12/30/2025
北美基督燈台協會同心恭賀大家新年蒙福！
⼀、星⽕不滅：祈禱之年—為⼗年⼼跳⽽寫
伯利恆星穿越⼗年⻑夜，落在週⼀不眠的守望裡。
⼆⼗四⼩時，燈臺不息，低聲呼求化作城牆根基。
如尼希⽶，⼿持灰匙與藍圖，⼀⼿祈禱，⼀⼿重建。
修道者的靜默，與城⾨⼝的呼聲，在此相遇。
四⽉ ARISE，九⽉再聚，⼗天晝夜，萬國同⼼。
康州原野聽⾒代禱的回聲，國王街上，名字被重新呼喚。
這不是例⾏，這是復興尚未熄滅的⼼跳。
⼆、⾛上街頭: 為佈道與⼤覺醒⽽寫的歌
福⾳離開講壇，進⼊五⽉的⿈昏與琴聲。
凱爾特旋律在教堂升起，浪⼦在歌聲裡辨認⽗親。
⼋⽉的街頭，⼈群如海，書法、遊戲、紙鶴與笑容，
語⾔彼此錯落，唯有「耶穌」被共同舉起。
⽼⼈與孩童，同在烈⽇下站⽴，
廣播電波與禱告交織。不是策略，是臨在；不是活動，是呼召。
若牧⼈再次聽⾒天使，必仍奔向最喧鬧之處。
三、全球之光：—為⾨徒訓練⽽寫的歌
⾨徒不再只是聽眾，他們坐進客廳，點亮⼀盞燈。
⼀室成教會，百六⼗次順服，散落城中。
全球學院課堂延伸⾄地中海的⾵，⼟⽿其古道，拔摩孤島。
保羅的腳印尚溫，約翰的異象仍在呼吸。
三⼗餘⼈，同讀⼀部新約，經⽂不再是⾴碼，
⽽是祈禱中的地名，刻進⼀⽣的記憶。
直到主來，我們佔據，不以勢⼒，只以真光。
四、⼭⾕飲⾬之地: —為未來⽽寫
普利茅斯的海⾵，吹過七⼗個家庭的臉。
朝聖者的故事再被訴說，信與順服，在世代間傳遞。
⼀位⽗親，尚未受洗，卻先流下淚⽔。
孩⼦在營會奔跑，歷史與未來同坐⼀桌。
南溫莎九畝⼭⾕，⾬⽔⾃天⽽降。涼亭、祈徑、⽼屋歸主，
缺失的拼圖被溫柔補⿑。若主的眼⽬看顧歲⾸⾄年終，
我們便接過⽕炬，直到再臨的晨光。
Happy New Year from all of us in Golden Lampstand Ministry!!
I. Unextinguished Spark: A Year of Prayer
(for the heartbeat of ten years)
The Bethlehem star crossed ten long years of night
and settled into Monday’s sleepless watch.
For twenty-four unbroken hours, light
kept vigil—whispered pleas became a wall.
Like Nehemiah, ash upon his hands,
blueprints rolled beneath a praying arm,
we rebuilt while kneeling in the dust
where monkish silence met the city’s cry.
In April, ARISE; in September, return—
ten days, ten nights, the nations breathing one.
Connecticut fields received the echoing names;
on King Street, lost syllables were called.
This is no habit, no mechanical rite:
revival’s pulse still beats, and will not die.
II. Into the Streets: A Song for Awakening
(for evangelism and the Great Awakening)
The gospel left the pulpit, crossed the dusk,
and entered May with strings and amber light.
Celtic strains ascended through the nave;
the prodigal recognized his home.
By August, streets were oceans of the face—
calligraphy, games, folded birds, and smiles.
Tongues collided, cultures overlapped,
yet one name rose and steadied every voice.
The old and young stood shoulder-to-the-sun;
airwaves braided prayer with open hands.
No strategy—only presence given flesh.
No program—only summons heard and kept.
If shepherds hear the angels once again,
they’ll run toward noise, not safety, bearing news.
III. Global Light: A Song of Discipleship
Disciples ceased to be the seated crowd;
they gathered in a living room of flame.
One room became a church, and then a hundred—
one hundred sixty obediences spread.
The classroom opened to the salted wind:
old roads of Turkey, Patmos cut with light.
Paul’s footsteps still were warm upon the stone;
John’s visions breathed along the sea’s edge.
Thirty companions read one Testament
until the text outgrew the printed page—
became a map of prayer, a list of places
engraved within the body, not the mind.Until the Lord returns, we occupy
not by our strength, but by the living Light.
IV. The Valley That Drinks the Rain
(for what is coming)
The Plymouth sea-wind crossed familiar faces—
seventy households standing in its breath.
The pilgrims’ story rose again to speak
of faith obeyed and trust made durable.
A father, still unbaptized, wept first;
his children ran where history held hands
with what was yet to come. In Windsor South,
nine acres bowed beneath descending rain.
A gazebo, a prayer-path, an old house claimed;
the missing piece was fitted without force.
From year’s first light to its last darkened hour,
the Lord’s own eyes keep watch upon the land.
So we receive the torch, unafraid of time,
and walk it forward to the dawn of His return.
