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This week's random quote - Tennyson

More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.
Wherefore, let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are people better than sheep or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Both for themselves and those who call them friends?
For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Favourite Hymn #3

O Sacred Head Now Wounded

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!

Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.
Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.

My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.

My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine.
Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.
Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;
Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.

Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part;
O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.

The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.
O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see
,Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee.

My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door;
Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!
When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!

Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.

Flew's New Book

Former dean of intellectual atheists, Antony Flew, has written a new book about his turn to theism/deism (or just deism).

Is Jesus your boyfriend?

John Stackhouse opposes the fluffy, trite, and emasculating qualities of certain contemporary worship songs. In one comment (#30), he writes:

" My son tells me that his clever friends at Wheaton College call these songs “Susie songs.” You can spot a “Susie song” if you can substitute “Susie” for “Jesus” and both the lyrics and mood of the song stay pretty much the same…!"

This week's random quote

According to CNN, one in four adults say they read no books at all in the past year, which reminds me of a quote by Mark Twain:

"The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them."

Information Overload

Alan Jacobs tells us that "the 'information flood' has a longer history than we suppose." He provides a nice quote from Francis Bacon:

"Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention."

Dawkins and the trilemma

Vic Reppert has a short response to Richard Dawkins' criticism of C.S. Lewis' trilemma argument for Christ's divinity.

Random quote of the week - Thomas a Kempis

Try to be patient in bearing with the defects and infirmities of others, whatever they may be. Remember that you also have many failings which others must bear.

If you cannot make yourself what you would like to be, how can you expect to have anyone else exactly as you would like them?

We would willingly have others perfect and yet we do not amend our own faults.

-Imitation of Christ, Book One, chapter 16

Inerrancy and the Resurrection

William Lane Craig has written a clear and helpful piece on the resurrection.

New Lewis Books

Bruce Edwards recommends a few new works on C.S. Lewis.

Favourite Hymn #4

Praise My Soul The King of Heaven


Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore His praises sing:
Alleluia! Alleluia!Praise the everlasting King.

Praise Him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress.
Praise Him still the same as ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Alleluia! Alleluia!Glorious in His faithfulness.

Fatherlike He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows.
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Alleluia! Alleluia!Widely yet His mercy flows.

Frail as summer’s flower we flourish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish
Our God lives unchanging on,
Praise Him, Praise Him, Hallelujah
Praise the High Eternal One!

Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him,
Dwellers all in time and space.
Alleluia! Alleluia!Praise with us the God of grace.

Word to the wise...or not

If a picture is worth a thousand words, these words are low-resolution.

Hitchens critique

This post is titled The Cultural Illiteracy of Easy Atheists

Praise ban(ne)d

I prefer hymns to praise songs and so does this guy (read).
But, I can live with them.

Jacobs on Harry Potter

Alan Jacobs speculates about the boy wizard's future

More words about books

This pastor's blogpost gives his take on what to read. He also links to a post by Scot McKnight on building a personal library. Two comments: they both dislike fiction (I wish I could read more fiction) and they both have good paying jobs (that's why I like the library - the books are dingier than at, say, Chapters, but at least it's free - as long as I return them on time).

Europe and Christianity

Philip Jenkins writes about Europe's Christian comeback

Favourite Hymn # 5

Abide With Me

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Death in the City - Chapter nine (final - and finally!)

Death in the City Chapter 9 – The Universe and Two Chairs (Final)

Schaeffer now turns his attention to how the life of faith works itself out in the twentieth-century world. (No doubt he would, were he alive, extend this to the twenty-first, as well.) Even while scientists have been seeing farther through their telescopes and at smaller and smaller things through their microscopes, thus making the universe seem much more complicated than humans had ever dreamed, in reality, the universe, from a biblical standpoint, is simple.

He gives us a parable about two men (the only men in the universe) sitting in a room on two chairs. One man is a materialist; the other a Christian. The materialist examines the room thoroughly, writes a number of books describing the universe. The Christian appreciates the effort, but informs the materialist that despite his intense study, he has missed something important. The materialist, in his system of knowledge, can describe the universe but he cannot tell where it came from. Thus, his knowledge is incomplete. The Christian, on the other hand has a book that tells him where the universe came from and that there is an unseen portion of it. Ultimately, the two reach an impasse. The materialist thinks the Christian is crazy. The Christian thinks the materialist is unbalanced because of the incompleteness of his view. Schaeffer’s point is that the two views are mutually exclusive. There can be no synthesis of the two views, only antithesis.

He writes, “What we must see is that no matter how deeply we get into the particles of matter or how much we learn by our telescopes and radio telescopes about the vastness of the created universe, in reality the universe is no more complicated than the room we have been talking about. It is only larger; that’s all. Looking at the bigger universe, we either see it as the materialist sees it or as the Christian sees it: we see it with the one set of presuppositions or the other.”

Many Christians, however, live like materialists most of the time. It is not enough to say that one is a Christian. The “new” theology is no different than materialism. The theological view that explains the resurrection as merely psychological, the rising of the Easter spirit in the hearts of the disciples, is tantamount to materialism: it generates unbelief. Liberal theology is handmaiden to materialism.

What can we say about a person who says he believes in the resurrection but doesn’t act upon his belief in faith on a daily basis? Schaeffer calls it unfaith.

Or, when it comes to prayer, if a Christian doesn’t pray or live in an attitude of prayer, he has planted himself on the materialist chair. That is, “he is living in unfaith if he is afraid to act upon the supernatural in the present life.” Unfaith turns Christianity into merely a philosophy. While Schaeffer considers Christianity a philosophy, it is more, much more. God has given us the answers to the big questions already. In this sense, Christianity is the true philosophy, one that satisfies not only the intellect but the heart, one that addresses not only the theoretical and abstract but the practical.

He concludes: “We must fight the Lord’s battles with the Lord’s weapons in faith – sitting in the chair of belief. Only then can we have any part in the real battle. If we fight the Lord’s battles merely by duplicating the way the world does its work, we are like little boys playing with wooden swords pretending they are in the battle while their big brothers are away at war in some distant and bloody land….Living supernaturally does not mean doing less work; nor does it mean less work getting done, but more…If we through faith stay in the Bible-believing chair moment by moment in practice, and do not move into the chair of unfaith, we and the world will see God act. Christ will bring forth His fruit through us.”
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(*This book makes a good complement to Schaeffer’s other books such as The God Who is There, and Escape From Reason (at least that’s what it says on the back of the book…) It’s short and readable, if somewhat repetitive at times. This is probably due to the fact that it’s a series of lectures. Anyway, notwithstanding the critiques thrown his way (by such great minds as Thomas V. Morris), Schaeffer is an important Christian thinker whose works should be essential reading for thinking Evangelicals. So, tolle legge. *)