Minutiae of my every day since 2004.











And when we read the words of the apostle Paul about John [the Baptist] "fulfilling his course," we may well ask for grace that we may fill up to the brim the measure of our opportunities, that we may realize to the full God's meaning and intention in creating us: and so our lives shall mate with the Divine Ideal, live sublime words with some heavenly strain, each completing each other. [emphasis mine]

Shrink not from sorrow. It endures but for the brief eastern night; joy cometh in the morning, to remind. I may be caused by long waiting and apparently fruitless prayer. Beneath its pressure heart and flesh may faint. All natural hope may become dead, and the soul be plunged in hopeless despair. "Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the morning," and it will be seen that the dull autumn sowings of tears and loneliness and pain were the necessary preliminary for that heavenly messenger who, standing on the "right side of the altar of incense" shall assure us that prayer is heard.

There are in this loud stunning tide
Of human care and crime,
With whom the melodies abide
Of th' everlasting chime;
Who carry music in their heart
Through dusky lane and wrangling mart,
Plying their daily task with busier feet,
Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.



We must defend the right to believe in enough theology to get us into trouble with anyone, anywhere, in a secular age. We must defend the right of Christians, along with all other believers, to be faithful in the public square as well as in the privacy of our own homes, hearts, and churches. We must defend the right to teach our children in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. We must defend the rights of Christian schools to be Christian—and to order our institutions around the Word of God without fearing the crushing power of the state. We must defend the right of generations of those yet unborn, to know the liberties we have known and now defend.
Oddly enough, this will mean defending florists and cake bakers and fire chiefs, and pharmacists, and teachers, and preachers, and moms and dads who dare to resist the secular powers that be.
For Christians, eventually it all comes down to our faithfulness in preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ and nurturing biblical churches and raising our own children in the grace of God.
No God, no truth. No truths, no liberty. No liberty, and nothing remains but the heel of someone’s boot.











You will keep him in perfect peace,
Whose mind is stayed on You,
Because he trusts in You.


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Crafted by Bottled Brain, copyright 2004