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Meditations of the day
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"The boldness of asking deep questions may require unforeseen flexibility if we are to accept the answers." -Brian Greene
"The tantalizing discomfort of perplexity is what inspires otherwise ordinary men and women to extraordinary feats of ingenuity and creativity; nothing quite focuses the mind like dissonant details awaiting harmonious resolution." - Brian Greene
"The tantalizing discomfort of perplexity is what inspires otherwise ordinary men and women to extraordinary feats of ingenuity and creativity; nothing quite focuses the mind like dissonant details awaiting harmonious resolution." - Brian Greene
"God is not calling us to devote ourselves to His cause; He is asking us to yield ourselves to His will." -Watchman Nee
"Beautiful are those whose brokenness gives birth to transformation and wisdom." -Brian M. Green
"To understand the mind of the Spirit of God requires the opening of the understanding by the Son of God." -David E. Johnson
"Beautiful are those whose brokenness gives birth to transformation and wisdom." -Brian M. Green
"To understand the mind of the Spirit of God requires the opening of the understanding by the Son of God." -David E. Johnson
Do you continue to go with Jesus?
"You are they which have continued with Me in My temptations." Luke 22:28.
It is true that Jesus Christ is with us in our temptations, but are we going with Him in His temptations? Many of us cease to go with Jesus from the moment we have an experience of what He can do.
Watch when God shifts your circumstances, and see whether you are going with Jesus, or siding with the world, the flesh and the devil. We wear His badge, but are we going with Him?
"From that time many of His disciples went back and walked no more with Him."
The temptations of Jesus continued throughout His earthly life, and they will continue throughout the life of the Son of God in us.
Are we going with Jesus in the life we are living now? We have the idea that we ought to shield ourselves from some of the things God brings round us. Never! God engineers circumstances, and whatever they may be like we have to see that we face them while abiding continually with Him in His temptations.
They are His temptations, not temptations to us, but temptations to the life of the Son of God in us. The honour of Jesus Christ is at stake in your bodily life. Are you remaining loyal to the Son of God in the things which beset His life in you?
Do you continue to go with Jesus?
The way lies through Gethsemane, through the city gate, outside the camp; the way lies alone, and the way lies until there is no trace of a footstep left, only the voice, "Follow Me." -Oswald Chambers
"You are they which have continued with Me in My temptations." Luke 22:28.
It is true that Jesus Christ is with us in our temptations, but are we going with Him in His temptations? Many of us cease to go with Jesus from the moment we have an experience of what He can do.
Watch when God shifts your circumstances, and see whether you are going with Jesus, or siding with the world, the flesh and the devil. We wear His badge, but are we going with Him?
"From that time many of His disciples went back and walked no more with Him."
The temptations of Jesus continued throughout His earthly life, and they will continue throughout the life of the Son of God in us.
Are we going with Jesus in the life we are living now? We have the idea that we ought to shield ourselves from some of the things God brings round us. Never! God engineers circumstances, and whatever they may be like we have to see that we face them while abiding continually with Him in His temptations.
They are His temptations, not temptations to us, but temptations to the life of the Son of God in us. The honour of Jesus Christ is at stake in your bodily life. Are you remaining loyal to the Son of God in the things which beset His life in you?
Do you continue to go with Jesus?
The way lies through Gethsemane, through the city gate, outside the camp; the way lies alone, and the way lies until there is no trace of a footstep left, only the voice, "Follow Me." -Oswald Chambers
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"The way into the Tree of Life is via cherubim with flaming swords swirling in every direction The natural man, with all that he is, must come into dissolution." David E. Johnson
"It is doubtful whether God can bless a man greatly until He has hurt him deeply." -A.W. Tozer
"If you want to know God as a new creation, you must walk with a limp the rest of your life." -David E. Johnson
"It is doubtful whether God can bless a man greatly until He has hurt him deeply." -A.W. Tozer
"If you want to know God as a new creation, you must walk with a limp the rest of your life." -David E. Johnson
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"Real prayer is communion with God, so that there will be common thoughts between His mind and ours. What is needed is for Him to fill our hearts with His thoughts, and then His desires will become our desires flowing back to Him." -A.W. Pink
At-one-ment
At-one-ment
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The Kingdom of God is one of becoming; it is NOT static, but an action of moving from one dimension, or degree of glory, into another and another. This action is rooted in the pur/fire of God and has absolutely nothing to do with the flesh life!
