Last night we headed to the URC church in Leduc to join them in a wonderful evening of singing. I'm convinced that we don't sing enough. Sure we sing in church. We sing at Bible Study, at the prayer meeting, the congregational meeting and virtually any other gathering where the believers meet. But to have just an evening set apart for singing praises to our Lord is precious indeed.
There were 2 acapella male choirs present. One was comprised of 4 men from local churches. The other was a group of 8 or 9 men from Zimbabwe. It was fantastic hearing them sing! (Not to mention, it gave our voices a chance to rest up a bit). The joy in their faces as they sang is always striking.
Our sister congregation in Leduc holds this event every year on Good Friday. I love how it is low-key. It doesn't require a whole lot of preparation or cost. The invitations go out in the form of bulletin announcements. Most of us in the area know about it and it's neat seeing a few members from various congregations get together for the purpose of praising God in song.
It made me think of a time when I was a kid and we had another family over. Someone suggested that we sing a few songs out of the Psalter. My mom went to her organ and played our requests and we all sang lustily. Such a simple way to spend an evening. Such a good way to bring glory to God and set our hearts on rejoicing in Him.
So of course this gets my mind ticking for future events. We live out in the country in a beautiful location. We have a fire pit and lots of room for people to sit outside in the summer. If people brought a lawn chair, a psalter hymnal and their voices, wouldn't it be a nice way to end a Sunday if people came over and we sang praises to God around a fire? I think so. Let's see what we can do.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
The Drabness of Incarceration
On Tuesday our family was given an opportunity to visit the newly built Remand Center for an open house tour. Since it was requested by the staff that no pictures be taken, the photos I have posted here come courtesy of the Edmonton Journal and the Calgary Sun. These were not taken by me.
We arrived at noon. It seemed almost surreal to see the large drab grey walls and rolls of barbed wire stretching across the top of the gates. We got out of our vehicle and, all 5 children in tow, made our way to the front doors where a growing number of people patiently waited.
Here you can see an overview of the prison. The square buildings on the ends are 'pods' and that is where the inmates are primarily housed. Currently there are 7 living units (pods) with enough space to build 3 more if necessary in the future.
Soon we were let inside. We climbed a few staircases and were ushered into a large room that had several display tables set up. They explained different facets of the prison. One display talked about tattoos on the inmates. Another display showed how a team of guards restore order during a riot. Yet another long table showed all the items that prison guards use--large rubber bullets, cans of pepper spray, riot shields, masks, baton sticks, manacles and handcuffs, etc. The were several guards standing behind these tables who were more than willing to answer any questions we had and explain how many of their 'tools' were daily used on the job. In that same room there was a 'mock' cell set up. This is where we got our first glimpse of how small the cells really were. But more about that later.
Next we were led into a large auditorium type room. We were seated and given a 10 minute presentation (or overview) of the prison. The old Remand Center was badly overcrowded. It was built to house 388 people, but due to pressing demands they double, and in some instances triple bunked inmates to accommodate the 750 that needed to be behind bars. This new facility can comfortably house 1952 inmates. On top of that, the new Remand Center is the most technologically advanced prison in all of Canada. Yay Edmonton! Don't take this to mean that there are loads of computers and TV's for inmates. Nope, we didn't see that at all. But that there are electrical plug-ins for cars and automatic lighting (turns off and on as people exit the rooms). Also, instead of visiting rooms, there are several computers that are made accessible to the inmates for 'Skype-like' chatting. Visitors must make their way to a different location in the city to access these computers so chats can be properly facilitated. Anyways, the lady gave us loads of interesting information. But now on to the exciting stuff!
We were sent down a few sets of stairs and into a large hallway. If you look at the top overview of the prison, we would have been standing in that hallway that runs down and between the center of all those large pods. Here some more guards were waiting for us by a large desk. As the guard spoke we noticed a few large holding cells (about the size of a phone booth) set at intervals along the long hallway. Of course, these were meant for prisoners. In case a riot or other issue came up while a guard was escorting an inmate to another part of the prison, the guard would quickly place the inmate inside one of these holding cells while he helped his colleagues deal with the issue at hand. When things had subsided the inmate would be released and continue to be escorted to whatever area he needed to be in. Because Eric was one of the first ones to ask the guards about the small containment 'booths' he was the one placed inside as the example. It was at this point we also discovered that the booths were sound proof. The guard also pointed out that this station was the central hub of the prison. If any pod needed assistance, help was a mere 13 seconds away.
