tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87394454028174479162024-02-18T22:52:37.699-05:00mere wordsKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-76270381966997903162008-07-07T22:16:00.005-04:002008-12-09T02:09:51.005-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTk6Cm0vy8ozugfTti-oLQ9wSp4wQlP4jJxwosYyc8ju8WUP-AxEI0XLnY0oziOiscpL4xgdgfTMw6uH4HWOGy2ZivT4Vfw91H2yoTh2OW-jzYkgiekRUxsAnO6RHUOtahuR0Pld-4Ef3/s1600-h/lady.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTk6Cm0vy8ozugfTti-oLQ9wSp4wQlP4jJxwosYyc8ju8WUP-AxEI0XLnY0oziOiscpL4xgdgfTMw6uH4HWOGy2ZivT4Vfw91H2yoTh2OW-jzYkgiekRUxsAnO6RHUOtahuR0Pld-4Ef3/s320/lady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220461455812375106" border="0" /></a><br /><h1>A Challenge to Women</h1> <div class="smaller"> </div> <!-- /smaller --> <div class="smaller" style="margin-bottom: 5px;"> </div> <!-- Google Analytics Tracking --><script type="text/javascript"> var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www."); document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E")); </script><script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/ga.js" type="text/javascript"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-1853263-1"); pageTracker._initData(); pageTracker._trackPageview(); </script> <div class="smaller highlightbox" id="dl_1746" style="display: none; padding-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 4px;"> <strong>Download:</strong> </div> <hr class="tight"> <div class="smaller" style="height: 20px;"> <span style="float: right;">By John Piper</span> <span style="float: left;">January 1, 1995</span> <p> </p> </div> <!-- /smaller --> <hr class="tight"> <blockquote><strong> </strong></blockquote> <ol><li>That all of your life—in whatever calling—be devoted to <em>the glory of God</em>.</li><li>That the <em>promises of Christ be trusted</em> so fully that peace and joy and strength fill your soul to overflowing.</li><li>That this fullness of God overflow in <em>daily acts of love </em>so that people might see your good deeds and give glory to your Father in heaven.</li><li>That you be <em>women of the Book</em>, who love and study and obey the Bible in every area of its teaching. That meditation on Biblical truth be the source of hope and faith. And that you continue to grow in understanding through all the chapters of your life, never thinking that study and growth are only for others.</li><li>That you be <em>women of prayer</em>, so that the Word of God would open to you; and the power of faith and holiness would descend upon you; and your spiritual influence would increase at home and at church and in the world.</li><li>That you be women who have a <em>deep grasp of the sovereign grace</em> of God undergirding all these spiritual processes, that you be deep thinkers about the doctrines of grace, and even deeper lovers and believers of these things.</li><li>That you be totally <em>committed to ministry</em>, whatever your specific role, that you not fritter your time away on soaps or ladies magazines or aimless hobbies, any more than men should fritter theirs away on excessive sports or aimless diddling in the garage. That you redeem the time for Christ and his Kingdom.</li><li>That, if you are single, you exploit your <em>singleness to the full in devotion to Christ</em> and not be paralyzed by the desire to be married.</li><li>That, if you are married, you creatively and intelligently and sincerely <u>s</u><em>upport the leadership of your husband</em> as deeply as obedience to Christ will allow; that you encourage him in his God-appointed role as head; that you influence him spiritually primarily through your fearless tranquility and holiness and prayer.</li><li>That, if you have children, you accept responsibility with your husband (or alone if necessary) to <em>raise up children who hope in the triumph of God</em>, sharing with him the teaching and discipline of the children, and giving to the children that special nurturing touch and care that you are uniquely fitted to give.</li><li>That you <em>not assume that secular employment is a greater challenge</em> or a better use of your life than the countless opportunities of service and witness in the home the neighborhood, the community, the church, and the world. That you not only pose the question: Career vs. full time mom? But that you ask as seriously: Full time career vs. freedom for ministry? That you ask: Which would be greater for the Kingdom— to be in the employ of someone telling you what to do to make his business prosper, or to be God's free agent dreaming your own dream about how your time and your home and your creativity could make <em>God's</em> business prosper? And that in all this you make your choices not on the basis of secular trends or yuppie lifestyle expectations, but on the basis of what will strengthen the family and advance the cause of Christ.</li><li>That you step back and (with your husband, if you are married)<em> plan the various forms of your life's ministry in chapters</em>. Chapters are divided by various things—age, strength, singleness, marriage, employment choices, children at home, children in college, grandchildren, retirement, etc. No chapter has all the joys. Finite life is a series of tradeoffs. Finding God's will, and living for the glory of Christ to the full in every chapter is what makes it a success, not whether it reads like somebody else's chapter or whether it has in it what chapter five will have.