Friday, December 25, 2015

Longfellow On Christmas

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace of earth, good will to men.

Till ringing, singing on  its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men

And in despair I bowed my head
"there is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men."

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Heaven Is The Face

For children, Christmas is a season of great expectation.   Do you get the same feeling about the day you'll lay eyes on the new heaven and the new earth?    Think about it - it's almost too good to be true, yet, like Christmas morning, it will happen.  Imagine children coming down the stairs and seeing a tree and lights and gifts and smelling warm aromas and thinking, "this is the best day of the year!"  Christmas makes our hearts ache and yearn, and the world to come should capture us in the same way.  I want it to come so badly.  I wish it would get here soon.  I know that everything I've ever wanted is there.  Maranatha!

Wednesday, December 9, 2015


Jesus . . . 
They say You walked upon the water once
When you lived as all men do
Please teach me how to walk the way You did
Because I want to walk with You 
Jesus . . . 
They say you taught a lame man how to dance
When he had never stood without a crutch
Well, here am I Lord, holding out my withered hands
And I'm just waiting to be touched 
Write me into Your story
Whisper it to me
And let me know I'm Yours 

Jesus . . . 
They say You spoke and calmed an angry wave
That was tossed across a stormy sea
Please teach me how to listen, how to obey
'Cause there's a storm inside of me 
Write me into Your story
Whisper it to me
And let me know I'm Yours 

Jesus . . . 
They drove the cold nails through Your tired hands
And rolled a stone to seal Your grave
Feels like the devil's rolled a stone onto my heart
Can You roll that stone away?

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

The God Man

"Every human father begets a son or daughter with his sin nature.  We may not understand completely how this works, but this is the way of the world after the Fall.  Sinners beget sinners (Psalm 51:5).  Always.  So if Joseph was the real father of Jesus, or Mary had been sleeping around with Larry, Jesus is not spotless, innocent, and not perfectly holy.  And as a result, we have no mediator, no imputation of Christ's righteousness (because He has no righteousness to impute to us), and no salvation."  ~ Kevin DeYoung, The Good News We Almost Forgot.

But He is everything Scripture says He is, and He has opened up the way to save forever, completely, and to the uttermost those who draw near to God through Him (Heb 7:25).

He is the One Mediator between God and man, CHRIST JESUS! (1 Timothy 2:5).