Next we entered one of the 'pods.' Here is a shot of what it looked like. The picture you are looking at is from the maximum security 'pod'. A regular pod looked much the same except it lacked the extra locked off section where the cells were located. Also, the stairwell that went to the cells on the second and third floor were not enclosed in bars. All in all, it was pretty impressive! The showers were located on the bottom level in an open area in the corner--right where the 2 walls of cells meet. Once again, this ensured that the inmates remained in this one self-contained living area as much as possible. There were several tables with checkers and backgammon game boards stamped on the tabletops. Stools were attached to the tables and to the floors. At the side of the room (just behind where this picture is being taken) a large upraised desk is stationed where the prison guards could keep an eye out for any issues going on in the pod. Immediately beside the guard station was the door to a small fitness room and another door to get to an outside concrete compound. Large signs across these doors made it clear that it was a privilege to be granted access to the exercise room and the compound.
As we went through the door to get outside to the small compound we noticed the cement floor. 4 cement walls towered high above us with a steel grate overhead. You could see the blue sky and you could breathe the fresh air. You could not, however, see even a smidgen of green. Not a tree, not even a blade of grass. Prison is indeed a drab place.
Next we crossed the large room to take a peek at the cells. The cells were 8x8. Not big at all. Against the far side of the wall was a set of bunks. The mattresses were thin and 'plasticky.' A long, thin window was set by every bunk as you can see in the picture. It let in a good amount of light but on the flip side, it was difficult to get a good view of the outside. On the right hand side of the room was a one-piece plaster-type table attached to the floor. A stool-like chair was attached to the one side of the small table. If you wanted to sit at the other side of the table you would have to sit on the bottom bunk. Just in front of the table was the toilet. It was a one piece, stainless steel toilet with no lid. On the other side of the cell attached to the wall was a hand hold to enable an inmate to hoist himself up onto the top bunk. The inmates did have a lock on the inside of their cell door. This was a means of protection for them to ensure that another inmate could not razzle them while they chose to stay within their own cell. Of course at any time a guard could override this lock if they needed to get in.
Inmates are locked in their cells at, I believe, 10:30. It may be a little earlier, it may be a little later. I'm not 100% sure anymore. They do not have an actual 'lights out' time, since we were told that many inmates sleep much of the day and are up at night. A prisoner's sleeping patterns are extremely abnormal and inconsistent. The cells are opened at 7:00am. Inmates are expected to clean their cells and their areas until 8:30 am. At that time the TV in the main living space is turned on. That's the only TV the inmates get access to. 1 channel for them all. The guard told us that the TV is always a source of conflict. The channel is determined form the central guard station in the pod. The inmates also only have 'peasant vision.' However, the guard admitted that he hopes that the inmates get access to more TVs as it really cuts out on a lot of the boredom inmates suffer. Boredom always equates to tempers flaring and inevitably more fights. If the guards can find a way to keep the inmates in their cells there is far less potential for trouble. Here is a somewhat unclear picture of the lone TV in a pod. As you can see, this in in the same large living space as the guard station, tables and showers.
As we exited the main living areas we were given access to the enormous laundry room. The washing machines were HUGE! I could probably do 8-10 of my loads at home in a washing machine that size. We were told that the prison would save $18,000 a month just by being able to do their laundry at the facility. In the old Remand Center all laundry had to be sent out to another location where it was laundered and then returned.
We saw the health facilities they have there for the inmates--examination rooms, completely furnished dental rooms and a wing for the mentally ill. The less the need to shuttle inmates to and from the prison, the better. Also the facilities set up for women inmates are much better than in the present Remand center.
As our tour was ending, we walked into a room that held many of the inmates' paintings on the wall. Many paintings had Scripture written upon them. Many conveyed the loneliness of prison despite the complete lack of privacy. Many captured well-known slogans. Anyways, it was certainly interesting to see.