</li><li>That you <em>develop a wartime mentality and lifestyle</em>; that you never forget that life is short, that billions of people hang in the balance of heaven and hell every day, that the love of money is spiritual suicide, that the goals of upward mobility (nicer clothes, cars, houses, vacations, food, hobbies) are a poor and dangerous substitute for the goals of living for Christ with all your might, and maximizing your joy in ministry to people's needs.</li><li>That in all your relationships with men you seek the guidance of the Holy Spirit in applying the Biblical vision of manhood and womanhood; that you develop a style and demeanor that does justice to the unique role God has given to man to feel responsible for gracious leadership in relation to women—a leadership which involves elements of protection and care and initiative. That you think creatively and with cultural sensitivity (just as he must do) in shaping the style and setting the tone of your interaction with men.</li><li>That you see Biblical guidelines for what is appropriate and inappropriate for men and women in relation to each other not as arbitrary constraints on freedom but as <em>wise and gracious prescriptions for how to discover the true freedom of God's ideal of complementarity</em>. That you not measure your potential by the few roles withheld but by the countless roles offered. That you turn off the TV and Radio and think about...</li></ol> <p>The awesome significance of motherhood</p> <p>Complementing a man's life as his wife</p> <p>Ministries to the handicapped</p> <ul><li>hearing impaired</li><li>blind</li><li>lame</li><li>retarded</li></ul> <p>Ministries to the sick:</p> <ul><li>nursing</li><li>physician</li><li>hospice care—cancer, AIDS, etc.</li><li>community health</li></ul> <p>Ministries to the socially estranged:</p> <ul><li>emotionally impaired</li><li>recovering alcoholics</li><li>recovering drug users</li><li>escaping prostitutes</li><li>abused children, women</li><li>runaways, problem children</li><li>orphans</li></ul> <p>Prison ministries:</p> <ul><li>women's prisons!</li><li>families of prisoners</li><li>rehabilitation to society</li></ul> <p>Ministries to youth:</p> <ul><li>teaching</li><li>sponsoring</li><li>open houses and recreation</li><li>outings and trips</li><li>counseling</li><li>academic assistance</li></ul> <p>Sports ministries:</p> <ul><li>neighborhood teams</li><li>church teams</li></ul> <p>Therapeutic counseling:</p> <ul><li>independent</li><li>church based</li><li>institutional</li></ul> <p>Audio visual ministries:</p> <ul><li>composition</li><li>design</li><li>production</li><li>distribution</li></ul> <p>Writing ministries:</p> <ul><li>free lance</li><li>curriculum development</li><li>fiction</li><li>non-fiction</li><li>editing</li><li>institutional communications</li><li>journalistic skills for publications</li></ul> <p>Teaching ministries:</p> <ul><li>Sunday school: children, youth, students, women</li><li>grade school</li><li>high school</li><li>college</li></ul> <p>Music ministries:</p> <ul><li>composition</li><li>training</li><li>performance</li><li>voice</li><li>choir</li><li>instrumentalist</li></ul> <p>Evangelistic ministries:</p> <ul><li>personal witnessing</li><li>Inter Varsity</li><li>Campus Crusade</li><li>Navigators</li><li>Home Bible Studies</li><li>outreach to children</li><li>Visitation teams</li><li>Counseling at meetings</li><li>Billy Graham phone bank</li></ul> <p>Radio and TV ministries:</p> <ul><li>technical assistance</li><li>writing</li><li>announcing</li><li>producing</li></ul> <p>Theater and drama ministries:</p> <ul><li>acting</li><li>directing</li><li>writing</li><li>scheduling</li></ul> <p>Social ministries:</p> <ul><li>literacy</li><li>pro-life</li><li>pro-decency</li><li>housing</li><li>safety</li><li>beautification</li></ul> <p>Pastoral care assistance:</p> <ul><li>visitation</li><li>newcomer welcoming and assistance</li><li>hospitality</li><li>food and clothing and transportation</li></ul> <p>Prayer ministries:</p> <ul><li>praying!!!</li><li>mobilizing for major Concerts of Prayer</li><li>helping with small groups of prayer</li><li>coordinating prayer chains</li><li>promoting prayer days and weeks and vigils</li></ul> <p>Missions:</p> <ul><li>all of the above across cultures</li></ul> <p>Support ministries:</p> <ul><li>countless jobs that undergird major ministries</li></ul> <!-- SwishCommand noindex --> <hr /> <div class="smaller">By John Piper. © Desiring God. Website: <a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/">desiringGod.org</a> </div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-87255953641654568122008-06-12T23:26:00.009-04:002008-06-12T23:45:20.818-04:00the song I cannot get away from...