The way into the Tree of Life is via cherubim with flaming swords swirling in every direction. The natural man, with all that he is, must come into dissolution.
The way into the Tree of Life is via cherubim with flaming swords swirling in every direction. The natural man, with all that he is, must come into dissolution.
Beholding the Unseen
Beholding the Unseen
Sometime the melodies of God begin discordantly,
Like symphonies that first must tune to find their harmony.
Pure and sure His overtures still waft to waiting ones,
Calling, choosing, reserving His daughters and His sons.
Hidden to all eyes but His, like seed a farmer sows
First the blade, then the ear, then the full grain grows.
His processes progressing to His goals.
Faith to faith, glory to glory, God veils while He unfolds.
Earthtime is framed in irksome flesh of banal, boring days.
Like Israel, some know His acts; like Moses, some His ways.
What obscure school of silence taught Moses forty years?
Reduced from zeal without knowledge to godly sorrow’s tears
That have no confidence in flesh nor their initiatives
Who know their thoughts and ways are death, but, thank God, not so His.
How was Naomi’s elegy to Bethlehem addressed?
“I went out full, came back empty”, her dirge of bitterness.
Yet far above Judean hills where eagle has not soared
The Great Conductor orchestrates earth songs from heaven’s score.
From ashes He brings beauty; from mourning oil of joy.
A female choir raised heaven’s ode about this Obed boy.
“Redeem…restore…renown…nourish” new songs for newborn’s name.
Garments of praise clothed latter days – her lap, his nurse, the same.
She could not know those years ago when graves gobbled her dreams
That David’s grandfather would come and grow up at her knees.
So lift your voice, you grandmothers, great grandmothers rejoice.
God’s metamorphic music lifts lamentation’s voice
Into the Lord’s high praises training kingdom minstrels
His first love poet warrior sweet psalmists of Israel.
O may we fear, with hearing ear and seeing eye a heart listens!
Your kingdom come; Your will be done, in earth as in heaven.
These stormy souls with ruining rains, these oyster rhapsody refrains
Produce glory beyond compare of temporary strains and pains.
May no wind steer except Christ’s breath. Let nothing rise but from His death
From fratricide appointed sons? Cains kill Abels; God sends Seths.
He compensates for hated sons who give their lives for truth
And Enochs declare our frail, decaying mortal root.
His poor in spirit increase as I AM anthems grow,
From sotto voice preludes to crashing crescendos
From brokenness and weakness His children sing His Name,
The Aria of the Ages, Jesus Christ the same.
Be still or sent. Learn contentment. Glory differs star to star.
As we fulfill – become His will – heaven’s treasures, earthen jars.
The mighty God of Jacob pondered His anxious son.
When facing light affliction Jacob was prone to run.
God’s wounds may cripple worshippers, on pilgrim staffs they lean
And limping on they watch so keen fixing their gaze on the unseen.
And limping on they watch so keen fixing their gaze on the unseen.
-Will Duke
Beholding the Unseen
Sometime the melodies of God begin discordantly,
Like symphonies that first must tune to find their harmony.
Pure and sure His overtures still waft to waiting ones,
Calling, choosing, reserving His daughters and His sons.
Hidden to all eyes but His, like seed a farmer sows
First the blade, then the ear, then the full grain grows.
His processes progressing to His goals.
Faith to faith, glory to glory, God veils while He unfolds.
Earthtime is framed in irksome flesh of banal, boring days.
Like Israel, some know His acts; like Moses, some His ways.
What obscure school of silence taught Moses forty years?
Reduced from zeal without knowledge to godly sorrow’s tears
That have no confidence in flesh nor their initiatives
Who know their thoughts and ways are death, but, thank God, not so His.
How was Naomi’s elegy to Bethlehem addressed?
“I went out full, came back empty”, her dirge of bitterness.
Yet far above Judean hills where eagle has not soared
The Great Conductor orchestrates earth songs from heaven’s score.
From ashes He brings beauty; from mourning oil of joy.
A female choir raised heaven’s ode about this Obed boy.
“Redeem…restore…renown…nourish” new songs for newborn’s name.
Garments of praise clothed latter days – her lap, his nurse, the same.
She could not know those years ago when graves gobbled her dreams
That David’s grandfather would come and grow up at her knees.
