Kinglish
Preacher: "Some of you are 'wonton!' You're like a 'whited sepulcher!' You may come to church on Sunday, bow your head and say your prayers Wednesday, but where are you 'wont to haunt' every other day?
Preacher: "Some of you are 'wonton!' You're like a 'whited sepulcher!' You may come to church on Sunday, bow your head and say your prayers Wednesday, but where are you 'wont to haunt' every other day?
(Written on a mangy piece of paper that on the flipside contained this alliteration, "The Preeminent Prince of Peace powerfully pursues His people providentially producing proper positional predestined pleasantness." Circa 2013) Lay down the ancient foundation, Jesus Christ the Elect. That precious Stone. Behold His glory! Rejected by the builders, laid bare, scorned, crushed. They
The smell of black gold and open air is a thing in common with over there. I have here a gem for heaven I'll bring into that city fair! In streets of clear gold, I'll have black, brought from here without looking back. All enjoyed to the glory of God- what I'd enjoy is gold
The flesh just won't go away; it feels so close when at bay. With a bubble and pop my flesh just hiccups and my heart guiltily throbs away.
Revelation is God's condescension to have face-to-face friendship with His image bearers. It's an act of divine fellowship, and as the creature readily receives it it's an act of worship. But now sin disturbed this. So God's revelatory acts have a dual purpose: on the one hand, wrath, on the other, rescue, epitomized in two
Let's get down to the heart of the issue.
"At least look good before you die," says the world to its kinsmen. "We have here no lasting kingdom."
Has the hour passed by unyielding, when you could have closed with Christ?
Who were the Puritans? They were heavenly minded, and thus, earthly good.
When it comes to the last letter of Scripture all would agree that it has these features: