If God is so good…?
Wednesday, October 29th, 2008Dr. Voddie Baucham dropping knowledge at the 2006 Desiring God conference.
enjoy.
Thank you, Melissa Ford.
Dr. Voddie Baucham dropping knowledge at the 2006 Desiring God conference.
enjoy.
Thank you, Melissa Ford.
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1873 William Holman Hunt - The Shadow of Death
Description: The work of a lifetime, from one of the world’s most influential thinkers, about the heart of the Christian faith.
“I could never myself believe in God, if it were not for the cross. . . . In the real world of pain, how could one worship a God who was immune to it?”
“Before we can begin to see the cross as something done for us (leading us to faith and worship), we have to see it as something done by us (leading us to repentance). Indeed, ‘only the man who is prepared to own his share in the guilt of the cross…may claim his share in its grace.’ Horatius Bonar (1808-89), who has been called the ‘prince of Scottish hymn-writers’, expressed it well:
‘Twas I that shed the sacred blood;
I nailed him to the tree;
I crucified the Christ of God;
I joined the mockery.
Of all that shouting multitude
I feel that I am one;
And in that din of voices rude
I recognize my own.
Around the cross the throng I see,
Mocking the Sufferer’s groan;
Yet still my voice it seems to be,
As if I mocked alone

Well, here we go. Looking forward to a great year.
Inquire away.
Make sure to have your reports ready with the quiz on Tuesday.
Have a great weekend.
For Lisa Toth:

“Christians are to be the makers of Christ’s peace. Something we can all do is to reconcile individuals, families, classes, churches, nations. The question is, Are we, as churchmen and citizens, by work and by prayer, in our private conduct and our public action, doing our utmost with deliberate, unsparing effort! If so, our benediction is of the highest: it is to be, and to be acknowledged as being, sons of God….” Charles Gore, The Sermon on the Mount
Some thoughts after this morning’s service at Blackhawk Ministries:
THE RENEWAL of the earth begins at Golgotha, where the meek One died, and from thence it will spread. When the kingdom finally comes, the meek shall possess the earth.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship
THE SCRIPTURES make much of meekness … and so it is the more appalling that meekness does not characterize more of us who claim to be Christians. Both at the personal level, where we are too often concerned with justifying ourselves rather than with edifying our brother, and at the corporate level, where we are more successful at organizing rallies, institutions, and pressure groups than at extending the kingdom of God, meekness has not been the mark of most Christians for a long time.
D. A. Carson, The Sermon on the Mount
We have much to learn from the saints of the past…
O God of grace,
Thou hast imputed my sin to my substitute,
and hast imputed his righteousness to my soul,
clothing me with a bridegroom’s robe,
decking me with jewels of holiness.
But in my Christian walk I am still in rags;
my best prayers are stained with sin;
my penitential tears are so much impurity;
my confessions of wrong are so many aggravations of sin;
my receiving the Spirit is tinctured with selfishness.
I need to repent of my repentance;
I need my tears to be washed;
I have no robe to bring to cover my sins,
no loom to weave my own righteousness;
I am always standing clothed in filthy garments,
and by grace am always receiving change of raiment,
for thou dost always justify the ungodly;
I am always going into the far country,
and always returning home as a prodigal,
always saying, Father, forgive me,
and thou art always bringing forth
the best robe.
Every morning let me wear it,
every evening return in it,
go out to the day’s work in it,
be married in it,
be wound in death in it,
stand before the great white throne in it,
enter heaven in it shining as the sun.
Grant me never to lose sight of
the exceeding sinfulness of sin,
the exceeding righteousness of salvation,
the exceeding glory of Christ,
the exceeding beauty of holiness,
the exceeding wonder of grace.
Four A.M., two hours to go
I’m wearing out a lonely glow
I miss you more than I could know
Here I am, here I am
Won’t you get me….
I’ve got my hands at redemption’s side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I’ll fit all of these monstrosities inside
and I’ll come alive, come alive
With my fist down at your feet
I was running out of mysteries
Insecure and incomplete, here I am, here I am,
won’t you get me?
(((((I’ve got my hands at redemption’s side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I’ll fit all of these monstrosities inside
and I’ll come alive, come alive, alive, come alive
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me, worn me out
I’ve got my hands at redemption’s side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I’ll fit all of these monstrosities inside
and I’ll come alive
I’ve got my hands at redemption’s side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I’ll fit all of these monstrosities inside
and I’ll come alive, come alive)))))
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