<span style="font-size:85%;">(nor do I want to)<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Thy Way, Not Mine</span><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span>Thy way, not mine, O Lord<br />However dark it be<br />Lead me by Thine own hand<br />Choose out the path for me<br /><br />Smooth let it be or rough<br />It will still be the best<br />Winding or straight, it leads<br />Right onward to Thy rest<br /><br />I dare not choose my lot<br />I would not, if I might<br />Choose Thou for me, my God<br />So I can walk aright<br /><br />Take Thou my cup, and it<br />With joy or sorrow fill<br />As best to Thee may seem<br />Choose Thou my good and ill<br /><br />Not mine, not mine the choice<br />In all things great or small<br />Be Thou my guide, my strength<br />My wisdom and my all, my wisdom and my all<br /><br />© 2008 Sovereign Grace Worship (ASCAP)<br />Words by Horatius Bonar (1857)<br />Music and additional words by Joel SczebelKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-57463986559251803452008-04-29T16:23:00.003-04:002008-12-09T02:09:51.750-05:00the perfect day for...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpkurrWuMisHOkon8CZUMoCpHnrvz5R-x5_Wp4yIlCY7CrHH1goOYe7VYG2W0g4Dfid2p5Pj9HxFx5_ntBr4Td6iQgZ-uYNB1udNsoFXq2iWoPsY1GkZmTSHEWJcraeqGdEDIS1hotaQV/s1600-h/run.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpkurrWuMisHOkon8CZUMoCpHnrvz5R-x5_Wp4yIlCY7CrHH1goOYe7VYG2W0g4Dfid2p5Pj9HxFx5_ntBr4Td6iQgZ-uYNB1udNsoFXq2iWoPsY1GkZmTSHEWJcraeqGdEDIS1hotaQV/s320/run.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194765966061677970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />AND:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKr7jjlhoJak_kHIaorlXMEk5jM1KYAvTQoRa6eGblOrzktqWLERdqXzuR2AYPSjs3VGbgSrLynMvyc9-DxRQcGHQ-CBEaZgMgb9-UkaU_KPdKPmwAtrm3SXOVWez0Xe6NfLDQnNSXvyKQ/s1600-h/Chic-fil-a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKr7jjlhoJak_kHIaorlXMEk5jM1KYAvTQoRa6eGblOrzktqWLERdqXzuR2AYPSjs3VGbgSrLynMvyc9-DxRQcGHQ-CBEaZgMgb9-UkaU_KPdKPmwAtrm3SXOVWez0Xe6NfLDQnNSXvyKQ/s320/Chic-fil-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194766129270435234" border="0" /> </a><br /><br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Tk1ou1tEpLs9lscL7YAw91MWAxrvNR5vMZmH3tABVvKpj8g1VIg97upJ63ilfy48SbKhxF2G8t8Z6YB-m3KrCq1PJqz4GEOAo-smzUeZv__2uLwft3xfvgEaT2XtZttSDObnUcyVCRut/s1600-h/chicfilacow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Tk1ou1tEpLs9lscL7YAw91MWAxrvNR5vMZmH3tABVvKpj8g1VIg97upJ63ilfy48SbKhxF2G8t8Z6YB-m3KrCq1PJqz4GEOAo-smzUeZv__2uLwft3xfvgEaT2XtZttSDObnUcyVCRut/s320/chicfilacow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194766266709388722" border="0" /></a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-64319660894188825352008-04-14T07:26:00.003-04:002008-12-09T02:09:51.837-05:00check it out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNJ-mJGJOsV1ZVeBA2YL1hGGKNCZEKoi6spW5QtpDvNDxraw7mMxvGcIT5V0bObyr3ZiA5S2NmN9QFTWs65VuNE5duAeaoVWIf-J31lVfkqLMb1z7NDTy8vy23P5olroi0R5HCn1ojlFk/s1600-h/Village+Church.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNJ-mJGJOsV1ZVeBA2YL1hGGKNCZEKoi6spW5QtpDvNDxraw7mMxvGcIT5V0bObyr3ZiA5S2NmN9QFTWs65VuNE5duAeaoVWIf-J31lVfkqLMb1z7NDTy8vy23P5olroi0R5HCn1ojlFk/s320/Village+Church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189244012346390450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Open: <span style="font-weight: bold;">iTunes</span>---> Select: <span style="font-weight: bold;">iTunes Store</span><br /><br />Search: <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Village Church</span>---><br />Select: <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Village Church - Sermon Audio</span><br /><br />Select: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Gospel Realization</span>---> Click: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Get Episode</span><br />Select: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Gospel Contextualization</span>---> Click: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Get Episode</span><br /><br />Listen: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds" (Hebrews 10:24).</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-21179448619555159142008-04-05T12:42:00.011-04:002008-12-09T02:09:51.986-05:00a new heart?<span style="font-weight: bold;">"I will give them an undivided heart and put a new spirit in them; I will remove from them their heart of stone and give them a heart of flesh" (Ezekiel 11:19). </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Are we praying to this end?<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmbTCSqGnn8I3JI-9m6DuWmeGm344bBFdyO7U8SrXeiWWXKeefX4NQADIiDTOP4cNEF_O3bvyL-iy5wS1l7-oWboGOx9fbWYBa3Ri4jwpo-cfZ9Uj9BAcjlajCNkEhYgoBuJ0EswAUhNQ/s1600-h/window+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmbTCSqGnn8I3JI-9m6DuWmeGm344bBFdyO7U8SrXeiWWXKeefX4NQADIiDTOP4cNEF_O3bvyL-iy5wS1l7-oWboGOx9fbWYBa3Ri4jwpo-cfZ9Uj9BAcjlajCNkEhYgoBuJ0EswAUhNQ/s320/window+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186290959118181202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh my God, look around this place</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Your fingers reach around the bone</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />You set the break and set the tone</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Flights of grace, and future falls</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />In present pain</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">all fools say, "Oh my God"</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Oh my God, why are we so afraid?