As our final leg, we toured the admissions section of the prison. All personal things were collected from the inmates and stored away. We viewed multiple large holding cells where prisoners wait upon first arrival to the prison. Once again, all these doors remained locked. A toilet was situated at the back of every holding room. And then there was the exit.
It was good to smell the fresh air. I must say I loved the tour of the prison. I think it was the best field trip of the year for the kids. But I must also say that after being there for 90 minutes I kind of had enough. I was ready to leave. I have absolutely no tendencies to claustrophobia, but I have to admit that I felt closed in. I got that sinking feeling of despondency while walking through those halls. Prison is not a nice place. You will get fed. You will stay warm. You can watch the news. But you have no freedom. There are a thousand ways to really sense that in a prison. Locked in at night. Cement walls about you as you breathe fresh air. Bands of angry and highly irritable persons are about all the time. There is absolutely no privacy.
Nope, prison is a place you want to stay out of. I'm really thankful for the tour. It was a once in a lifetime chance. I'm glad the kids saw it too. I'm thankful the 'bad guys' are not spoiled (as opposed to popular opinion). It was a great experience.
We arrived at noon. It seemed almost surreal to see the large drab grey walls and rolls of barbed wire stretching across the top of the gates. We got out of our vehicle and, all 5 children in tow, made our way to the front doors where a growing number of people patiently waited.
Here you can see an overview of the prison. The square buildings on the ends are 'pods' and that is where the inmates are primarily housed. Currently there are 7 living units (pods) with enough space to build 3 more if necessary in the future.
Soon we were let inside. We climbed a few staircases and were ushered into a large room that had several display tables set up. They explained different facets of the prison. One display talked about tattoos on the inmates. Another display showed how a team of guards restore order during a riot. Yet another long table showed all the items that prison guards use--large rubber bullets, cans of pepper spray, riot shields, masks, baton sticks, manacles and handcuffs, etc. The were several guards standing behind these tables who were more than willing to answer any questions we had and explain how many of their 'tools' were daily used on the job. In that same room there was a 'mock' cell set up. This is where we got our first glimpse of how small the cells really were. But more about that later.
Next we were led into a large auditorium type room. We were seated and given a 10 minute presentation (or overview) of the prison. The old Remand Center was badly overcrowded. It was built to house 388 people, but due to pressing demands they double, and in some instances triple bunked inmates to accommodate the 750 that needed to be behind bars. This new facility can comfortably house 1952 inmates. On top of that, the new Remand Center is the most technologically advanced prison in all of Canada. Yay Edmonton! Don't take this to mean that there are loads of computers and TV's for inmates. Nope, we didn't see that at all. But that there are electrical plug-ins for cars and automatic lighting (turns off and on as people exit the rooms). Also, instead of visiting rooms, there are several computers that are made accessible to the inmates for 'Skype-like' chatting. Visitors must make their way to a different location in the city to access these computers so chats can be properly facilitated. Anyways, the lady gave us loads of interesting information. But now on to the exciting stuff!
We were sent down a few sets of stairs and into a large hallway. If you look at the top overview of the prison, we would have been standing in that hallway that runs down and between the center of all those large pods. Here some more guards were waiting for us by a large desk. As the guard spoke we noticed a few large holding cells (about the size of a phone booth) set at intervals along the long hallway. Of course, these were meant for prisoners. In case a riot or other issue came up while a guard was escorting an inmate to another part of the prison, the guard would quickly place the inmate inside one of these holding cells while he helped his colleagues deal with the issue at hand. When things had subsided the inmate would be released and continue to be escorted to whatever area he needed to be in. Because Eric was one of the first ones to ask the guards about the small containment 'booths' he was the one placed inside as the example. It was at this point we also discovered that the booths were sound proof. The guard also pointed out that this station was the central hub of the prison. If any pod needed assistance, help was a mere 13 seconds away.
