tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116408182012-01-18T02:00:22.399ZFinally brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable--if there is any moral excellence and if there is any praise--dwell on these things. Do what you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, and the God of peace will be with you. (Phi 4:8-9 HCSB)Seymour Jacklinhttps://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111noreply@blogger.comBlogger1241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11640818.post-37516733301114137372012-01-18T01:57:00.001Z2012-01-18T02:00:22.411Z

"Anybody with leisure can do that who is willing to begin where everything ought to be begun--that is, at the beginning. Nothing worth calling good can or ever will be started full grown. The essential of any good is life, and the very body of created life, and essential to it, being its self operant, is growth. The larger start you make, the less room you leave for life to extend itself. You

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The ruin of a man's teaching comes of his followers, such as having never touched the foundation he has laid, build upon it wood, hay, and stubble, fit only to be burnt. Therefore, if only to avoid his worst foes, his admirers, a man should avoid system. The more correct a system the worse will it be misunderstood; its professed admirers will take both its errors and their misconceptions of its

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... but in how many a family, the members of which are far from despising each other, does it not seem judged unnecessary to cultivate courtesy! Surely this could not be if a tender conscience of the persons and spiritual rights of others were not wanting. If there be any real significance in politeness, if it be not a mere empty and therefore altogether hypocritical congeries of customs, it

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Let us first ask what is the use of this body of ours. It is the means of Revelation to us, the camera in which God's eternal shows are set forth. It is by the body that we come into contact with Nature, with our fellow-men, with all their revelations of God to us. It is through the body that we receive all the lessons of passion, of suffering, of love, of beauty, of science. It is through the

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When pure eyes meet yours, it is I who smile at you through the flesh. But on the other hand I know of nothing sadder than lifeless eyes in the face of a child. The windows are open but the house is empty. Two eyes are there but there is no light. And, saddened, I stand at the door, and wait in the cold and knock.I am eager to get in. And he, the child, is alone. He fattens, he hardens, he dries

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Thousands that are capable of great sacrifices are yet not capable of the little ones which are all that are required of them. God seems to take pleasure in working by degrees; the progress of the truth is as the permeation of leaven, or the growth of a seed: a multitude of successive small sacrifices may work more good in the world than many a large one. What would even our Lord's death on the

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"Only through obedience do we know "the fullest life" now; and only through the fullest life are we made sure of eternal life for us and for all men. He that does not actively love God, has no assurance of God's love for him. Both the Christian and the non-Christian, all, are destined for eternal life with God. But there is a basic difference: the Christian knows it. By staking his life on an

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(From: The Pilgrim's Progress)

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... so it is that through Jesus alone "the true light that enlightens every man was coming into the world ... to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God" (Jn. 1:9, 12). ... Again the Christian can give no objective reason for why this is so. Otherwise, he would cease worshipping his Lord and begin trusting in the "reason" or the proof or the

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Black is the colour of my true love's hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes I wish that day would soon come When he and I can be as one I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I never sleep I write him letters just a few short

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What the natural man considers horrible -- when he has in this wise enumerated everything and knows nothing more he can mention, this for the Christian is like a jest. Such is the relation between the natural man and the Christian; it is like the relation between a child and a man: what the child shudders at, the man regards as nothing. The child does not know what the dreadful is; this the man

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When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity that lies before and after it, when I consider the little space I fill and I see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I am ignorant, and which know me not, I rest frightened, and astonished, for there is no reason why I should be here rather than there. Why now rather than then? Who has put me here? By

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There is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God himself is found. The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompassed, great and small, In peace and order move. The moon above, the

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If the Lord said very little about animals, could he have done more for them than tell men that his father cared for them? He has thereby wakened and is wakening in the hearts of men a seed his father planted. It grows but slowly, yet has already borne a little precious fruit. His loving friend St Francis has helped him, and many others have tried, and are now trying to help him: whoever sows the

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It may be my reader will desire me to say how the Lord will deliver him from his sins. That is like the lawyer's 'Who is my neighbour?' The spirit of such a mode of receiving the offer of the Lord's deliverance, is the root of all the horrors of a corrupt theology, so acceptable to those who love weak and beggarly hornbooks of religion. Such questions spring from the passion for the fruit of the