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />We make it worse when we don't bleed</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />There is no cure for our disease</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Turn a phrase, and rise again</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Oh my God, can I complain?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />You take away my firm belief and<br />graft my soul upon your grief</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Weddings, boats and alibis</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />all drift away, and a mother cries</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Liars and fools; sons and failures</span>; <span style="font-style: italic;">thieves will always say</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Lost and found; ailing wanderers</span>; <span style="font-style: italic;">healers always say</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Whores and angels; men with problems;</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">leavers always say</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Broken hearted; separated</span>; <span style="font-style: italic;">orphans always say</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />War creators; racial haters</span><span style="font-style: italic;">; p</span><span style="font-style: italic;">reachers always say</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Distant fathers; fallen warriors</span><span style="font-style: italic;">; g</span><span style="font-style: italic;">ivers always say</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Pilgrim saints; lonely widows</span><span style="font-style: italic;">; u</span><span style="font-style: italic;">sers always say</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Fearful mothers; watchful doubters;</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Saviors always say</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Sometimes I cannot forgive</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And these days, mercy cuts so deep</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> If the world was how it should be,<br />Maybe I could get some sleep</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />While I lay, I dream we're better,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Scales were gone and faces light</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />When we wake, we hate our brother</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />We still move to hurt each other</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Sometimes I can close my eyes,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And all the fear that keeps me silent<br />Falls below my heavy breathing,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />What makes me so badly bent?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />We all have a chance to murder</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />We all feel the need for wonder</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />We still want to be reminded<br />That the pain is worth the thunder</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Sometimes when I lose my grip,<br />I wonder what to make of heaven</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />All the times I thought to reach up</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />All the times I had to give</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Babies underneath their beds</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Hospitals that cannot treat<br />All the wounds that money causes,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> All the comforts of cathedrals</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Oh my God</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Oh my God</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Oh my God<br /></span><span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Jars of Clay, 2006</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br />"We must live a holy life; the gospel is not to teach us to talk, it is not to make us eloquent and subtle, and I know not what; but it is to reform our lives, that the world may know our desire to serve God, to give ourselves wholly to Him, and to conform ourselves to His good will." -John Calvin<br /></span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-13144324561836749092008-03-22T07:58:00.004-04:002008-12-09T02:09:52.286-05:00Hosanna<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4wpILnDiV8GyjZQgDVPQsLWlGlWGT4LmHK_WjkWxxTARuYcsv4X7AptoNdUs6RHucwuekoU1gLKudOsAxash_llB7TLTyKSAJeRG8bH0PbD5jw05CDHxeEweY-oVVDXy59Md84RD1H-c/s1600-h/palm+branch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4wpILnDiV8GyjZQgDVPQsLWlGlWGT4LmHK_WjkWxxTARuYcsv4X7AptoNdUs6RHucwuekoU1gLKudOsAxash_llB7TLTyKSAJeRG8bH0PbD5jw05CDHxeEweY-oVVDXy59Md84RD1H-c/s320/palm+branch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180536849697809090" border="0" /></a><br />There was a man who smiled like the sunrise<br />His face I can’t forget<br />His love displayed was unlike any other<br />He humbly dressed just like a vagabond with<br />Discourse like a King<br />And when he talked the angels stopped to listen<br /><br />Hosanna<br />Filio David (Son of David)<br />Hosanna<br />In Altisimis (in the Highest)<br /><br />He often spoke about a Kingdom coming<br />His words I can’t forget<br />Where all who come may rest beneath His mercy<br />Where royalty is flowing through the veins of<br />Every citizen<br />And every soul is treasured like a promise<br /><br />Jason Morant, 2006Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-64644672468401327672008-03-08T09:14:00.009-05:002008-12-09T02:09:52.454-05:00Grace, all sufficient.