the biggest palace in the world ever built by a commoner, Fonthill Abbey in the west of England. In the 1840’s, when slavery in Jamaica had been officially abolished and when his sugar fortune had crumbled, the gigantic and “impossible Abbey” literally crumbled too, in fulfilment of Psalm 49:14-20 and Ecclesiastes 5:13-15. However, one of William’s biographers insists that “in his eighties he was as mentally alert, astute and untiring as ever.” My
story After my family moved to Kingston, I met Larry and Enid Henry and they invited us to Sunday school at the Christadelphian meeting hall, which was then in a back street in Allman Town. I and my brothers used to attend. My brothers didn’t stay long. Perhaps because I am disabled in body, my mind is extra clear. I followed the Light, and I do know that from the first time I went, I never looked back. Not very long after the Six Day War, when Jerusalem fell to the Jews, I rose to newness of life, on March 10, 1968. Four years later, in 1972, I met Bro. Eddie Johnson. He worked to establish training centres for the disabled. He was a great believer in being self-reliant. Perhaps God-reliant would be more accurate, because he was a great believer in the power of prayer. He recruited me for one of his craft workshops, and I worked there for many years. I have never been famous as some of my ancestors. But God led me to treasures they never dreamed of. I am far richer than they ever were. Over the years, I have been a great reader, hungry for divine wisdom. I cannot buy books, but any magazines or books on the truth I can lay my hands on, I will devour them. Wisdom, that is what you need. The wisdom that is foolishness with men. Life is in her right hand. In her left are riches and honour. She is a tree of life to those who embrace her; those who lay hold of her will be blessed (Prov. 3:13-18). Neville Beckford
As a regular visitor to one of the Caribbean islands over several years, I always noticed that my favourite airport bus driver, an elderly Hispanic lady, was very courteous and pleasant but always bore a quiet sadness. I often used to wonder why. On a recent visit I found her bubbling over with joy, and accompanied by a very frail old man. She told me her story. In 1965 she and her husband, then in their forties, had tried to escape from Fidel Castro’s Cuba. She had succeeded, but he was caught. For thirty-seven years she had lived alone, praying and waiting for him to be released and join her in exile. Finally, ill and in his eighties, he arrived at the airport one day and they were reunited. Moved almost to tears, I asked her what had sustained them both over those sad and lonely years. She pointed heavenward and said simply, “Fidelidad” (loyalty). I was utterly humbled by this lesson in faithfulness. |
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