The hymn for today is a call to remain in and depend on Christ.
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Monday, February 29, 2016
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Saturday, February 27, 2016
New Hymn, "The Declaration of Salvation"
The hymn for today is, as the title says, the Declaration of Salvation.
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Friday, February 26, 2016
New Hymn, "The Cries of the Tiniest Hearts"
The hymn for today is a prayer for the divine remaking of wicked hearts.
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Thursday, February 25, 2016
New Hymn, "Understand!"
The hymn for today speaks of the gift of understanding the gift of the resurrection.
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Wednesday, February 24, 2016
New Hymn, "Growing Up"
The hymn for today recounts the Heavenly celebrations over one sinner who repents.
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Tuesday, February 23, 2016
New Hymn, "This I Say Unto Thee"
The hymn for today speaks of Christ's command to display His love for each other.
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Monday, February 22, 2016
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Even the Homeless Have Rights
William F. Maddock |
St.
Louis can be a hard, cold place. The people here (the rich,
the elites) love to uphold and declare themselves to be the very
picture of a paragon—while the poor
die in the streets—and
their towers of stone and glass and steel wage war against the
consciences of men.
There
is no reprieve—and,
it seems, no reproach—for there
seems to be nothing that will reach whatever is left of that stone
cold thing they claim to be a heart. While men get shoved
around like so much verminous cattle they hide in their stone cold
towers from the consciences of men—and
there is no love that I see within their souls.
Indeed,
they remind me of the Pharisees of old, thinking themselves righteous
because they hold the whip, thinking themselves pure because there
are no scars of whips on them. They scorn, accuse, demean, belittle
and beslander those whom they see as polluting their precious little
view of life, while never seeing the poison that they themselves
spew. They would cross oceans to convert another to their way—and
then they make them twice the child of hell that they themselves
are.1
There
is, though, another power, one that they have no comprehension of
which to wield. It is a power that they can never understand, a power
that they will never accept for what it is, for they have rejected
the Truth and cannot discern their lies.
Despite
their best efforts, there is such a thing as the Law of
Non-contradiction.
You cannot be tolerant while at the same time being intolerant of
that with which you disagree. You cannot be generous while at the
same time working in such a way that the poor die in the streets
where you live. You cannot be a man of
Christian faith while at the same time refusing to do what Christ has
commanded to
be done.
“Away
from me, you workers of iniquity! I
never knew you!
2
For I was hungry and you gave me no food! I was thirsty and you gave
me no drink! I was a stranger and you did not invite me in; naked and
you threw no clothes around me; sick or in prison and you did not
visit me!”3
I
say,
to my shame, that when a ministering friend of mine forcefully
requested that I give to the poor I got angry with her—because I
thought I had nothing to give.
God
has otherwise educated me.
I,
therefore, did not get livid when my corporate vice-president brother
claimed financial inability as his reason for refusing to help me
keep my home. Since becoming a homeless man, he is the only member of
my immediate earthly family to even attempt to contact me, inquiring
as to how I was. Two of my other siblings had birthdays coming up, so
I waited until those were both well past before I replied, so that
they could not claim my reply as their gift.
When
I did reply I told my brother that the appropriate help he could give
me was to help the poor where he lives.
I
have not heard back from him in the years since.
Such
is the heart of the elite and the rich. They think of themselves as
such wonderfully good people—because
they cannot discern their lies.
The
rich man who refuses to help his own poor brother inquires as to the
condition of that brother and gets told by that brother that his
proper assistance would be to help the poor where he lives—and
he never replies back again.
Such
is the heart of those who think themselves good. So effectively
blinded are they that they cannot see their own wickedness. They
cannot discern their own lies.
I
have, however, mentioned a power that is beyond them—a
power that they cannot wield, for they have rejected it when they
rejected the Truth.
What,
therefore does the Scripture say?
“I
am the Way and the Truth and the Life. Not even one even turns in the
general direction of the Father if not in Me.”4
When
they reject the Truth, living in their lies, they reject the One who
is
the Truth, and thereby cut themselves off from the very one who could
rescue them from the lies that, now, they are
blind to and cannot discern.
Beloved,
be not like them.
Do
not be sucked up, dismantled and devoured by the lies of this world,
as they have so willingly and blithely been, but be transformed by
the power of the Truth.5
The
Truth comes down to us from days of old through the teachings and
writings of those who have faithfully researched and examined the
writings and the lives of the Apostles, Prophets and Scribes of our
Lord and Savior and King, Jesus Christ. Having looked to Him in
faith, they now point us to His Light.
