October 2, 2013
Today would have been my Gran’s 92nd birthday. Today was my Gran’s first truly “happy birthday.”
“[God] will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away” (Revelation 21:4).
My Gran, Lilian Ernestine Collins, born 2 October 1921, died on 19 June 2013 after several months of illness — and she is now more alive than ever. Below is the sermon i was privileged to preach at her memorial service. My Dad posted this previously on his blog. My Gran specifically wanted Psalm 24 to be the text for her memorial service.
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May 21, 2013
Today would have been the two-hundredth birthday of Robert Murray M’Cheyne (1813-1843), who was a faithful pastor in a small church in Dundee, Scotland for six years, until his early death at age 29. A life so short, and in many ways very ordinary, yet so powerfully used.
M’Cheyne is perhaps best known today for his widely used Bible reading plan, which goes through the Old Testament once every year, and the Psalms and New Testament twice (see this post for more info and suggestions). He followed this plan much of his short life, and it was from this deep well that he ministered so powerfully.
M’Cheyne left few writings behind, but he was a memorable poet. He wrote the following poem, titled “I am a debtor”, around 1837: Read the rest of this entry »
March 9, 2013
I well remember the excitement of reading The Cross of Christ when it was first published. It expanded my mind and warmed my heart like nothing I had read before or have read since, apart from the Bible.
— Vaughan Roberts
i can echo Vaughan Roberts’ endorsement above.
If you’ve never before read John Stott’s classic, theologically rich yet readable magnum opus on what Jesus’ death means, The Cross of Christ (Inter-Varsity Press, 2006), why not do so this Easter? i have now read The Cross of Christ three times, and each time it has been a fresh experience of growing in depth of understanding and devotion. i highly recommend you read it at least once, even though it is a weighty tome (both physically and in content). Read the rest of this entry »
February 16, 2013
Two posts on the blog All Things Expounded, on the subject Poets and Theologians (part 1 | part 2), tipped me off that Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892), the great nineteenth-century British “Prince of Preachers”, wrote a few poems and hymns, including a beautiful communion hymn. i love reading Spurgeon’s books and sermons, which are full of joy in Christ despite the immense hardships he faced. Spurgeon wrote the following poem, titled Immanuel (meaning, “God with us”; see Matthew 1:23), when he was 18. It appears in volume one of his Autobiography. Read the rest of this entry »
February 8, 2013
What is this now I see,
this grave monstrosity?
The sinful heart’s fecundity
gave birth to dead depravity,
set me always at enmity
against the holy Majesty.
And how would I be free
from my profanity?
Self-righteousness is vanity
and leaves me yet His enemy,
for I cannot live perfectly
and He alone will judge justly.
But finally I see
my sin nailed to the tree:
The death that was reserved for me
instead has fallen upon Thee;
I can but trust and bow the knee:
Thy blood alone bought liberty,
and I am Thine eternally.
February 3, 2013
In this WWW: Desiring God (Machen style); McGrath on his new biography on CS Lewis; John Donne’s “A hymn to God the Father”; Proclamation Trust audio archives free to download; John Lennox in Cape Town; How much do I need to know to be saved?; three dangers of social media; why churches should disciple college-age students; why the Psalms start as they do; and William Lane Craig and Alex Rosenberg debate whether faith in God is reasonable.
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June 12, 2010
This hymn by John Newton (1725-1807) must be one of the greatest autobiographical hymns ever to be penned, yet sadly it is not well known. It speaks both subjectively and objectively of the amazing grace Newton found in Christ.
In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.
I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood,
Who fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.
Sure never to my latest breath,
Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.
My conscience felt, and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair,
I saw my sins His blood had spilt,
And helped to nail Him there.
Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.
A second look He gave, which said,
“I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I died, that thou may’st live.”
Thus, while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
(Such is the mystery of grace)
It seals my pardon too.
With pleasing grief and mournful joy
My spirit now is filled,
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by Him I killed.
(Public domain. Reproduced from Classic Christian Hymn-writers by Elsie Houghton, 1982. Fort Washington, Penn.: Christian Literature Crusade)