Another great teacher of God's Word has gone home to be with his Savior.
R. C. Sproul was one of those teachers who not only made you think. He also made you feel. I remember his series on The Holiness of God - and what a difference it made in my life in understanding the total uniqueness found only in my God and my Savior. He will be greatly missed.
I got posted online! NOTE: This is a follow-up to my blog post of December 9, 2017.
While scrolling my Facebook timeline, an article link caught my eye from one of the groups I follow. It was an article about single women and how they could enjoy the Christmas holiday. It was a good article with some great suggestions, but the nagging question I had after reading it was, "What about single men?"
Create in me a clean heart, O God,
and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from your presence,
and take not your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation,
and uphold me with a willing spirit.
(Psalm 51: 10-12 ESV)
A Facebook group I follow had an article about the stresses and troubles single women face during the holidays. It was a good article, but after reading it, I was thinking, "OK, but what about single men?"
So I wrote an article and submitted it to the group's editor. No idea when it'll appear on their website, but I'll put it on mine...
I treated my sister and niece to dinner in honor of my sister's birthday last evening.
It was my sister's choice, and we all looked forward to a nice time, a good meal, and celebrating her day.
It wasn't long before we were all remarking about our experience.
Every week as I drove to the First Church of Panera, I kept noticing a billboard for the funeral home and it's reminder that now is the time to start making "final arrangements".
I don't wanna hear anymore, teach me to listen
I don't wanna see anymore, give me a vision
That you could move this heart, to be set apart
I don't need to recognize, the man in the mirror
And I don't wanna trade Your plan, for something familiar
I can't waste a day, I can't stay the same
I wanna be different
I wanna be changed
'Til all of me is gone
And all that remains
Is a fire so bright
The whole world can see
That there's something different
So come and be different
Eighteen people were too close to a tower which collapsed and killed them. (Luke 13:4)
All I had to do was to ask the recruiter one question.
He showed up shortly after I placed the bird feeder on my library window. I figured since I would be spending a lot more time in my home office, I might as well have a little visual enjoyment. It took a little while for the birds to find it and figure out there was food to enjoy, but once there was one, more arrived.
And one morning I noticed one of the red-headed finches seemed to have an injured eye. It would turn its good eye toward the food before selecting a seed to eat and rather than perch on the feeder's edge, this little bird would sit in the food.
Then during the summer I didn't see him. For awhile I figured he had died from the injury. Survival of the fittest and all that.
But yesterday he was once again sitting in the seed, enjoying the quiet and having all the seeds to himself.
I called him "Scrappy" - because in his short life I'm guessing he's faced more than his share of difficulties.
Half of his world is always hidden, so he's never sure what he's going to have to face. Other birds pick at him and chase him off - and he leaves. Then he returns to the feeder when the gang has moved on to munch somewhere else.
I hope it comes back often. It reminds me that no matter how much crap life throws at me, I can still keep going - even if no one else wants me around.
There are days when I go running so far ahead of God that I think I know what's best for me.
I am so very wrong.
He knows so much better than I.
New books. New ideas. For the first time in my life I began to understand that this "hidden" world was amazing, and it also revealed to me so much that I had been seeking for as long as I could remember.
We often look forward with anxiety to the time of old age, forgetting that at evening time it shall be light. To many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives. A warmer breeze fans the sailor's face as he nears the shore of immortality; fewer waves ruffle his sea; quiet reigns, deep, still and solemn. From the altar of age the flashes of the fire of youth are gone, but the deepening flame of sincere feeling remains. The pilgrims have reached the promised land, the happy country, whose days are as the days of heaven upon earth. Angels visit it, celestial gales blow over it, flowers of paradise grow in it, and the air is filled with heavenly music. Some live here for years, and others arrive only a few hours before their departure, but it is an Eden on earth.
- from “Morning and Evening,” written by C.H. Spurgeon, revised and updated by Alistair Begg. Copyright © 2003, Good News Publishers and used by Truth For Life with written permission.
When I finally got a chance to visit Walt Disney World in the early 1990's, EPCOT was just over a decade old. It was a beautiful place to enter - the serene music, the park-like surroundings, the amazing fountain, the various pavilions and their vision of the future - and then the walk toward the international pavilions and the cultures they presented - so wonderful.
And just like a snap of the fingers, the place is thirty-five years old!
And by far the most memorable thing about EPCOT for me was not just finding authentic fish and chips at the British pavilion, but the fireworks show called "Illuminations".
WDW added a short commemoration of EPCOT's 35th Anniversary to the fireworks show. I wish I had been there, but the video is the next best thing...
Each day brings the same challenge: shall I choose to go my own way or will I choose to go the way the Lord directs? Each has its own direction along with its own outcome.
For devotions, I use the YouVersion application on my cell phone. I usually open it and read the selected devotional reading provided for the given day. The other day, the scripture provided was Isaiah 6:3:
"And one cried to another and said
'Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts;
The whole earth is full of His glory.' "