So lift your voice, you grandmothers, great grandmothers rejoice.
God’s metamorphic music lifts lamentation’s voice
Into the Lord’s high praises training kingdom minstrels
His first love poet warrior sweet psalmists of Israel.
O may we fear, with hearing ear and seeing eye a heart listens!
Your kingdom come; Your will be done, in earth as in heaven.
These stormy souls with ruining rains, these oyster rhapsody refrains
Produce glory beyond compare of temporary strains and pains.
May no wind steer except Christ’s breath. Let nothing rise but from His death
From fratricide appointed sons? Cains kill Abels; God sends Seths.
He compensates for hated sons who give their lives for truth
And Enochs declare our frail, decaying mortal root.
His poor in spirit increase as I AM anthems grow,
From sotto voice preludes to crashing crescendos
From brokenness and weakness His children sing His Name,
The Aria of the Ages, Jesus Christ the same.
Be still or sent. Learn contentment. Glory differs star to star.
As we fulfill – become His will – heaven’s treasures, earthen jars.
The mighty God of Jacob pondered His anxious son.
When facing light affliction Jacob was prone to run.
God’s wounds may cripple worshippers, on pilgrim staffs they lean
And limping on they watch so keen fixing their gaze on the unseen.
And limping on they watch so keen fixing their gaze on the unseen.
-Will Duke
"Trust him. And when you have done that, you are living the life of grace. No matter what happens to you in the course of that trusting - no matter how many waverings you may have, no matter how many suspicions that you have bought a poke with no pig in it, no matter how much heaviness and sadness your lapses, vices, indispositions, and bratty whining may cause you - you believe simply that Somebody Else, by his death and resurrection, has made it all right, and you just say thank you and shut up. The whole slop-closet full of mildewed performances (which is all you have to offer) is simply your death; it is Jesus who is your life. If he refused to condemn you because your works were rotten, he certainly isn't going to flunk you because your faith isn't so hot. You can fail utterly, therefore, and still live the life of grace. You can fold up spiritually, morally, or intellectually and still be safe. Because at the very worst, all you can be is dead - and for him who is the Resurrection and the Life, that just makes you his cup of tea." - Robert Farrar Capon
"Jesus came to raise the dead. He did not come to teach the teachable; He did not come to improve the improvable; He did not come to reform the reformable. None of those things works. -Robert F. Capon
"He comes to us in the brokenness of our health, in the shipwreck of our family lives, in the loss of all possible peace of mind, even in the very thick of our sins. He saves us in our disasters, not from them. He emphatically does not promise to meet only the odd winner of the self-improvement lottery. He meets us all in our endless and inescapable losing." ~Robert Farrar Capon
"He comes to us in the brokenness of our health, in the shipwreck of our family lives, in the loss of all possible peace of mind, even in the very thick of our sins. He saves us in our disasters, not from them. He emphatically does not promise to meet only the odd winner of the self-improvement lottery. He meets us all in our endless and inescapable losing." ~Robert Farrar Capon
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“The Reformation was a time when men went blind, staggering drunk because they had discovered, in the dusty basement of late medievalism, a whole cellar full of fifteen-hundred-year-old, two-hundred proof Grace–bottle after bottle of pure distillate of Scripture, one sip of which would convince anyone that God saves us single-handedly.
The word of the Gospel–after all those centuries of trying to lift yourself into heaven by worrying about the perfection of your bootstraps–suddenly turned out to be a flat announcement that the saved were home before they started…Grace has to be drunk straight: no water, no ice, and certainly no ginger ale; neither goodness, nor badness, not the flowers that bloom in the spring of super spirituality could be allowed to enter into the case.” ~ Robert Farrar Capon
“The Reformation was a time when men went blind, staggering drunk because they had discovered, in the dusty basement of late medievalism, a whole cellar full of fifteen-hundred-year-old, two-hundred proof Grace–bottle after bottle of pure distillate of Scripture, one sip of which would convince anyone that God saves us single-handedly.
The word of the Gospel–after all those centuries of trying to lift yourself into heaven by worrying about the perfection of your bootstraps–suddenly turned out to be a flat announcement that the saved were home before they started…Grace has to be drunk straight: no water, no ice, and certainly no ginger ale; neither goodness, nor badness, not the flowers that bloom in the spring of super spirituality could be allowed to enter into the case.” ~ Robert Farrar Capon