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDypR_mPTFzrJBj2jGxS_sqDesIUF9ak5e5E8M4TYIvaD3DJSDDd3NgcuGXXE-GNvmhSIqtaBA4jDM1DL1Ks0wzEoVMBb4zxbZbqJRZN5x-IIwc2BB78mdLY4AoiiWIo4z8MUfrV_5k619/s1600-h/storm_tree+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDypR_mPTFzrJBj2jGxS_sqDesIUF9ak5e5E8M4TYIvaD3DJSDDd3NgcuGXXE-GNvmhSIqtaBA4jDM1DL1Ks0wzEoVMBb4zxbZbqJRZN5x-IIwc2BB78mdLY4AoiiWIo4z8MUfrV_5k619/s320/storm_tree+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175583760992575234" border="0" /></a>March 4, Morning,<br />Mr. Spurgeon writes:<br />"If none of God's saints were poor and tried, we would not know half so well the consolations of divine grace. When we find the wanderer who has nowhere to lay his head, who yet can say, "Still will I trust in the Lord;" when we see the pauper starving on bread and water, who still glories in Jesus; when we see the bereaved widow overwhelmed in affliction, who yet has faith in Christ, oh! what honor it reflects on the Gospel. God's grace is illustrated and magnified in the poverty and trials of believers. Saints bear up under every discouragement, believing <span style="font-style: italic;">'that all things work together for [their] good'</span> (Rom. 8:28), and that out of apparent evils a real blessing shall ultimately spring—that their God will either deliver then speedily, or most assuredly support them in the trouble, as long as He is pleased to keep them in it. This patience of the saints proves the power of divine grace. There is a lighthouse out at sea. It is a calm night. I cannot tell whether the edifice is firm. The tempest must rage about it, and then, I will know whether it will stand. So with the Spirit's work. If it were not on many occasions surrounded with tempestuous waters, we would not know that it was true and strong; if the winds did not blow upon it, we should not know how firm and secure it was. The masterpieces of God are those who stand steadfast and unmovable in the midst of difficulties—'Calm mid the bewildering cry, confident of victory.' He who would glorify his God must set his account upon meeting with many trials. No man can be illustrious before the Lord unless his conflicts are many. If yours, then, is a much tried path, rejoice in it, because you will all the better show forth the all-sufficient grace of God. As for his failing you, never dream of it—hate the thought. The God who has been sufficient until now, should be trusted to the end."<br /><br />grace.<br />the gospel.<br />all sufficient.<br />enough. <br /><br />watch. <a href="http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=faf0159744aecaf5c732">http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=faf0159744aecaf5c732</a><br />_ _ _ _ _Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-16864239989191052262008-02-18T07:45:00.021-05:002008-12-09T02:09:52.613-05:00On the other hand: the best of friends cannot all be found upon bookshelves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGbhTmc-hHLfe3_IeT1njmyOS_NkF-c-YtNk_j9pvcpcuVPotLa5Ma_uLG_qheHJxF5tzNOCfN0VhYFsIDojLWM1pEKxCwExai1OENLR0d5ScmcjOXGqbwtCCUc6Dy0RzpCxqUwhpf55h/s1600-h/tunnel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGbhTmc-hHLfe3_IeT1njmyOS_NkF-c-YtNk_j9pvcpcuVPotLa5Ma_uLG_qheHJxF5tzNOCfN0VhYFsIDojLWM1pEKxCwExai1OENLR0d5ScmcjOXGqbwtCCUc6Dy0RzpCxqUwhpf55h/s320/tunnel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168309387919025346" border="0" /></a>A friend challenged me this week about the meaning of reciprocal friendship and whether I could really call a dearly-loved author, my close friend. So to clarify, while I benefit much from the companions on my bookshelf, by no means do I take lightly the gift of real-life fellowship.<span style="font-style: italic;"> (Pr. 27:17).</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mrs. Groveman captures well my sentiments:</span></span><br />An old friend visits, and time passes by. Memories upon memories knit together the tapestry of friendship bonded; love molded. What is it that draws two people together? Is it common likeness, or interests and intellect? Is it gifting, or some mirrored reflection of your very self seen in this new person? Time reveals the hidden motives, and tests the bond of true fellowship. It indeed is a mystery why two people become friends. I am convinced it is the blessing of God. Unity is a gift from above, and it is that unity that draws you together. You enjoy a similar author, or painting, or a reflection on a particular Bible passage. Somehow, you realize that in all the vastness of this universe, there