I feel heavy. A sadness swept over me. Life is short. We know not the day, nor the hour. A world in turmoil. A pain in my soul. The candle is burning low. This will all be over one way or another. I seek your peace. A peace the world couldn't give. You have eternity in your hands. When the lights of the world go out - Your light remains. Light of the world Take my burdens. Light of the world Though days are numbered fill them with love. Light of the world We will see you soon enough. Light of the world You still calm the raging sea! Light of the world Your light is eternal. Your peace is eternal. You are eternal. Your light remains. Amen.
"And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice." - 1 Kings 19:10,11 The Still Small Voice: God was in the still small voice. In my travels I have encountered worship styles that are so varied. Lately I have been thinking of the loud nature of much worship in contemporary churches (both preaching and song). Whilst not being opposed to this style I have found that at times it has been draining. It may be my inner introvert or it may simply just be that the season of loud is over for me at this time. Either way it seems that my heart yearns for the calm, the gentle, the peaceful. It reminds me of verses in Kings that
I generally don't like TV much. I find it mostly an unpleasant sensory input. I don't always like every season or episode of things I do like either. But, the list above seem to be the TV I have liked on some level over the last few years.
Our eyes they look like galaxies. We are only guests on this earth for a short time. Dust blowing in the sands of time. Vapour that appears for a time, but fades away. For such a time as this let us live and love in the light of these truths. Take each moment as a gift. How lightly we must tread this fine line between life and death. Honour life's fleeting nature in the light of eternity. Do not be indecisive in this life of brevity. To decide not to decide is to decide already. Let your yay be yay and nay be nay. Choose now who you will serve. The one who calms our every fear or the one who uses it as a weapon? That dream God put on your heart, but fear stopped you, all those what ifs, just feel the fear and do it anyway. Progress is not the absence of fear, but the willingness to walk through it. As we recognise God is our refuge and guide we begin to see we need not be anxious for he has overcome the world. The fear fades in the light of his eternity. He is a lamp unto our feet
Take Heart A Catechism By David Holdsworth FREE DOWNLOAD Authors Note: There are many good Catechisms available. But, somewhere along the line Christians in many parts of the church at large seem to have lost this age old practice of simple instruction in the format of questions and answers. In no way is this little contribution meant to take away from good Catechisms already written, but rather to be a compliment to them. This is a simple way for me to share the good news with others. It is my hope that you the reader or listener may find biblical help from the simplicity of the good news. I have included biblical proofs as standard so you may go and examine the scriptures (and indeed your heart) for yourself. Pax et Bonum. (1) Q. What comfort may be found for the believer? A. A heart that need not have trouble or fear. One that can rely on God in troubled times and that can glorify His name. Proofs. John 14:27, Psalm 46:1, Psalm 50:15 (2) Q. What message does scriptures give to tho
Who has all answers? The faithful answer is that I just don't know? Free Will and The Light All pilgrims suffer daily Worship God anyway Not a twisted king Absolute power hungry Micro managing Free will is our choice Humans, angels, and demons Creatures and nature Yes, troubles will come Not all use free will for good Lasting negatives World variables There are good things and bad War: light and darkness Troubles since the Fall Freely, wilfully humans sin Treking east of Eden It's not all judgement Who sinned, man or parents? Born blind for His work Tool of redemption Not suffering judgement Jesus eye opener Light of the world Miraculously heals a man. Was blind, but now I see. Who has all answers? The faithful answer is that Only He surely does *** This poem is based on the following article that I wrote: I don't have all the answers. In fact, the truly faithful answer to some questions is "I just don't know," and that is the faithful answer.
"If there is anyone who should be opposed to strife and bloodshed it is the man that names the name of Christ. Spurgeon considered the spirit of war to be absolutely foreign to the spirit of Christianity…. Modern conservative, fundamentalist, and evangelical Christians, all of whom might claim him as one of their own, have much to learn from Spurgeon, not only for his example of an uncompromising and successful Christian minister, but also for his consistent opposition to war and Christian war fever." - Laurence M. Vance “We are up to the hilt advocates for peace, and we earnestly war against war. I wish that Christian men would insist more and more on the unrighteousness of war, believing that Christianity means no sword, no cannon, no bloodshed, and that, if a nation is driven to fight in its own defence, Christianity stands by to weep and to intervene as soon as possible, and not to join in the cruel shouts which celebrate an enemy’s slaughter. . . . Today, then, my bret
As I look out the window... At a glance the phrase "What a miserable day" would be normality. Grey sky, grey buildings, dirty old cars. But, then if one looks closer it is so different. In the midst of grey and dirt is beauty. In the distance trees that have lost leaves blow gently in the wind. Then there are pine trees and bushes full of a huge variety of different greens, all thriving on the rainy weather. As they find nourishment so does my pen. Closer I see someone has hung purple and pink flowers by their front door. How do they thrive at this time of year? Are they real? I question myself. Standing close by a weather beaten shed is consumed by vines and greenery. Nature sometimes takes over where man has been. Much closer to the window is a hedge and then a ramp. The fence on the ramp is covered in yellow flowers. Yellow is my favourite colour. So bright, so vibrant. If we look hard enough we can see beauty, if we just allow ourselves. As I look out the window. Wh
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