Next we entered one of the 'pods.' Here is a shot of what it looked like. The picture you are looking at is from the maximum security 'pod'. A regular pod looked much the same except it lacked the extra locked off section where the cells were located. Also, the stairwell that went to the cells on the second and third floor were not enclosed in bars. All in all, it was pretty impressive! The showers were located on the bottom level in an open area in the corner--right where the 2 walls of cells meet. Once again, this ensured that the inmates remained in this one self-contained living area as much as possible. There were several tables with checkers and backgammon game boards stamped on the tabletops. Stools were attached to the tables and to the floors. At the side of the room (just behind where this picture is being taken) a large upraised desk is stationed where the prison guards could keep an eye out for any issues going on in the pod. Immediately beside the guard station was the door to a small fitness room and another door to get to an outside concrete compound. Large signs across these doors made it clear that it was a privilege to be granted access to the exercise room and the compound.
As we went through the door to get outside to the small compound we noticed the cement floor. 4 cement walls towered high above us with a steel grate overhead. You could see the blue sky and you could breathe the fresh air. You could not, however, see even a smidgen of green. Not a tree, not even a blade of grass. Prison is indeed a drab place.
Next we crossed the large room to take a peek at the cells. The cells were 8x8. Not big at all. Against the far side of the wall was a set of bunks. The mattresses were thin and 'plasticky.' A long, thin window was set by every bunk as you can see in the picture. It let in a good amount of light but on the flip side, it was difficult to get a good view of the outside. On the right hand side of the room was a one-piece plaster-type table attached to the floor. A stool-like chair was attached to the one side of the small table. If you wanted to sit at the other side of the table you would have to sit on the bottom bunk. Just in front of the table was the toilet. It was a one piece, stainless steel toilet with no lid. On the other side of the cell attached to the wall was a hand hold to enable an inmate to hoist himself up onto the top bunk. The inmates did have a lock on the inside of their cell door. This was a means of protection for them to ensure that another inmate could not razzle them while they chose to stay within their own cell. Of course at any time a guard could override this lock if they needed to get in.
Inmates are locked in their cells at, I believe, 10:30. It may be a little earlier, it may be a little later. I'm not 100% sure anymore. They do not have an actual 'lights out' time, since we were told that many inmates sleep much of the day and are up at night. A prisoner's sleeping patterns are extremely abnormal and inconsistent. The cells are opened at 7:00am. Inmates are expected to clean their cells and their areas until 8:30 am. At that time the TV in the main living space is turned on. That's the only TV the inmates get access to. 1 channel for them all. The guard told us that the TV is always a source of conflict. The channel is determined form the central guard station in the pod. The inmates also only have 'peasant vision.' However, the guard admitted that he hopes that the inmates get access to more TVs as it really cuts out on a lot of the boredom inmates suffer. Boredom always equates to tempers flaring and inevitably more fights. If the guards can find a way to keep the inmates in their cells there is far less potential for trouble. Here is a somewhat unclear picture of the lone TV in a pod. As you can see, this in in the same large living space as the guard station, tables and showers.
As we exited the main living areas we were given access to the enormous laundry room. The washing machines were HUGE! I could probably do 8-10 of my loads at home in a washing machine that size. We were told that the prison would save $18,000 a month just by being able to do their laundry at the facility. In the old Remand Center all laundry had to be sent out to another location where it was laundered and then returned.
We saw the health facilities they have there for the inmates--examination rooms, completely furnished dental rooms and a wing for the mentally ill. The less the need to shuttle inmates to and from the prison, the better. Also the facilities set up for women inmates are much better than in the present Remand center.
As our tour was ending, we walked into a room that held many of the inmates' paintings on the wall. Many paintings had Scripture written upon them. Many conveyed the loneliness of prison despite the complete lack of privacy. Many captured well-known slogans. Anyways, it was certainly interesting to see.
As our final leg, we toured the admissions section of the prison. All personal things were collected from the inmates and stored away. We viewed multiple large holding cells where prisoners wait upon first arrival to the prison. Once again, all these doors remained locked. A toilet was situated at the back of every holding room. And then there was the exit.