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Therewith he rose to encounter that which was on its way to meet him. He is a fool who stands and lets life move past him like a panorama. He also is a fool who would lay hands on its motion, and change its pictures. He can but distort and injure, if he does not ruin them, and come upon awful shadows behind them. And lo! as he glanced around him, already something of the old mysterious

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The next hour, the next moment, is as much beyond our grasp and as much in God's care, as that a hundred years away. Care for the next minute is just as foolish as care for the morrow, or for a day in the next thousand years-in neither can we do anything, in both God is doing everything. Those claims only of the morrow which have to be prepared today are of the duty of today: the moment

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Till I learned to love Thy name, Lord, Thy grace denying, I was lost in sin and shame, Dying, dying, dying! This is now my constant theme, This is now my story; Jesus’ blood avails for me— Glory! Glory! Glory! Peace the world could not impart, Dark and drear the morrow; In my sad and weary heart, Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow! This is now my constant theme, This is now my story; Jesus’ blood avails

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He seeks out the wisdom of all the ancients, And is concerned with prophecies; He preserves the sayings of the famous And penetrates the subtleties of parables; He seeks out the hidden meanings of proverbs And is at home with the obscurities of parables. He serves among the great And appears before rulers; He travels in foreign lands And learns what is good and evil in the human lot. He sets his

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You seek God and He is everywhere; everything proclaims Him, everything gives Him to you. He walks by your side, is around you and within you: there He lives, and yet you seek Him. You seek your own idea of God while all the time you possess Him substantially. You seek perfection, and it is in everything that presents itself to you. Your sufferings, your actions, your attractions are the species

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The Lord cared neither for isolated truth nor for orphaned deed. It was truth in the inward parts, it was the good heart, the mother of good deeds, He cherished. ... It was good men He cared about, not notions of good things, or even good actions, save as the outcome of life, save as the bodies in which the primary live actions of love and will in the soul took shape and came forth

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Everyone has a story to tell, and, once we have heard it, it becomes impossible to demonise them ever again. Forgiveness is often simpler than it seems; it only requires that we spend sufficient time with our enemies to learn that they are the same as us. We are capable of all the good and all the evil that has ever been done, and this recognition is the beginning of grace. Once we know it, we

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We hide from destiny as if it were our enemy, rather than one of the most valuable discoveries we are ever likely to make. In so doing, we squander the gift of life and treat it with less respect than it deserves. The worst mistake is to take that which is sacred and disregard it as something trivial. It is to transgress against ourselves, and forget what is important about being alive. (Sacred

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My brother according to the flesh is my first neighbour, that we may be very nigh to each other, whether we will or no, while our hearts are tender, and so may learn brotherhood. For our love to each other is but the throbbing of the heart of the great brotherhood, and could come only from the eternal Father, not from our parents. Then my second neighbour appears, and who is he? Whom I come in

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... that what is with the treasure must fare as the treasure; that the heart which haunts the treasure-house where the moth and rust corrupt, will be exposed to the same ravages as the treasure, will itself be rusted and moth-eaten. Many a man, many a woman, fair and flourishing to see, is going about with a rusty moth-eaten heart within that form of strength or beauty. "But this is only a figure

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The aspiring child is often checked by the dull disciple who has learned his lessons so imperfectly that he has never got beyond his school-books. Full of fragmentary rules, he has perceived the principle of none of them. The child draws near to him with some outburst of unusual feeling, some scintillation of a lively hope, some wide-reaching imagination that draws into the circle of religious

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Let all things now living a song of thanksgivingTo God the creator triumphantly raise.Who fashioned and made us, protected and stayed us,Who still guides us on to the end of our days.God’s banners are o’er us, His light goes before us,A pillar of fire shining forth in the night.Till shadows have vanished and darkness is banishedAs forward we travel from light into light.