Out
of the darkness He beckons us to flee, to flee out of our night of
sin and into His glorious Light. He has made a path for us through
the wilderness; a straight path that leads to the cross of Christ. He
is the door, He is the gate,6
He is the Way, the Truth, the Life, and through Him we must go. There
is no other way for us to go to heaven but through Him.4
As it is written in the gospel accounts, alluding to a dream of
Jacob7
in the book of Genesis, Jesus Christ is the stairway to Heaven, and
there is no other.8
How,
though, does one demonstrate the presence of a genuine faith in Jesus
Christ? That really is not something to be worrying about and
strategizing over (for God, through you, will provide His own
testimony about you—and you will not be able to thwart it), except,
beloved, for this one thing: You are to be examining, or prosecuting,
yourself to see that you are indeed saved.9
So, you are not demonstrating yourself (which the hypocrites do in
seeking to be honored by men), but testing yourself, so that you
may know of the reality of your salvation.
In
our day and age the possibility of faking faith in Jesus Christ is
being demonstrated quite well by those who want to appear oh so
terribly egalitarian—while stomping all over the inherent rights of
others who live according to their own beliefs rather than the
beliefs that these wish to force upon them. Again, though, these have
rejected the Truth, and, therefore, cannot discern their own lies.
As
is abundantly clear from a simple, open minded perusal of the
Constitution of these United States, everyone
has the right, endowed by their Creator (in other words, not by other
people, but by that higher, unassailable authority), to actually
exercise the
beliefs to which they hold. Those
who seek to force their lifestyle on others frequently, and
conveniently, forget that immediately following the Establishment
Clause is the Prohibition Clause, which states with extraordinary and
abundant clarity that the free exercise of religion shall not be
prohibited. But they don’t see that because they reject the Truth.
Why
go on this little side excursion? It is, part and parcel, the same
thing. Those who shove people around as though they are nothing, who
treat people like cattle, caring not whether they live or die, who
scorn, accuse, demean, belittle and beslander, think themselves
better.
They
cannot discern their own lies.
Such
people believe that they are worth more, that because of that their
wishes (they might even mislabel them as “rights”) should quite
naturally supersede those of others, and that those others should,
therefore, be forced to follow the desires of those who think
themselves better. After all, compared to them, you are worthless
scum.
They
think that they are here for a purpose and you are just window
dressing. That is their view. And if you believe that they do not see
you that way, then you are foolish and deluded. That is their view:
that this is their world, it’s all about them, so you can either
bow down and obey them or leave.
Well,
no.
How
high do you think Mount Everest looks from 30 billion light years
away? That, metaphorically, is God’s view of us. So far is He above
us all that our petty little differences pale into non-sequiturism.
All are one10
in His sight, and even slaves have rights.11
Do you recall Jesus’ response when asked which is the greatest
commandment? Do you recall the one He called second? “You shall
love your fellowman as yourself.”12
And the word there translated as “love” is the Greek word
αγαπησεις,
which means that you sacrifice yourself
for the sake of. You don’t treat them as rightless refuse; you
don’t treat them as cattle to be herded about; you don’t treat
them as vermin. No. You treat them as more important than yourself.
You sacrifice yourself for their
sake—even if they be a
slave—because
even slaves have rights.11
The
irony here is that they want to portray an air of egalitarianism, but
egalitarianism means that all are equal. As I have written above,
they cannot discern their own lies.
God
has a law, and those who refuse even the most basic implementation of
it shall draw His ire, so do not stand with such people, lest that
ire also consume you.
What
is the foremost truth about the poor, the destitute, the
vermin-plagued, indeed the homeless? They are people,
and people have rights—rights
that you violate at the peril of your own soul.
That
simple assertion, “people have rights”, is a consequential one.
You don’t get to choose
whose rights you will honor and whose ignore. They are all people.
They are all equal—and
even the homeless have rights.
1Matthew
23:15
2Matthew
7:23
3Matthew
25:42-43
4John
14:6
5Romans
12:2
6John
10:7-9
7Genesis
28:12
8John
1:51
92
Timothy 2:15
10Galatians
3:28
11Colossians
4:1
12Matthew
22:39
Two New Hymns, "All Good is God!", and "Welcome in the Morning!"
“All Good is God!”, composed yesterday, is about the goodness of God, and how nothing, outside of Him is good. Play it on MuseScore for a limited time.
“Welcome in the Morning!”, composed today, is a shout of joy in salvation.
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“Welcome in the Morning!”, composed today, is a shout of joy in salvation.
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Friday, February 19, 2016
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
New Hymn, "The Majesty of Thy Word"
The hymn for today is about the majesty and grace and mercy of God's Word.
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Tuesday, February 16, 2016
New Hymn, "By the Witness of Creation"
The hymn for today is about the witness of creation that can lead us to faith, through the Word of God, in God.
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Monday, February 15, 2016
New Hymn, "By the Power of His Grace"
The hymn for today is about the power of Christ in Salvation.