is someone who sees the world from similar eyes. This too, is the blessing of Him who watches over us. It becomes like the spring rain on the mountains; the balm of Gilead; touched by the Spirit of God. A gift given from Him to a most undeserving recipient. It is rare in this life, and there are many who walk through this world without ever experiencing true friendship. The vulnerability that is required in giving of oneself, requires the cross of Jesus Christ. It is only in giving that we truly receive; and it is this vulnerability that opened the way for all men to find freedom from sin. His example of friendship to His redeemed, sets the stage for all true friendship. Only in embodying this example do we find true peace and joy. "We love, because He first loved us" 1 John<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And Mr. Lewis</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> writes of this costly gift: </span></span><br />"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable...."<br /><br />transparent, vulnerable, sweet and costly fellowship.<br />only grace makes this possible...<br /><br />what a gift.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-60944174867004032872008-02-10T20:34:00.000-05:002008-12-09T02:09:53.012-05:00Some of my best friends... are dead.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjojM7B3O09zWYiySXV9SxW4dVNemM67ivoRqzeuod0HrpdQhht0ZXawAjUHfCNF9R-F0YY8Mx_lsHgJDT2er56biOOJ9b3502sGkSfGO8Ico3Uh8EgcBL_UYziTuytnSC2HllCgNp_sqCG/s1600-h/tombstone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjojM7B3O09zWYiySXV9SxW4dVNemM67ivoRqzeuod0HrpdQhht0ZXawAjUHfCNF9R-F0YY8Mx_lsHgJDT2er56biOOJ9b3502sGkSfGO8Ico3Uh8EgcBL_UYziTuytnSC2HllCgNp_sqCG/s320/tombstone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165536788960961634" border="0" /></a>It may seem strange to count someone who is no longer living <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> whom you've never met as a dear friend, but I think these two would qualify as such: <span style="font-style: italic;">Charles Spurgeon (an old friend) & Thomas Watson</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">(a new friend)</span>. These men challenge the way I think, compel me to know and love Christ more, and spur me on to serve the folks I interact with on a daily basis. I would read these books aloud to you if I had your permission and you happened to be sitting in my living room right now. But seeing as that's not the case, I hope this brief glimpse would encourage you to pick up a book or two.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Watson Writes</span>: <span style="font-style: italic;">His Exact Curious Working,</span> Every providence has a mercy or a wonder wrapt up in it. God's wisdom is never at a loss; but when providences are darkest, then the morning star of deliverance appears. It is hard to have the heart low when comfort is high. God sees humility to be better for us than joy. It is better to want comfort, and be humble, than to have it, and be proud. In case we are low in the world, or have but little oil in the cruse, let us rest in God's wisdom. He sees it best; it is to cure pride and wantonness.When we wonder what God is doing with us, and are ready to kill ourselves with care; let us rest in God's wisdom. He knows best what He has to do. "His footsteps are not known" (Psalm 77:19). Trust Him where you cannot trace Him. God is most in His way, when we think He is most out of the way (f<span style="font-style: italic;">rom "A Body of Divinity"</span>).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Spurgeon Writes: </span>(Regarding Psalm 44:17-19<i>, "All this has come upon us; but we have not forgotten You, nor have we dealt falsely with Your covenant. Our heart has not turned back, nor have our steps departed from Your way; but You have severely broken us in the place of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death.)</i> Though utterly crushed and rendered desolate and driven as it were to associate with creatures which haunt deserted ruins, yet Israel remained faithful. To be true to a smiting God, <span style="font-style: italic;">even when the blows lay our joys in ruinous heaps,</span> is to be such as the Lord delights in. (from <span style="font-style: italic;">"The Treasury of David"</span>).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And one more from Mr. Spurgeon:</span> It is always the Holy Spirit's work to turn our eyes away from self to Jesus; but Satan's work is just the opposite of this, for he is constantly trying to make us pay attention to ourselves instead of to Christ. He insinuates, "Your sins are too great for pardon; you have no faith; you do not repent enough; you will never be able to continue to the end; you do not have the joy of His children; you have such a weak hold of Jesus." All these are thoughts about self, and we will never find comfort or assurance by looking within. But the Holy Spirit turns our eyes entirely away from self. He tells us that we are nothing, but that "Christ is all in all." Remember, therefore, that it is not your hold of Christ that saves you; it is Christ! It is not your joy in Christ that saves you; it is Christ! It is not even your faith in Christ that saves you, though that is the instrument, but it is Christ's blood and His merits that save you! Therefore, do not look as much to your hand, with which you are grasping Christ, as to Christ. Do not look to your hope, but to Jesus, the Source of your hope. Do not look to your faith, but to "Jesus the Author and Finisher of your faith" (Hebrews 12:2). We will never find happiness by looking at our prayers, our actions, or our feelings. <span style="font-style: italic;">It is what Jesus is, not what we are, that gives rest to the soul.