Daily Roundup

Joel Osteen and Oprah’s “I Am” Lifeclass – Do not call yourself a Christian if you buy in to any of this.  I don’t care if Osteen has 40k + members and Oprah has millions of followers, this is flat out heresy. See Oprah’s Lifeclass site for more info.

Regeneration by J. C. Ryle – Regeneration is so important.  Without God’s regenerating work in our lives, we cannot be born again.

How Does Gay Marriage Affect You – Denny Burk looks at on aspect of it that we will have to deal with if your state normalizes gay marriage.

A Poem on Hebrews 3:13 – The last few lines of this poem are especially poignant.

Quote:

While I don’t normally delve into politics, this quote by Douglas Wilson is right on the mark.  You can read the entire article that this was taken from here:

When a rape results in a pregnancy, this means that we are now dealing with three people instead of two. Two of those three are innocent, and one of them is guilty. Take a case of violent rape. The pro-choice ghouls want to do two things — first, they want to go easy on the guilty one, refusing to execute him, while executing one of the innocent parties for something his father did, and secondly, they want to make out anyone who objects to this arrangement as the callused one. – Douglas Wilson

Spread Thy Wings and Fly

This morning, on my way to work, I was listening to the album All Things New by Red Mountain Music and had the opportunity to dwell on one song entitled Spread Thy Wings and Fly.  You can listen to the track here and read the words below.  The song comes from Volume 2 of The Scottish Christian Herald.

 

What is life? ‘tis all a vapour;

Soon it vanishes away;

Life is like a dying taper;

Oh, my soul, why wish to stay?

 

Why not spread thy wings and fly

Straight to yonder world of joy?

 

See that glory, how resplendent!

Brighter far than fancy paints,

There, in majesty transcendent!

Jesus reigns, the king of saints.

 

Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly

Straight to yonder world of joy?

 

 

Joyful crowds his throne surrounding,

Sing with rapture of his love,

Through the heavens his praises sounding

Filling all the courts above.

 

Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly

Straight to yonder world of joy?

 

Go and share his people’s glory;

Midst the ransomed crowd appear;

Thine a joyful wondrous story:

One that angels love to hear.

 

Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly

Straight to yonder world of joy?

 

Daily Roundup

10 Things About Church You Should Know – Kevin DeYoung’s tongue in cheek look 10 things you should know.

Christ at the Center – 5 messages from Westminster Theological Seminary, California about Christ and the importance of Him being all that we center our lives on.

Acts of the Holy Spirit Infographic – Here is a poster from The Good Book Company that outlines the book of Acts.

Do Same-Sex Partners Have Parental Rights? – And so it begins.  We have started down a slippery slope as a country and this is some of the fruit we will have to eat.

When a Sermon Becomes a Poem – A poem from John Piper based on a sermon he recently preached.

Quote:

The worst possible news that we can hear about God is that He is good!  If God is good, and just, He cannot forgive us unless first justice is satisfied.  The only way His justice can be satisfied is by His own right hand in the death of Christ on the cross.  God has saved me from God. God has saved me from Himself, for Himself, and by Himself.  So, the worst possible news that we can hear is also the best possible news. – Paraphrase from Paul Washer

Samuel Rutherford

While listening to a sermon on Romans this morning by Ray Comfort, he made a reference to the first stanza of the poem below that was written by Anne Cousins but based on the letters of Samuel Rutherford.  I was deeply moved by this poem.  It is such a rare thing to hear or read one from our modern era that has such a grasp on the things of God.  I can’t even pick out a favorite stanza as they are all so rich.

Last Words
A Poem inspired by the letters and last words of Samuel Rutherford
by Mrs. A. R. Cousin

The sands of time are sinking, The dawn of Heaven breaks,
The summer morn I’ve sighed for, The fair sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight, But dayspring is at hand,
And glory—glory dwelleth In Immanuel’s land. (Letters 79, 147, 323.)

Oh! well it is for ever, Oh! well for evermore,
My nest hung in no forest Of all this death-doom’d shore
Yea, let the vain world vanish, As from the ship the strand,
While glory—glory dwelleth In Immanuel’s land (Letter 4.)

Continue reading