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O, all you who thirst, learn that you have not far to go to find the fountain of living waters; it flows quite close to you in the present moment; therefore hasten to find it. Why, with the fountain so near, do you tire yourselves with running about after every little rill? These only increase your thirst

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Upon a gloomy night,With all my cares to loving ardours flushed,(O venture of delight!)With nobody in sightI went abroad when all my house was hushed. In safety, in disguise,In darkness up the secret stair I crept,(O happy enterprise)Concealed from other eyesWhen all my house at length in silence slept. Upon that lucky nightIn secrecy, inscrutable to sight,I went without discerningAnd with

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That which is sent us at the present moment is the most useful because it is intended especially for us.We can only be well instructed by the words which God utters expressly for us. No one becomes learned in the science of God either by the reading of books, or by the inquisitive investigation of history. The science that is acquired by such means is vain and confused, producing much pride. That

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Oh God, I have tasted thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need for further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, I want to want Thee; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me Thy glory, I pray Thee, so that I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of

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Those who are enlightened by faith judge things in a very different way from those who have only their senses to guide them and ignore the inestimable treasures they conceal. He who knows the king in disguise treats him very differently than another who, judging by appearances alone, fails to recognize his royalty and treats him as a commoner. In the same way the soul that recognizes the will of

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In sacred art, performance is not a means of ego gratification but an offering to the Divine. What is offered is everyone's attention, and yet everyone is elevated in this sacred alchemy and feels a change of consciousness through this quality of performance and attention offered.(Living Presence)

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The pathway is brokenAnd The signs are unclearAnd I don't know the reasonwhy You brought me hereBut just because You love me the way that You doI'm gonna walk through the valleyIf You want me toCause I'm not who I wasWhen I took my first stepAnd I'm clinging to the promiseYou're not through with me yetso if all of these trials bring me closer to youThen I will go through the fireIf You want me to

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Move out or grow in any dimension and pain as well as joy will be your reward. A full life will be full of pain. But the only alternative is not to live fully or not to live at all.(The Road Less Travelled)

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Men (and women) are God's method. The Church is looking for better methods; God is looking for better men (and women).(inclusivised by editor)

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If some Christians that have been complainng of their ministers had said and acted less before men and had applied themselves with all their might to cry to God for their ministers - had, as it were, risen and stormed heaven with their humble, fervent and incessant prayers for them - they would have been much more in the way of success.

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Contemplation means living what we read, not wasting any of it or hoarding any of it, but using it up in living ... There is no word of God that God does not intend to be lived by us. All words are capable of being incarnated, because all words originate in the Word made flesh.(Eat This Book)

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Before Christianity became a doctrine, when it was only one or two affirmations expressed in one's life, God was closer. And with every increase and embellishment of doctrine, with every increase of "success," God was distanced.

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Submit to a daily practiceYour loyalty to that is like a ring on the door.Keep knocking and the joy insidewill eventually open a windowand look out to see who is there.(The Essential Rumi, Tr. Coleman Barks)

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You cannot live on an initial faith - that is what Peter seems to have been trying to do. He started off with great faith and then instead of going on with faith he tries to live on it. You cannot live on an initial faith. Do not try to live on your conversion. You will be done before you know where you are. You cannot live on one climactic experience, you must keep looking to Him every day. "We

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Each new discovery, even every new theory, is held at first to have the most wide-reaching theological and philosophical consequences. It is seized by unbelievers as the basis for a new attack on Christianity; it is often, and more embarrassingly, seized by injudicious believers as the basis for a new defence.(The World's Last Night and Other Essays)

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The designs of God, the good pleasure of God, the will of God, the operation of God and the gift of His grace are all one and the same thing in the spiritual life. It is God working in the soul to make it like unto Himself. Perfection is neither more nor less than the faithful co-operation of the soul with this work of God, and is begun, grows, and is consummated in the soul unperceived and in

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The one who loves accomplishes nothing; he only brings forth the love that is already there. The lover works quietly and earnestly, and yet it is the powers of the eternal, not the strength of his love, which are set in motion. The humility in love is the secret of its power.(Works of Love)

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This hidden life of love is knowable by its fruits. Yes, in love there is a need to be recognizable by its fruits. How beautiful it is – that which marks the deepest poverty also signifies the greatest riches! Need to have need and to be needy – how reluctantly we wish this to be said of us! Yet we pay the highest compliment when we say of a poet, “It is a need for him to write.” Alas, even the

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... we find that these powers of the soul show themselves in every one of us more or less. For instance, we would never think of judging a boy or a girl by the same standard of judgement we would pass on them when they are mature, because a boy or a girl is not in full grip of a character; but when once a soul is matured, the character which is manifested meets with severe judgement. There is

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Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, wither thou goest.(Ecclesiastes 9:10 KJV)

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... at least it is with heroes and God-inspired men that I, for my part, would far rather converse, in what dialect soever they speak! Great, ever fruitful; profitable for reproof, for encouragement, for building up in manful purposes and works, are the words of those that in their day were men. I will advise serious persons, interested in England past or present, to try if they can read a little