</span> If we would at once overcome Satan, and have peace with God, it must be by looking unto Jesus. Keep your eyes simply on Him. Let His death, His sufferings, His merits, His glories, and His intercession be fresh on your mind. When you wake in the morning, look to Him. When you lie down at night, look to Him. Oh, do not let your hopes or fears come between you and Jesus. Follow hard after Him ad He will never fail you (from <span style="font-style: italic;">"Morning and Evening"</span>).Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-28315677262621729132008-01-04T18:14:00.000-05:002008-12-09T02:09:53.235-05:00Stupidity: Sovereignly Redeemed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPJ0uSpgEmUCoJOyqzfd1n6uaHHONLZJgDigeu7OpTzfPlGX3P2uyBVT-3Dfv6h3Lem9SPza_YgqK5YZWhWNiGQ9uTgMnV0sMbVxZUeogBjaxI2vrLIJ2jHLM_1oMfbS2ivofE-2tmt64/s1600-h/Luther.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPJ0uSpgEmUCoJOyqzfd1n6uaHHONLZJgDigeu7OpTzfPlGX3P2uyBVT-3Dfv6h3Lem9SPza_YgqK5YZWhWNiGQ9uTgMnV0sMbVxZUeogBjaxI2vrLIJ2jHLM_1oMfbS2ivofE-2tmt64/s320/Luther.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151775089783788882" border="0" /></a>The following account of Martin Luther is taken from a message by John Piper. I love the truth of God's sovereignty he so plainly speaks of, and how history has only but proven this truth! God uses us—weak, fearful, confused sinners—to accomplish His great plans and purposes in spite of ourselves. As I read my Bible this morning, new gratefulness for men like Calvin and Luther and even Frederick of Saxony who protected Luther, flooded over me. They stood boldly to preserve this precious Word and to teach it faithfully to all who would listen. Yes, God is a redeemer, not only of our foolish decisions, but of our foolish hearts which, without His love first poured out, would never have turned to Him.<br /><br />"Luther was born November 10, 1483 in Eisleben to a copper miner who wanted him so badly to be a lawyer. And he was on his way to being a lawyer. In 1502, at the age of 19, he received his Bachelors degree, ranking, unimpressively, 30th of 57 in his class. In January, 1505 he received his Master of Arts at Erfurt and ranked second among 17 candidates. That summer the providential Damascus-like experience happened.<br /><br />On July 2, on the way home from law school, he was caught in a thunderstorm and was literally knocked off his horse by lightening. Luther was so frightened that he cried out, 'Help me, St. Anne; I will become a monk.' In other words, since he did not know the safety of the gospel, he took the next best thing which was the safety of the monastery. And to his father's utter dismay, he kept his vow two weeks later. On July 17, 1505 he knocked at the gate of the Augustinian Hermits in Erfurt and asked to be accepted, which he was. Now later on he admitted <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> was a blatant sin—what he did. He went against his father’s will and he did it out of fear. Then he added,<span style="font-style: italic;"> 'But oh, how much good the merciful Lord has allowed to come of it!' </span>And just a parenthetical encouragement to you, reading biography and church history is so hope-giving because you see the providence of God overcoming foolish decisions. And some of you right now are in crises because of very stupid decisions that you’ve made. And you are wondering whether there is any future for marriage, for parenting, for ministry. And the answer is: The sovereignty of God manifest in this ungodly, carnal decision of Martin Luther, that sovereignty of God is great enough to do wonders through your stupid decisions. Because He did... <span style="font-style: italic;">with Martin Luther</span>."<br /><br /><br />Take a minute to read through the article. It is sure to edify...<br /><a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/Biographies/1470_Martin_Luther_Lessons_from_His_Life_and_Labor/">Martin Luther: Lessons from His Life and Labor</a><br />John Piper, Bethlehem Baptist Pastor’s Conference, 1996.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-63856309145278567352007-12-08T20:34:00.000-05:002008-12-09T02:09:53.412-05:00strange treasures in this world appear...This old hymn has rolled over and over in my car this week and seems to grow sweeter each time. If <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> is the field where hidden lies the pearl of greatest price, it <span style="font-style: italic;">must</span> be of infinite value, no matter its appearance upon first glance.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQnANzs6sNYRaqsPd_ejrqNqtuJbO4S9R0zkEydsr6NyugJdavAnMCq8IxVZCGhxcnEQF36Q0-2DDsSwm2_w1L1q8PG6V5FzVefp6AfgqNDPuEc-qbBacSH-oWRsH7XBcpjbGksZB8erw/s1600-h/pearl.