The Mystery
That I should carry, The Messiah; the One who had created me, Was more, Than I could fathom or assimilate.
That I should carry, The Messiah; the One who had created me, Was more, Than I could fathom or assimilate.
The pattern will be broken. God will save all of His people.
In order to do eschatology we need to do protology, the study of last things is parallel to and rooted in the first things
Our first poem for this Christmas season talks about the 400 years of silence before Christ's birth.
Adam is a dead end with so much going for him at first and a host of potential fulfillments along the course of redemption history, but therein lies the mystery.
The Pantoum of Love
We have an ill will in all things moral, voluntary yes, vile yes- “voluntile”, so in salvation we do truly slash must be “voluntold” to come.
Dead in sin: Led Zeppelin Alive again: Then Shai Linne Worshipping evil: Becoming my idol Conforming to His will: Reading my Bible Of the world: In love with the world In the world: Not of the world Pollution's side: Open wide Crucified: Old man died Without sight: Women objectified With new sight: Women are sanctified Unregenerate: Life of emptiness Regenerate: Life of heavenliness Then: Thought
But above all the greatness of how offensive this thing is, is when we see who the offended One is.
The Holy Spirit is a holiness producing Person, not it, and that from creation one to two He exalts Christ, the congruent, coherent whole of the whole of Scripture, His special God-breathed literature