ENDURANCE OF THE SAINTS: We must and will finish the race, upheld by a preserving grace.
As when God spoke, worlds appeared, He speaks, behold, new creatures!
(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
Has the hour passed by unyielding, when you could have closed with Christ?
With weariness of heart I cast my gaze, Soul grieved at all the want around me see;
The ancient wisdom. Salvation. You.
The Apostle John received something from the Lord Jesus that he shares with Christians in his first epistle. We are little children. John may be, in a sense, a sort of spiritual father to the church. This tenderness for the flock in his care is what he learned from God, and John shares it with the children of God.
Ten years ago I looked like Rambo, or Briggs from Lethal Weapon (no that's not a wig!). I was the masked hypocrite guilty of pornea, filled with curses, bitterness, and prayer, seeking my glory as the chief end of all things, a creature at the center of concentric rings, none with room for the King of