It was good to smell the fresh air. I must say I loved the tour of the prison. I think it was the best field trip of the year for the kids. But I must also say that after being there for 90 minutes I kind of had enough. I was ready to leave. I have absolutely no tendencies to claustrophobia, but I have to admit that I felt closed in. I got that sinking feeling of despondency while walking through those halls. Prison is not a nice place. You will get fed. You will stay warm. You can watch the news. But you have no freedom. There are a thousand ways to really sense that in a prison. Locked in at night. Cement walls about you as you breathe fresh air. Bands of angry and highly irritable persons are about all the time. There is absolutely no privacy.
Nope, prison is a place you want to stay out of. I'm really thankful for the tour. It was a once in a lifetime chance. I'm glad the kids saw it too. I'm thankful the 'bad guys' are not spoiled (as opposed to popular opinion). It was a great experience.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Courtney's Mantra
After Courtney's 'stunning' performance during the evening church service this past Sunday, and her unabated efforts again today to completely annihilate our sense of productivity and goodness and order in the home, we believe we may have discovered the mantra that's been playing in her head recently.
"I'm bad...
And that's good.
I may never be good...
And that's not bad.
There's no one I'd rather be than me."
--Wreck-it Ralph--
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
A Language of Believers
I write others pretty regularly. In return I also receive a decent amount of correspondence whether it be through the old fashioned written letter, the more modern e-mail system or a private message via social media. One thing that has always caught and kept my attention long after the contents of the letter is forgotten is the closing. It is always interesting what final words the writer has chosen before adding their name to the bottom of the letter. These closing words capture so much of the relationship between the writer and the receiver.
In this regard I have noticed that believers in Christ have a most precious language they use with one another. It's unique; it's most tender and warm. It is encouraging; precious; intimate. I have kept letters from other Christians due solely to the closing they used. With the deepest gratitude it always reminds me of the family Christ have given me. A family composed primarily of pilgrims who know what it is like to walk this world's paths.
For example:
--Your brother in Christ,
--Warm regards,
--Have a wonderful and beautiful day in the Lord,
--Warm greetings!
--Keeping you in my prayers,
--Yours in Christ,
--Take care and every blessing,
Are these final words not precious? As I write them, I know the individual names that came after every closing. These words--written in love, written to encourage, written to strengthen, written because of the Lord Jesus Christ who knit us together. Christ has given us beautiful words to bless one another. Words that few understand but which are full of depth and wonder and mystery and longing. Ah, indeed, the language of saints. Blessed are those who understand them!
In this regard I have noticed that believers in Christ have a most precious language they use with one another. It's unique; it's most tender and warm. It is encouraging; precious; intimate. I have kept letters from other Christians due solely to the closing they used. With the deepest gratitude it always reminds me of the family Christ have given me. A family composed primarily of pilgrims who know what it is like to walk this world's paths.
For example:
--Your brother in Christ,
--Warm regards,
--Have a wonderful and beautiful day in the Lord,
--Warm greetings!
--Keeping you in my prayers,
--Yours in Christ,
--Take care and every blessing,
Are these final words not precious? As I write them, I know the individual names that came after every closing. These words--written in love, written to encourage, written to strengthen, written because of the Lord Jesus Christ who knit us together. Christ has given us beautiful words to bless one another. Words that few understand but which are full of depth and wonder and mystery and longing. Ah, indeed, the language of saints. Blessed are those who understand them!
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Praying for the Lost
Not too long ago I finished a book called 'The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert.' It was about a professor who taught and widely promoted a lifestyle that clashed greatly with the Word of God. Upon the completion of another published document she began to receive the typical large amount of letters and correspondence that often arrives shortly after a 'hot topic' comes off the press. She had 2 bins beside her desk. One bin held all the favourable responses to her latest publications. The other bin held the hate mail and all the letters of dislike.
One day she opened a letter from a reformed pastor. She read it. She read it again. It didn't really belong in her favorable bin. It didn't really belong in her dislike bin either. So the letter sat on her desk. An extremely organized person, the fact that the letter did not have a 'place' bothered the professor greatly. She read and re-read the letter. Finally she contacted this reformed pastor and asked if they could talk. What began after that can only be described as a 'tumultuous train wreck of a journey' (her words). The kingdom of darkness does not give up its children with ease.