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Desiring to justify himself and to show that Jesus' reply was far from conclusive, the lawyer asks, "And who is my neighbour?" The lawyer was now taking up the cudgels of debate that might have turned the conversation into an abstract theological discussion. But Jesus, determined not to be caught in the "paralysis of analysis," pulls the question from mid air and places it on a dangerous curve

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As poor Tom fed his last crust to the trembling birds,as by reeds and cold pools John Clare blest these thin musicians,let the ants teach me again with these long lines of words,my business and my duty, the lesson you taught your sons,to write of the light's bounty on familiar thingsthat stand on the verge of translating themselves into news.(The Bounty 1997)

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The only life I have left to live is my future life. The past is not in my hands to offer or alter. It is gone. Not even God will change the past. All the expectations of God are future expectations. All the possibilities of faith and love are future possibilities. And all the power that touches me with help to live in love is future power. As precious as the bygone blessings of God may be, if he

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Now the ministry of the Spirit has been entrusted to us. The word may be in letter or in power (1 Cor 4:20). We must be in the place of edifying the Church. Law is not liberty, but if there is a move of God within you, God has written his laws in your heart so that you may delight in him. God desires to set forth in us a perfect blending of his life and our life so that we may have abounding

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I shall never forget the time when it sank into my heart that because Jesus is the same today as he was yesterday, and because his heart is still suffering today, he is waiting for us to make him happy and to refresh him, yes – as the scriptures say – to be comforters for him (Ps. 69:20). Since that time my first concern has been Jesus Himself and not my ministry for him, although I have

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"Self-examination can bring a man to beautiful decisions, not to their fulfillment." (If Prison Walls Could Speak)

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Dear Sweet-lighters,Well, at least two years since my last and aparrently final post, here I am again, climbing back onto the horse and getting this blog underway again because it seems now I am entering a different season. What has happened?From my last post it would be fair to assume that I have gone back on my resolution however I feel as I pick this up again it is in the light of more growth

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Dear Sweet-Lighters,Thank you very much for all your supportive comments and encouraging emails in response to my last post - especially to mention Benson, Jan, Matt, Poetpete, Hils and Rick Creech. Thank you also to those who have got in touch with me offline or dropped an email or given me an encouragement face to face, especially: Dan (who gave me his address), (Dr) Hils (who came for a chat

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Dear Citizens of The Wired World,Last Sunday evening I preached on the value of prophetic acts of protest that witness to the reality of the Kingdom of God. Allowing myself to be searched on the issue over the last few days has lead me to make a decision that I am now in haste to carry out.I pointed out then, and I stress again, that prophetic acts do not have to be moral statements. In other

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We go along on our own; what we do, what we decide, is all "from the Lord," and there is no need to think about it. And I am expected to subject my mind to a lot of human precepts. But that I will not do! When I see ungenuineness among Christians, when I see things being done in a self willed way, I say that this is not the Holy Spirit, it is man's spirit. It is not God's face, but man's face.

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Most prayers and religious testimonies I hear could benefit from being cut short at both ends and set on fire in the middle.

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Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,Guilty of dust and sin.But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slackFrom my first entrance in,Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioningIf I lack'd anything."A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";Love said, "You shall be he.""I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,I cannot look on thee."Love took my hand and smiling did reply,"Who made the eyes but I?

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None of us knows when God will call us from this world. But we ought to seriously consider that it could happen at any time. This should increase our sense of urgency, so that we make use of every hour.

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It is one of the ironies of the ministry that the very man who works in God's name is often the hardest put to find time for God. The parents of Jesus lost him at church, and they were not the last ones to lose him there.

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Times may come when God hides His face and our hearts are burdened and heavy sometimes without our guilt, but more often because of our guilt.From our point of view such times are usually times of testing. I would also call them times of judgment. But here again even to mention judgment is a blunder, because it makes people think of eternal damnation. A tremendous error has crept in here: people

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But my greatest longing, the aching that fills my whole life, is for true and mighty manifestations of God's nature that cannot be confused with what is human and earthly. I think I would give up if I could not live in this longing, for I am all too conscious of the deception in the world. The noblest and most devout individuals or groups will lose the way if they continue for long to rely on

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To clasp one’s hands in prayer is the beginning of an uprising against the disorder of the world.

