Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Out of the Mouth of Babes
The first happened when we were in a store and saw an inflatable Santa Claus. I asked my daughter who that was in the red suit with the white beard. Her response: "Noah" (she probably wondered why there were toys rather than animals in the sled).
The second incident was in the midst of my wife going over catechism questions with our daughter. They were talking about Adam and Eve, sin, and the punishment for sin. My wife asked, "What happens when we sin?" The answer we expected was: "It separates us from God." The answer our daughter gave: "We get a spanking."
Monday, November 28, 2011
What the Emerging Church Really Is
--Kevin DeYoung
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
A Thanksgiving Hymn
Samuel Boyce, 1812
Great sovereign Lord, what human eye
Amidst Thy works can rove,
And not Thy liberal hand espy,
Nor trace Thy bounteous love?
Each star that gilds the heavenly frame,
On earth each verdant clod,
In language loud to men proclaim
The great and bounteous God.
The lesson each revolving year
Repeats in various ways;
Rich Thy provisions, Lord, appear;
The poor shall shout Thy praise.
Our fruitful fields and pastures tell,
Of man and beast Thy care;
The thriving corn Thy breezes fill,
Thy breath perfumes the air.
But oh, what human eye can trace,
Or human heart conceive,
The greater riches of Thy grace
Impoverished souls receive?
Love everlasting has not spared
Its best beloved Son;
And in Him endless life prepared,
For souls by sin undone.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Beeson Podcast on Hymns of Thanksgiving
If you are traveling this week, listening to this podcast would be a great way to spend a half hour of your travel time to set your heart on God’s goodness to his people.
You can download the podcast, or you can subscribe to it through iTunes here.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Nor Let That Ransomed Sinner Die
Charles Wesley, 1707-1788
Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears:
Before the throne my surety stands,
Before the throne my surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.
Five bleeding wounds He bears; received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers; they strongly plead for me:
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Nor let that ransomed sinner die!”
The Father hears Him pray, His dear anointed One;
He cannot turn away, the presence of His Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.
My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear:
With confidence I now draw nigh,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And “Father, Abba, Father,” cry.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
The Redemption of Ordinary Life
--Tim Keller, The King's Cross
Monday, November 14, 2011
The Sanctifying and Comforting Effect of the Cross
--J.C. Ryle
Friday, November 11, 2011
A Sinner Saved by Sovereign Grace
Henry Fowler, 1779-1838
Not one of Adam’s race
But is by sin undone,
Deep sunk in foul disgrace,
And righteousness has none;
And this, when brought through grace to know,
Will sink the sinner very low.
He sinks in miry clay,
And scarce can lift a sigh,
He tries, but cannot pray,
Nor lift to heaven his eye;
His bosom heaves, with guilt oppressed,
But, in himself, can find no rest.
In this bewildered state,
Pursued by guilt and sin,
He pushes at the gate,
But cannot enter in;
Till Jesus opens wide the door,
And saves the helpless and the poor.
The prisoner now goes forth;
The lame man leaps with joy;
He feels the Saviour’s worth,
And lifts his name on high.
On Jesus’ head the crown he’ll place;
A sinner saved by sovereign grace.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
New Book on Adoption and Orphan Care
Thanks to Ben Mitchell for making me aware of this book.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
A Rap about Charles Spurgeon
Friday, November 4, 2011
A Hymn for Orphan Sunday
Though I Was Born an Orphan
© 2009, Eric Shumacher and David L. Ward
Though I was born an orphan,
Abandoned and alone,
Enslaved and bound in darkness,
Without a hope or home,
The God of grace and mercy
From his eternal throne
Ordained to be my Father
And claim me as His own.
That I might be adopted
The Father sent his Son
To live in full obedience
And die for what I’ve done.
Now through his resurrection,
Through faith, with him I’m one.
A member of his household,
I am an heir, a son.
To soothe my fear and worry
The Spirit from on high
Was sent to be a witness
That “Father!” I might cry.
O How I love this Father!
I’m never left alone.
He’s come to dwell within me
Until He calls me home.
Since I have this adoption,
I cannot close my home
To widows and to orphans,
Abandoned and alone.
Lord, fill me with compassion
To love the fatherless,
That I might show the nations
How great my Father is!
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
"Suffered Under Pontius Pilate"
The historicity of Pilate confirms the historicity of Christ.Jesus is...the Mediator between God and man, but he is not seen as a cosmic or universal principle, but as a real flesh-and-blood human being, who suffered, died, and rose again under a real, historical, and trivial Roman official, Pontius Pilate. During the early twentieth century, attempts were made to deny the historicity of Jesus Christ, and to present him as the invention of his followers, but there has never been an attempt to discredit the historicity of the unfortunate Pilate.
--Harold O. J. Brown, Heresies: Heresy and Orthodoxy in the History of the Church
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Another Baseball Season in the Books
In this way, the Major League Baseball season serves as something of an earthly reminder of the anticipation and fulfillment inherent in the Christian faith.