Joy, love, excitement throbs in his young heart, fills his dumb breast. What a glorious life – to run, to fly, to scream among his fellows. Undaunted by any northern blast, by cold, pitiless, threatening skies or ice and snow particles clinging to his narrow feet, – see him run on – eyes alert for a kernel by the wayside, or a hitherto undiscovered seed in the field.

That he is beautiful, very beautiful he knows. His lovely head bears the colors of the rainbow; his tail is broad and long and high; his breast is full and strong. His wings are eager, longing to lift him up, up toward the heavens, and take him on, on, riding immensity.

How often at night, strangely perhaps, and unlike many of his kind, he loves to sit on the topmost branches of the barren trees. Each evening he gazes far out across the still, white, sleeping earth, and each morning he opens his small glittering eyes to catch the dancing gleam of the sun’s rays playing in, through, and about the clear frost coat enveloping each little black twig. In a twinkling he will lift himself, spread his noble wings and alight gently on some late newly-fallen snow, craving a breakfast of nature’s oft replenished plate.

He is only a bird, but a creature, vibrant, pulsating, filled with the joy of living. He has drunk repeatedly of the warm rich blood of June; he has feasted on the bounties of September, now he revels in November’s frosty beauty.

He runs on – gracing the roadside, the pastures; and how he laughs, though not audibly; how he plays, though to a passing motorist he appears to be merely a poor, lonely thing, deserted, cold.

But now, there comes to him the faint purr of a distant motor. Soon it can be seen creeping with snail-like pace along the near highway. It passes, stops, retreats and stops again. Our feathered friend lifts his gentle head questioningly.

There is a faint click, a movement, a great telling blow. An overwhelming impact has struck him full force; he lies stunned, his senses dull, benumbed. A sharp, hot, excruciating pain rends his body. He starts up, fails back, flounders helplessly in the snow.

Yet for one fleet moment see him bravely lift his uncowardly majestic head. See him stare with piteous, hot, bloodshot, fear-filled eyes toward that dark figure stalking nearer, nearer. . . .

Oh yes – he recognizes him! It is that one, – the hateful two-legged foe, carrying the mean stick of rumbling thunder.

The book of Proverbs was written by King Solomon to his young adult son. Solomon’s purpose in writing Proverbs was “that the generation to come might know them [God’s wonderful works]…that they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep his commandments” (Ps. 78:6–7). Throughout the book, Solomon […]

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The Christian is placed in many different circumstances while on this earth. Some are characterized by hardships and trials, and others are full of joy and peace. How should the Christian respond? Throughout the Bible there are numerous times where God’s people sang in response to their various circumstances. Singing in response to God’s ordering […]

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The group of churches that John writes to in this trio of epistles had recently experienced a split because of doctrinal controversy. We do not know the exact content of the error that these false teachers were spreading, but it is apparent from John’s writing that their teaching somehow denied the truth of the incarnation—that […]

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Jael: An Example of Christian Warfare

This article was originally presented as a speech at a Protestant Reformed mini convention held at Quaker Haven Camp in August 2021. Jael lived during the era of the judges. Deborah the prophetess was the judge who served Israel at the time of Jael. During this time, the Canaanites under the rule of king Jabin […]

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Indiana Mini Convention Review 2021

One of this year’s “mini conventions” was hosted by Grace and Grandville Protestant Reformed Churches at Quaker Haven Camp. Located just over two hours away in northern Indiana, the camp was a perfect fit for the 120 kids and 15 chaperones who attended. A total of twelve different churches were represented: Byron Center, Faith, First […]

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Editorial, November 2021: Catechism Season

At the point that this edition of Beacon Lights arrives in the homes of our subscribers, most young people in the Protestant Reformed Churches will have been sitting under the catechism instruction of their pastor or elders for more than a month. If our readers are honest, that observation probably comes with a (quiet) sigh […]

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