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQnANzs6sNYRaqsPd_ejrqNqtuJbO4S9R0zkEydsr6NyugJdavAnMCq8IxVZCGhxcnEQF36Q0-2DDsSwm2_w1L1q8PG6V5FzVefp6AfgqNDPuEc-qbBacSH-oWRsH7XBcpjbGksZB8erw/s320/pearl.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141792164585282738" border="0" /></a><strong>Laden With Guilt</strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Lyrics: Isaac Watts (1674-1748)</span></span> <br /><br />Laden with guilt and full of fears,<br />I fly to Thee my Lord,<br />And not a glimpse of hope appears,<br />But in Thy written word<br />The volumes of my Father's grace<br />Does all my griefs assuage<br />Here I behold my Saviour's face<br />In every page<br /><br />This is the field where hidden lies<br />The pearl of price unknown<br />That merchant is divinely wise<br />Who makes the pearl his own<br />Here consecrated waters flow<br />To quench my thirst of sin<br />Here the fair tree of knowledge grows<br />No danger dwells within<br /><br />This is the judge that ends the strife<br />Where wit and reason fail<br />My guide to everlasting life<br />Throughout this gloomy vale<br />O may Thy counsels, mighty God<br />My roving feet command<br />Nor I forsake the happy road<br />That leads to Thy right handKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739445402817447916.post-51465656440789631852007-12-03T17:57:00.000-05:002008-12-09T02:09:53.731-05:00The Israelites: He Will Provide<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhucN5vDk2sqqIs4IDwR9UjVG4g4xWO2loODE2zH9vC8EhV07gV3SrKAYIyjy1-YcJ8PbGSFWQ0UgmT-yrPOvu-nOHV2rV0OQeabeLyrEOlPkexjamc5gOMVcXVAqs233urcCwwDoYHuIMZ/s1600-r/redsea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg38ATxPc7BtCMKn5Xs9zadqm016wdE5WqakcHYMzWqAersNFuyP-mj_9FjobK60E_cC-BpMnkqY0YBlIiAZ_O77eUOfWwO5jkJSpfaP73ehonbK74C-Hfkad_khlf7fIhUr2v3NPwZ2ZwS/s400/redsea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139890903846228546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Themes sometimes tend to dominate for a season.<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I think when the Lord is seeking to get a particular message across, He brings clarity by allowing different aspects of His Word to hit us all at once from many directions. For me, the most recent theme can be summed up by the words of this song about the children of Israel. It's an older song I first heard several years ago, but today the Lord used it once again to speak in power:</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><br /><br />Exodus</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />breathing in this desert air</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />grumbling voices fill my ears</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">a month of freedom in my hand</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />i thought it would be different here</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">though in bondage i was full</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">i wanted to be free</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />yet here i am in need of you</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Lord, come provide for me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I am here</span>, <span style="font-family:georgia;">wipe away your tears</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I am here,</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">I will provide</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I will provide</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">with My bread of life</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I will provide</span>, <span style="font-family:georgia;">I will provide</span>, <span style="font-family:georgia;">I am here</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />this evening i think of the land<br />that i was freed from once again</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />but this time i know i will see<br />Your glory in the morning</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">as the dew is lifted from the ground</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />revealing bread of heaven for your child</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">i find that there's enough to meet my needs</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">but to gather it up isn't easy</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />I am here</span>, <span style="font-family:georgia;">wipe away your tears</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I am here</span>, <span style="font-family:georgia;">I will provide</span>, <span style="font-family:georgia;">I will provide<br /><br />Psalm 77:19 "Your way was <span style="font-style: italic;">through</span> the sea, Your path <span style="font-style: italic;">through</span> the great waters; yet Your footprints were unseen." Lord, even when Your footprints are unseen, will You give faith enough to follow? Your Name is <span style="font-style: italic;">Jehovah Jireh</span>, "The Lord Will Provide."<br /></span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424249820042704097noreply@blogger.com0