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Sunday, February 14, 2016
New Hymn, "Christ My King!"
The hymn for today is an assurance of Christ from the Scriptures.
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Saturday, February 13, 2016
Your Valentine - Reprise
As
I begin to write this, another year has passed, and as I look back I
see many things: things of good, things of ill, things of light,
things of dark—things
I greeted with dark and dour pain, but which were blessings instead.
This
month (targeted by this article) contains a day of celebration that
has been twisted into one of romantic fervor, which true history
would say was never the intention of the one being “honored”.
That was an elderly man writing to a young friend and signing the
letter, “Your Valentine”, because, you see, “Valentine” was
the man’s name. It was the signing of a normal, pastoral letter
from an old Christian to a young friend. It was not more.
As
I look back I see souls that I would hold, but which I do not have. I
look on a hope that others have dashed and bashed against the walls
of their worldviews (and I am well aware that there are those who see
me as no longer following God, but instead some deceitful demon that
has me in its pocket—the Lord rebuke them). I look on those who
undoubtedly think that they love me, but whom—I must entertain
these doubts—have apparently not asked God what to do with, or
about, me, having instead followed the typical societal norms,
assuming that God will bless those choices. And I grieve—oh how I
grieve—for I have come unto my own (for they were gifted to me by
God) and they have received me not.
God,
then, asked me, “How do you think I felt?” 1
The
greatest blessing a person can receive from God is not physical, it
is not monetary, it is not
sexual, it is not power (though it is powerful),
it is not mental (and
therefore not philosophical),
it is not spiritual, it is
not even mere salvation (and
I would argue that mere
salvation is no salvation at all).
Millennia
ago there was a group of people going about, teaching about God, and
their greatest celebrations were reserved for when they went through
suffering because of their adherence to the matters they taught. Were
they celebrating their suffering? No! They were celebrating the fact
that they were counted worthy
to suffer for those teachings. And
who was it that was counting them worthy?
Certainly
not those who were executing that suffering upon them. They
wanted them gone! They wanted them dead! They wanted them to shut up!
They wanted those teachings gone! Forever!
Who,
then?
Who
was counting them worthy?
It
was none other than the one who gave them those teachings in the
first place! It was God who
counted them worthy! It was God who counted them worthy to go through
what He had already gone through in this earth—that
is His! God counted them worthy!
He
wasn’t counting them worthy to suffer. No! What an awful blessing
that would be! No!
He was counting them worthy to—as
the Spanish might put it, via con Dios—to
go with God, to walk the way that God has walked. You are, in
essence, walking with Him. Going through the worst of times, He wants
you there with Him, at His side.
When
someone is facing the end, do they call their worst, most
intransigent enemies to them? No. They call their best, most
treasured friends to their side, because in their worst of times they
do not want to be alone. They do not want to feel abandoned and
unloved.
My
young friend, whom I do still miss, and whom I do still love, might
have abandoned me, but, then, they are not the one to whom God called
for this time.
For
better or for worse, the one to whom He called was me. He wanted me
to understand how He felt when His own rejected Him.
I
look back over the 14 years during which this was being shaped and
transpired, from the very first inklings to its ultimate fulfillment,
the disappointment, and, finally, the divine explanation and χάρισμα
embrace.
God
wanted me to know that time. I still have difficulty wrapping my mind
around the consequences of that thought, indeed of that concept, that
God wanted me (Of all possible people, why me?
What possible explanation could account for such an endowment to me?)
to know His heart through that awful time when He was rejected by His
own.
I
remember, all these years later, having been pondering on the times
that I was allowed to see the impending marital unions of others,
while I was being kept, and made to suffer, alone, and I could not
see past my own pain and sufferings at the hands of those wicked,
false Christians that still to this day pollute the Presbyterian
Church in America to the most astonishingly ultimate gift that He
would proffer upon me, that during His long walks of lonely
disregard, of all people (and I still ask why) He wanted me at His
side.
I
remember (though I, of course, did not see it then) at the inception
of those years, with me grousing about my own loneliness, that a
particular, abundant, family visited the church at which I was
attending, sitting on the right side of the sanctuary more toward the
front, and that, in the immediately following days astonished
rejoicing was born in my heart (and I even remember where I was
standing in which aisle of the warehouse) when, in the spirit,
suddenly, out of the blue, God spoke into my spirit the words, “She
is in your life—right now” accompanied by the clear and
unmistakable impression that she would not stay, but would return
later.
I
remember where my focus would go during those times, and how much
more desperately and painfully alone I felt. Oh! How much repenting I
must do! Not in a thousand lifetimes of a thousand lifetimes could I
ever hope to list it all out! But by Christ my debt is paid!
