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You've heard the phrase "in the world, but not of the world." How do we associate with unbelievers, without being molded by their perspective on life, and losing our zeal and spiritual fervor?
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God? Who Needs Him?May 31, 2013
Self-sufficient humanism. Paul saw it coming – “lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God.”
Imago Dei
September 12, 2012
So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
Why Can't I Pray?
August 18, 2012
The bible gives us several reasons, but according to Jeremy Taylor, a deceitful heart is at the root of prayerlessness.
It's Not Rocket Science
July 23, 2012
To keep in step with the Spirit should be our daily quest. And if we are successful at that, all of life falls into place.
Theological Steak
April 10, 2012
These words by P. T. Forsythe on the magnificence of Christ's work are to theology what Ruth's Chris is to a good steak.
Describing the Indescribable
February 11, 2012
What we have in Christ will take all eternity to describe. But for one segment of one sermon, a great preacher made a mighty attempt.
Making Sense Of It All
January 30, 2012
Where are things headed? Is there rhyme and reason to the endless cycle of summer, fall, winter and spring? Is there a plan in place, or is randomness the explanation?
The Company We Keep
October 10, 2008
A companion of fools suffers harm. Proverbs 13:20
Henry Martyn went to India as a missionary in the first part of the 19th century, and we have available to us much of his wonderful journaling. In a letter dated January 10, 1809, he bemoans his present spiritual condition, and sets the blame squarely on the company he has been keeping of late:
"Your letter....found me in much the same spiritual state as you describe yourself to be in; though your description, no doubt, belongs more properly to me. I no longer hesitate to ascribe my stupor and formality to its right cause - my unwatchfulness in worldly company.
I thought that any temptation arising from the society of the people of the world, at least of such as we have had, was not worthy of notice; but I find myself mistaken. The frequent occasions of being among them of late, have proved a snare to my corrupt heart.
Instead of returning with a more elastic spring to severe duties, as I expected, my heart wants more idleness, more dissipation. David Brainerd in the wilderness - what a contrast to Henry Martyn!
But God be thanked, that a start now and then interrupts the slumber. I hope to be up, and about my Master's business; to cast off the works of darkness, and to be spiritually-minded, which alone is life and peace.
But what a dangerous country it is that we are in; hot weather or cold, all is softness and luxury; all a conspiracy to lull us to sleep in the lap of pleasure. While we pass over this enchanted ground, call, brother, whenever you can and ask, "Is all well?" We are as shepherds keeping watch over our flocks by night; if we fall asleep, what is to become of them!"
Henry Martyn went to India as a missionary in the first part of the 19th century, and we have available to us much of his wonderful journaling. In a letter dated January 10, 1809, he bemoans his present spiritual condition, and sets the blame squarely on the company he has been keeping of late:
"Your letter....found me in much the same spiritual state as you describe yourself to be in; though your description, no doubt, belongs more properly to me. I no longer hesitate to ascribe my stupor and formality to its right cause - my unwatchfulness in worldly company.
I thought that any temptation arising from the society of the people of the world, at least of such as we have had, was not worthy of notice; but I find myself mistaken. The frequent occasions of being among them of late, have proved a snare to my corrupt heart.
Instead of returning with a more elastic spring to severe duties, as I expected, my heart wants more idleness, more dissipation. David Brainerd in the wilderness - what a contrast to Henry Martyn!
But God be thanked, that a start now and then interrupts the slumber. I hope to be up, and about my Master's business; to cast off the works of darkness, and to be spiritually-minded, which alone is life and peace.
But what a dangerous country it is that we are in; hot weather or cold, all is softness and luxury; all a conspiracy to lull us to sleep in the lap of pleasure. While we pass over this enchanted ground, call, brother, whenever you can and ask, "Is all well?" We are as shepherds keeping watch over our flocks by night; if we fall asleep, what is to become of them!"