It was absolutely fascinating hearing her tell of her journey. She was very honest in the way she portrayed her lifestyle. She presented the clash of the gospel as something incredibly intrusive. It was not at all a calm peace that settled over her soul as others claim conversion will do. Gospel light took away her job, her identity, her relationships, as well as her whole world view that she spent her entire life building. It threw her life upside down. Suddenly she had nothing left to hang onto.
Throughout the whole journey this pastor and his wife came alongside her. With much patience, kindness and hospitality they guided her along. They took the time to answer her questions. They showed much compassion. They offered their friendship. They offered their home. They gave of their time unceasingly. By and by, this professor was saved.
You know, I sometimes wonder if we know what we're asking for when we pray for the lost. Do we know the implications, the inconveniences that would bombard our lives if that prayer were daily answered? Are we ready to come alongside individuals and turn their entire world upside down for the sake of their eternal peace? Are we ready to get our hands messy as we delve into other people's lives? The alcoholic. The homosexual. The suicidal. The environmentalist. The promiscuous. Are you cringing?
When we pray for the lost these are some of the people we are praying for. Are we ready to have these people walk into our churches? Are we ready to speak to them? Are we ready to speak to them without revulsion? Are we ready to open our homes to them?
We pray for the lost in our congregational prayers and then later we mock their lifestyles through course jesting in our homes. We pray for revival in our churches while avoiding the local teenagers who have walked through the church doors. In our homes and amidst our friends so often our words drip with disdain as we condemn the unconverted along with their sordid lifestyles. For people who think we have our 'doctrine' all figured out we have a lot to learn.
The thing is, most of the unconverted think Christians are against them. They think we hate them. This may not be true but we have to realize that this stigma has stuck to us and it's up to us to break down that initial barrier. There are ways to speak to sinners without loudly condemning them to hell. No we don't compromise our faith, but compassion and kindness would go a long way.
So back to the reason that prompted this post. This post modern feminine lesbian professor is now a member in good standing in a Reformed church. As a previous popular speaker for gay activists, her conversion has caused enormous ripples. Despite her previous sordid lifestyle, she was one of the Lord's elect. He called her and she left an entire 'world' behind to follow her Shepherd. She was called out of the kingdom of darkness and brought into the Kingdom of Light--no different from you or I.
The onus is on Christians. When we pray for the lost do we really know what this means? Are we willing to shed our cloaks of self righteousness to walk beside those who are lacking a Saviour? Do we really believe that the blood of Christ is the same required atonement for all? Think about it.
One day she opened a letter from a reformed pastor. She read it. She read it again. It didn't really belong in her favorable bin. It didn't really belong in her dislike bin either. So the letter sat on her desk. An extremely organized person, the fact that the letter did not have a 'place' bothered the professor greatly. She read and re-read the letter. Finally she contacted this reformed pastor and asked if they could talk. What began after that can only be described as a 'tumultuous train wreck of a journey' (her words). The kingdom of darkness does not give up its children with ease.
It was absolutely fascinating hearing her tell of her journey. She was very honest in the way she portrayed her lifestyle. She presented the clash of the gospel as something incredibly intrusive. It was not at all a calm peace that settled over her soul as others claim conversion will do. Gospel light took away her job, her identity, her relationships, as well as her whole world view that she spent her entire life building. It threw her life upside down. Suddenly she had nothing left to hang onto.
Throughout the whole journey this pastor and his wife came alongside her. With much patience, kindness and hospitality they guided her along. They took the time to answer her questions. They showed much compassion. They offered their friendship. They offered their home. They gave of their time unceasingly. By and by, this professor was saved.
You know, I sometimes wonder if we know what we're asking for when we pray for the lost. Do we know the implications, the inconveniences that would bombard our lives if that prayer were daily answered? Are we ready to come alongside individuals and turn their entire world upside down for the sake of their eternal peace? Are we ready to get our hands messy as we delve into other people's lives? The alcoholic. The homosexual. The suicidal. The environmentalist. The promiscuous. Are you cringing?
When we pray for the lost these are some of the people we are praying for. Are we ready to have these people walk into our churches? Are we ready to speak to them? Are we ready to speak to them without revulsion? Are we ready to open our homes to them?