I
remember when He told me, “I have placed a mark on you that will
cause women to [fear/lust after/hate/loathe/mock/ridicule] you, and
great harm will come to you [because of the mark], but I will remove
that mark from the heart of one special lady, who will return to you
in [repentant] Love,” and I reacted by setting up a watch for one
who had been of that PCA filth that had done so much grave,
slanderous harm to me to return to me, so that I could have my heart
prepared and rejoicing to grant total forgiveness to them—but
they have never come.
I
remember seeing again and coming to know that abundant family and the
joyous times we would spend in each other’s company—and a few
hard ones, like when I was angry and grieving over being told, by
God, to leave the church where they still attend, because a young
wife in marital trouble was beginning to look to me instead of to
God, and how the patriarch of that abundant family was the only one
who cared enough to come and find me, and lay his spiritual arms
around me.
I
remember how, as a result of my obedience to God’s call, we drifted
apart, that family and I.
I
remember, as well, how, in the last couple years, one member of that
family came back into my life, striking up a friendship with me that,
to this very day, I do completely and totally treasure, and how, much
to my amazement, that friend confessed her sins to me and returned,
washed clean, to Christ.
If
my earthly companion is to come from the “theologians” of the
PCA, then they must return in repentant Love to be washed clean, but
I hold the prophecy fulfilled in the person of one humble, trusting
youth.
It
is only to such a one that I may sign,
Your
Valentine
1This,
of course, is a reference to John 1:11, “To His own He came,
and His own received Him not”
Friday, February 12, 2016
New Hymn, "Thy Sweet Face!"
The hymn for today is a plea, on multiple levels, for restoration, healing, deliverance, and more.
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Thursday, February 11, 2016
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New Hymn, "Walk With the King!"
While there is a typo in the score, the hymn for today speaks of the path of peace.
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Tuesday, February 2, 2016
New Hymn, "Weep Not a Tear"
The hymn for today speaks of joy and sorrow; joy at the passing of the righteous unto Life, and sorrow at the death of the wicked.
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Groundhog's Day 2016
In
today’s Bible Study, the first song I was there to participate in
(after having retrieved the song books from where the women
horde them in the worship studio, for their study, without
ever returning them for
ours), was Farther Along: “Farther along we’ll know
all about it, Farther along
we’ll understand why…”.
We
talked about wanting things now instead of
patiently awaiting God’s timing for that something to come our way.
Pushing for that something before its time can delay its time, and if
you never stop, it might never come.
Oh,
Beloved, please understand that.
And
yet, just now, the words of the chorus of the first song I ever wrote
come to mind: “Keep on pushin’ cause you’re getting through!
Keep on pushin’ because I need
you!” It was the words—the
heart-wrenching words—of
a lonely, lonely heart. I lost it many years ago, and I doubt
I’ll ever find that song again.
In
some ways I am still that lonely, lonely man—who
never can seem to connect with that one who has his heart—and
no matter how patient I try to be my heart pushes, and pushes, and I
have never been able to stop it pushing—and
what it wants never comes, never knocks upon the door of my heart,
saying, “I’m here! Let me in! I’ve finally come!”
Even
those who claim to love
me
Only
ever turn and flee
And
never turn the key,
Opening
their heart to me.
Even
just writing this I run the risk of the well-meddlers trying to push
their own ideas on me of what I should—in
their blinded eyes—want,
rather than staying out of the way to simply pray. Man’s efforts do
not interest me—only
God’s.
You
should never, ever—even
seek to—instruct
someone else on what the desire of their heart really is.
And
truly, does anyone ever just shut their mouths and simply ask God—and
truly listen to Him—in
prayer, about me? If they
have, how is it that I have never experienced the fruits of those
queries? Why is it that everyone always seems to think they know
better than me what I want or need? Were they to do so, and actually
just humbly act upon what God really tells them, then what they would
bring would absolutely fit me to a “T”.
But
no such blessing ever comes.
Why
is that?
One
way that I do lack, as I implied above, is in the patience to just
sit back and watch, trusting God to fit my needs to me. My hopes,
wishes and dreams only ever seem to keep their door bolted, barred,
locked, and nailed shut in my face, rather than opening to me.
And
no one ever listens.
And
no one ever hears.
And
no one even cares.
That
is the assessment that I see.
There
are things that God has promised me—there
are people that God has promised me—and I must still learn the
patience to accept that, until Heaven, they might never come to me.
Will
they even be there
with me? See,
I
have even come—in
spite of their protestations to the contrary—to
doubt that they will even be there to see me.
Right
now—at
this moment—it
is my heart’s cry for them to hear the Lord, and—finally—to
obey.
William
F. Maddock
Groundhog’s
Day, 2016
Monday, February 1, 2016
New Hymn, "Bring Joy to the Lord!"
The hymn for today speaks of the one true source of joy and urges repentance to joy.
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