Friday, February 22, 2008

The Complex Cosmos

The Complex Cosmos:
"The Complex Cosmos
by Henry Morris, Ph.D.
'He hath made the earth by His power, He hath established the world by His wisdom, and hath stretched out the heavens by His discretion' (Jeremiah 10:12).
This verse gives a fascinating insight into God's primeval creation of the universe, especially on the first four days of His week of creative work. The 'earth' refers to the geosphere, or the inorganic components of the globe, the 'world' to its biosphere, especially the plant life, and the 'heavens' to the atmosphere and astrosphere."
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Sunday, February 17, 2008

A New Name In Glory by Miles

Words & Music: C. Austin Miles, circa 1905.

I was once a sinner, but I came
Pardon to receive from my Lord:
This was freely given, and I found
That He always kept His word.

There's a new name written down in glory,
And it's mine, O yes, it's mine!
And the white robed angels sing the story,
"A sinner has come home."
For there's a new name written down in glory,
And it's mine, O yes, it's mine!
With my sins forgiven I am bound for Heaven,
Never more to roam.

I was humbly kneeling at the cross,
Fearing naught by God's angry frown;
When the heavens opened and I saw
That my name was written down.

There's a new name written down in glory,
And it's mine, O yes, it's mine!
And the white robed angels sing the story,
"A sinner has come home."
For there's a new name written down in glory,
And it's mine, O yes, it's mine!
With my sins forgiven I am bound for Heaven,
Never more to roam.

In the Book 'tis written, "Saved by Grace,"
O the joy that came to my soul!
Now I am forgiven, and I know
By the blood I am made whole.

There's a new name written down in glory,
And it's mine, O yes, it's mine!
And the white robed angels sing the story,
"A sinner has come home."
For there's a new name written down in glory,
And it's mine, O yes, it's mine!
With my sins forgiven I am bound for Heaven,
Never more to roam.

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Why God Allows Pain

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects.

When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist."

"Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.

Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me."

"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

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Saturday, February 16, 2008

When I say, "I am a Christian" by Carol Wimmer

When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"
I'm whispering, "I get lost! That's why I chose this way"

When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't speak with human pride
I'm confessing that I stumble-needing God to be my guide

When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not trying to be strong
I'm professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on

Read the rest of the poem at CarolWimmer.com

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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Love's Counterfeits

A comparison study of 1 Corinthians 13 by David Film

Love is patient, but tolerance runs out

Love is kind, but sentimentality pretends

Love does not envy, but jealousy puts on an act

Love does not brag, but approbation fishes for compliments

Love is not proud, but false humility is

Love is genuine, but "eros" tries to impress

Love has no selfish motives, but greed says "What's in it for me"

Love returns good for evil, but revenge IS evil

Love does not look for evil, but hostility looks to criticize

Love does not rejoice in evil, but rebellion loves destruction

Love rejoices in the Truth, but gossip spreads lies

Love bears all things, but good intentions collapse when tested

Love believes all things, but gullibility lacks discernment

Love hopes for the best, but pessimism expects the worst

Love endures all things, but futility gives up

Love never fails, but human efforts are fickle

And now abides
Faith (not presumption)
Hope (not wishful thinking)
Love (not sentimentality)
And the greatest of these...
is agape love.
(c)1993 David Film
www.DavidFilm.com

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Tuesday, July 3, 2007

God will Do the Rest

I asked the Lord to bless you
As I prayed for you today
To guide you and protect you
As you go along your way
His love is always with you
His promises are true
And when we give Him all our cares
You know He will see us through
So when the road you're traveling on
Seems difficult at best
Just remember I'm here praying
And GOD WILL DO THE REST.

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Saturday, February 3, 2007

The Coal Basket Bible

The story is told of an old man who lived on a farm in the mountains of Kentucky with his young grandson.

Each morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading from his old worn-out Bible.

His grandson who wanted to be just like him tried to imitate him in any way he could.

One day the grandson asked, "Papa, I try to read the Bible just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bible do?"

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and said,"Take this coal basket down to the river and bring back a basket of water."

The boy did as he was told, even though all the water leaked out before he could get back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You will have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.

This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was "impossible to carry water in a basket," and he went to get a bucket instead.

The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You can do this. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he,got far at all.

The boy scooped the water and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Papa, it's useless!"

"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket."

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realized that the basket looked different. Instead of a dirty old coal basket, it was clean.

"Son, that's what happens when you read the Bible. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, it will change you from the inside out. That is the work of God in our lives. To change us from the inside out and to slowly transform us into the image of His son."

Take time to read a portion of God's word each day, and remind a friend by sharing this story.

"Live Simply, Love Generously, Care Deeply, Speak Kindly, Leave The Rest To God"

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