We pray for the lost in our congregational prayers and then later we mock their lifestyles through course jesting in our homes. We pray for revival in our churches while avoiding the local teenagers who have walked through the church doors. In our homes and amidst our friends so often our words drip with disdain as we condemn the unconverted along with their sordid lifestyles. For people who think we have our 'doctrine' all figured out we have a lot to learn.
The thing is, most of the unconverted think Christians are against them. They think we hate them. This may not be true but we have to realize that this stigma has stuck to us and it's up to us to break down that initial barrier. There are ways to speak to sinners without loudly condemning them to hell. No we don't compromise our faith, but compassion and kindness would go a long way.
So back to the reason that prompted this post. This post modern feminine lesbian professor is now a member in good standing in a Reformed church. As a previous popular speaker for gay activists, her conversion has caused enormous ripples. Despite her previous sordid lifestyle, she was one of the Lord's elect. He called her and she left an entire 'world' behind to follow her Shepherd. She was called out of the kingdom of darkness and brought into the Kingdom of Light--no different from you or I.
The onus is on Christians. When we pray for the lost do we really know what this means? Are we willing to shed our cloaks of self righteousness to walk beside those who are lacking a Saviour? Do we really believe that the blood of Christ is the same required atonement for all? Think about it.
Monday, February 25, 2013
He Gives with an Open Hand
It is well for us that God's bounty and kindness are not so scanty as our is to our fellow creatures. In our communication one with another, we soon think we have done enough, that we have done our share; we are ready to be careful not to do too much. We are ready to excuse ourselves from giving and doing for one another. When we give something liberally, or do any considerable matter for another person, it looks big in our eyes and we are ready to think that our kindness has proceeded to a great extent. We are ready to soon be weary of liberality to others. How well it is for us that it is not so with God, who is never weary nor wanting in doing us good. He gives us richly all things to enjoy. His bounty to us is like a river that is full of water: always flowing and never weary of overflowing its banks. Every day He gives to us with an open hand, and bestows blessings upon us of an innumerable kind and in a vast variety. He thinks nothing is too much for us, who has given us more than if He had given us the whole world, in that He has given us His own Son, a person of infinite glory, a Person infinitely dear to Him, who is infinitely His delight and is of the same nature as Himself. In His Son, He gives us His grace, and Holy Spirit. He gives us Himself and makes us to inherit a kingdom. He gives us the possession of all things. He gives us infinite riches and eternal glory and blessedness. He gives us as much riches and blessedness as our appetites can have, let us extend our desires as far as we will. And He gives us as much as we can enjoy, and that to all eternity. God sets no bounds to His bounty, and nothing is too much to bestow.
--Jonathan Edwards
From 'It Is Well for Us That God is Not as We Are'
--Jonathan Edwards
From 'It Is Well for Us That God is Not as We Are'
Sunday, February 24, 2013
More on Goodwin
I know, I talk about Thomas Goodwin's book 'Heart of Christ' a lot. When a book makes such an impact on you--when it changes your whole perspective--when it breathes LIFE and VITALITY into weary bones you can't help but talk about it. And here I'm going to talk about it again. As I was flipping through my rugged copy of 'The Heart of Christ' I observed a note I had scrawled in one of the margins. It said,
"Oh...to be able to do a study on the Holy Spirit with Goodwin!"
Meanwhile I have saved up all my egg money and have bought the works of Goodwin (12 books). They are sitting on my top shelf. And volume 6--the entire book--deals with 'The Work of the Holy Spirit in our Sanctification'.
How sweet is that?
Where did this love of Puritans come from? Well part of the story lies here. And maybe one day when I get really brave I'll tell you the rest of the story.
"Oh...to be able to do a study on the Holy Spirit with Goodwin!"
Meanwhile I have saved up all my egg money and have bought the works of Goodwin (12 books). They are sitting on my top shelf. And volume 6--the entire book--deals with 'The Work of the Holy Spirit in our Sanctification'.
How sweet is that?
Where did this love of Puritans come from? Well part of the story lies here. And maybe one day when I get really brave I'll tell you the rest of the story.
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