"Do Better Now My Child"

It’s been a while that I’m listening to Ravi Zacharias’ messages on YouTube. Mr. Zacharias is an Evangelical Christian apologist and evangelist; the founder and chairman of RZIM, which is headquartered in Atlanta, Georgia and with several offices across the globe.

I could say that I am blessed to have read some of his numerous books and hoping to buy some more of this notable works in the coming days. I would also like to take this opportunity to immensely THANK the staff of RZIM, especially to Danielle, who has been very supportive and kind enough to promptly answer my request. Thank you very much RZIM team. May God continue to bless and prosper your Ministry.

When I was still finalizing my manuscript, I sent an e-mail request to RZIM asking for their permission for me to copy few lines from Mr. Ravi Zacharias’ books and messages. The other one was from Michael Ramsden (Mr. Ramsden is the International Director of RZIM, and one of the founders of the Oxford Centre for Christian Apologetics in Oxford, England). These two are considered as the brilliant minds and articulate Christian apologists, amongst other, these days. Regardless of different worldviews, you may check their messages, books, and other resources. For sure you will find them interesting and therefore worth your while.

Below is a poem quoted by Ravi Zacharias in one of his messages, which to me gives consoling effect to anyone, especially to someone like me who I consider as a “work in progress”. After browsing on Google to search for the complete text, finally I found this version which I am now sharing with you.

He came to my desk with a quivering lip,
the lesson was done.
“Have you a new sheet for me, dear teacher?
I’ve spoiled this one.”
I took his sheet, all soiled and blotted
and gave him a new one all unspotted.
And into his tired heart I cried,
“Do better now, my child.”

I went to the throne with a trembling heart,
the day was done.
“Have you a new day for me, dear Master?
I’ve spoiled this one.”
He took my day, all soiled and blotted
and gave me a new one all unspotted.
And into my tired heart He cried,
“Do better now, my child.”

— Anonymous