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You know, we’ve got about fifty different churches in Dallas and they are all the “fastest growing church”. … Isn’t that crazy? You know what I tell them? I say, “I’ve got a friend called Jesus and he had the fastest … what … shrinking Church. He preached to five thousand, then to four thousand, then down to five hundred, and then he had eleven.” “Will you also go away?” He said.

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If thou writest to me, thy letter doth not please me, unless I read there Jesus. If thou converse, thy discourse is not sweet, without the name of Jesus. The blessed restorer of all, of more than all that Adam lost; for we have gotten more by his regenerating grace than we lost by Adam’s degenerating sin.(Quoted in “Semper Idem; or, the Immutable Mercy of Jesus Christ” by Thomas Adams)

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As men have a thousand ways to develop their selfishness, so God has a thousand ways to head them back in their schemes and suggest forcibly to their minds that "this their way is their folly." In all such cases men ought to regard themselves as taken in the net of God's providence. God meets them in the narrow way of their selfishness, to talk with them about the vanity and folly of their course.

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LOUD mockers in the roaring street Say Christ is crucified again: Twice pierced His gospel-bearing feet, Twice broken His great heart in vain. I hear, and to myself I smile, For Christ talks with me all the while. No angel now to roll the stone From off His unawaking sleep, In vain shall Mary watch alone, In vain the soldiers vigil keep. Yet while they deem my Lord is

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There was no fire and no light in the room, but it appeared to me as if it was perfectly light. As I went in and shut the door, it seemed like I met the Lord Jesus Christ face to face. It seemed to me that I saw Him as I would see any other man. He said nothing, but looked at me in a way that broke me right down at his feet. I poured out my soul to Him. I wept aloud like a child, and made

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Our technological civilization has cushioned life on all sides, yet more than ever before, people helplessly succumb to the blows of life. This is very simply because a merely technological culture cannot give any help in the face of life’s eternal tragedy; here only an inward foundation can help. Externalized as they are, too many people today have no ideas, no strength, nothing that might

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Let every portion be read over at least three times. The great poison of our conversation with divine things is superficiality. When we read anything and understand it somewhat, we think that this is enough. No, we must give it time so that it may make an impression and exercise its influence on us.Read every portion the first time with consideration, to understand the good that is in it, and

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Ignorance of God and of ourselves is the great principle and cause of all our disquietments; and, this ariseth mostly not from want of light and instruction, but for want of consideration and application.

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Devotion to a Church, to opinions, to an organisation, to orthodoxy - these are paltry, misleading and vain when they become the source of inspiration, the animus of a call.

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Entertainment is the devil's substitute for Joy, the less joy of the Lord you have the more entertainment you need.

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It may well be that with great decisions others will marvel at you. All the same, you miss the one thing that is needful. You may be honored in this life, remembered by monuments set up in your honor, but God will say to you: “You unhappy person. Why did you not choose the better path? Confess your weakness and face it.” Perhaps just in this weakness God will meet you and come to your aid. This

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The moment you wake up each morning, all your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists in shoving it all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other, larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.

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The place and power of prayer in the Christian life is too little understood. As long as we view prayer simply as the means of maintaining our own Christian lives, we will not fully understand what it is really supposed to be. But when we learn to regard it as the highest part of the work entrusted to us—the root and strength of all other work—we will see that there is nothing we need to study

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If our common life is not a common course of humility, self-denial, renunciation of the world, poverty of spirit, and heavenly affection, we do not live the lives of Christians.(From: A Serious Call to a Devout and Holy Life)

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Eberhard disliked fretters and long-term planners. “Worry is just another form of materialism,” he would say. Sannerz was for people of the spirit, not managers and accountants. When finances were especially tight, Heiner heard him say, “The money is there; we just haven’t got it yet.” ...... Furious, his critics called a meeting to take place the same night. As the session began, accusations

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Our knees, then, must bow to Him who thus walks in the midst of the golden candlesticks. Back we must go until the glorious Lord stands among us in all the majesty of His Holy Person, and until the Church, which is His by gift of the Father and by His own purchase, comes under His complete control. For too long our remiss ways have shut the gates against the heavenly breathing of His Holy Spirit.

