God has come down to men To mediate for them. He didn't break but bend. Not to tear but to mend. Down God did then descend, Up then man did ascend, In one Person and Head, Union to never end. The Word incarnate, and No, He did not pretend But grew and groaned and bled
Arminians in 1610: Here are my five points against the Dutch, five protests to what the Reformed teach and such. FIRST, this notion that you're chosen, is that supposed to keep us from boasting? I can't tolerate such caricature of God, as if He's sovereign and we're not! I could understand Him choosing us in
About 5 years ago I wrote a rhyming catechism for my children to memorize, and they have done a good job of it. For a time, though, I have been discontent with its lack of uniform meter. So, with trepidation, I put pen to paper to "reform" the old one so that it retained much
Mind, the, T! What is up with thee? We all have Total Depravity. Ever since Adam ate from the tree a scar is left in humanity. We're walking dead, a worldly course, cuz from God's life we've been divorced. We have no life, and born with guilt, obliged to pay, our blood be spilt. Though
Revelation 20 Contrary to the alpha privative (a-) prefixed to the millennialism that holds to a real millennium, Amillennialism holds to a real millennium. Those with the pre- prefixed to their millennialism immediately shout down this first statement, since the millennium envisioned in Amillennialism is not a literal millennium, and hence, is not a millennium
Time flies like an arrow to its mark, and our quiver holds one hand full. Its like yesterday we disembarked, didn't think it would speed up at all. Time seemed still for a while, still does, till pictures bring betrayals, details, blessings, the memories God gives us, us - one unit made up of ourselves.
What scene can't she capture with her pencil and art? She draws green and azure, the whole from the part. Her heart is full, like the sun, of light-beams and heat. To her wood desk they come, at her paper they meet. Wildflowers, dandelions, so real they're edible. Camomile, columbine, sweet peas with tendrils. Her
So, you're a typical human, sinner, defiled, unregenerate, son of Belial, let me tell you what you're in for, Christ is comin' again, forget world war, whether you were raised in the hood or baptized in Huggies, thinkin' you're good, living in a manse or a mansion, you're worse than you imagine. When that day
This is just psychology, staring at me stare at me, mirror full of empathy, mirror that is empty. People think some really twisted things when lack of sleep is applied to their brains, when at night they hear the memory of screams, and think they're near, invading their dreams. Real or not, it isn't likeable,
He alone can separatethe wheat from the reprobate,bring the wicked to their fate,all whose lust they aggravate. Let them grow now, let them wait,reapers will unveil the blade.They cause sin, His laws they break.Hell is what they can't escape.On that Day, the aggregateof sinners will evaporate,in a fire, a fire so great,but remain as animate.