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No man has ever yet desired to pray without ceasing, asked for that grace earnestly, and done everything suggested by God for its bestowal, without having obtained it. To suppose such a thing would be manifest absurdity. For who is it who gives you the desire? God, of course. Does He give it you in order that it may stay unfulfilled? That is impossible. He implants within you a desire for

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However important it may be to have a creed that is sound, or an emotion that is warm, the Christian life according to the Gospels is primarily determined by the direction of the will, the fixing of the desire, the habit of obedience, the faculty of decision. If you are determined in your purpose, if you have the will to do the Will, then with half a creed and less than half a pious ecstasy, you

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Worrying always results in sin. We tend to think that a little anxiety and worry are simply an indication of how wise we really are, yet it is actually a much better indication of just how wicked we are. Fretting rises from our determination to have our own way. Our Lord never worried and was never anxious, because His purpose was never to accomplish His own plans but to fulfil God’s plans.

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It may be that for long you have had upon your mind some impression of duty; but you have held back, because you could not see what the next step would be. Hesitate no longer! Step out upon what seems to be the impalpable mist; you will find a slab of adamant beneath your feet; and, every time you put your foot forward, you will find that God has prepared a stepping stone, and the next, and the

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We are studying the life of a man of like passions with ourselves weak where we are weak, failing where we would fail, but who stood single-handed against his people, and stemmed the tide of idolatry and sin, and turned a nation back to God. And he did it by the use of resources which are within reach of us all. This is the fascination of the story. Prove to us that he acted by the spell of some

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Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons’ difference; as, the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter’s wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say

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My eyes are dryMy faith is oldMy heart is hardMy prayers are coldAnd I know how I ought to beAlive to you and dead to meBut what can be doneFor an old heart like mineSoften it upWith oil and wineThe oil is you, your spirit of lovePlease wash me anewWith the wine of your blood

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Dear brothers and sisters, I want you to fight for the triumph of righteousness and love, that is for the triumph of Christ on earth; but remember that it is always easier to fight for a principle than to live up to it. Don't choose the easy way, but the way of the Cross. Don't remain yourselves unrighteous and lacking in sweetness while you are fighting for righteousness. Clothe yourselves with

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This is how things are, my friends. A darkness has come over Christianity in regard to this very matter of renewal. We are so easily contented and so quickly satisfied with a Christianity that makes us only a little more decent. That is all people want. And yet if one takes a look at it one must say, “This cannot be all.” Not just a little taste of something new, but all things new, in yourselves

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What a difference grace makes! There were few people perhaps, more passionately fond of travelling, and seeing fresh places, and new scenes, than myself; but now, since, by the grace of God, I have seen beauty in the Lord Jesus, I have lost my taste for these things... What a different thing, also, to travel in the service of the Lord Jesus, from what it is to travel in the service of the flesh!(

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The man who thinks and reasons about truth, shows by this that he does not possess it. Whoever has met King Truth, and has known his ardent kiss, does not seek the truth any longer, does not speak the truth, but is its very embodiment.(From Sermons In Solitary Confinement)

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The thing that cowardice fears most is decision; for decision always scatters the mists, at least for a moment. Cowardice thus hides behind the thought it likes best of all: the crutch of time. Cowardice and time always find a reason for not hurrying, for saying, “Not today, but tomorrow”, whereas God in heaven and the eternal say: “Do it today. Now is the day of salvation.” The eternal refrain

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Imagine this: Ministers casting off ties and suits and rolling up their starched sleeves. Church matriarchs replacing designer hats and shoes with sneakers and sweatbands. Gold-plated doors flung open and congregations spilling into the brilliant sunlight. Dust particles sinking silently to rest in the shadows of abandoned churches. Warblers flitting through bursting spring leaves of a sugar

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In Him all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge are hidden. I am saying this so that no one will deceive you with persuasive arguments. For I may be absent in body, but I am with you in spirit, rejoicing to see your good order and the strength of your faith in Christ. Therefore as you have received Christ Jesus the Lord, walk in Him, rooted and built up in Him and established in the faith, just

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Now think of God’s Word. When you read it in a scholarly way, with a dictionary or a commentary, then you are not reading God’s Word. Remember what the lover said, “This is not reading the letter from the beloved.” If you happen to be a scholar, then please see to it that even with all your learned reading you do not forget to read God’s Word. If you are not a scholar, rejoice! Be glad that you

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