Another sermon

October 11th, 2014 § 0 comments § permalink

This was for a class. It is not the best sermon I’ve ever preached, but for consistency’s sake, here it is.

Christianity as Religion

September 20th, 2014 § 0 comments § permalink

Definitions aren’t everything, but they’re pretty incredibly helpful.

If religion is a system of beliefs in and worship of a supernatural entity, then Christianity is a religion. It’s just that Christianity is more than just a religion. It is a relationship as well.

Have your cake; eat it too. Also, definitions are handy.

Proverbs 3: Covenant, Story, and Gospel

April 7th, 2014 § 0 comments § permalink

My second sermon: Sermon – Prov. 3. (I apologize for the quality of the recording, and that it started two minutes in.)

No Condemnation, But an Offer of Help

January 25th, 2014 § 0 comments § permalink

Except from those who claim to offer no condemnation.

Have you ever read Carl Trueman

January 25th, 2014 § 0 comments § permalink

The second paragraph is kind of exquisite.

Classic science jokes

December 31st, 2013 § 0 comments § permalink

Some I’d heard before, some new ones. Don’t miss the comments.

“All Good Things Must Come to an End.”

December 30th, 2013 § Comments Off on “All Good Things Must Come to an End.” § permalink

No greater lie has ever been spoken.


December 30th, 2013 § 0 comments § permalink

It is amazing how enjoyable it is to code a recursive function.

Epistemic Humility

October 20th, 2013 § 0 comments § permalink

A leader (whom I greatly respect) recently called for “epistemic humility” in regards to John MacArthur’s Strange Fire conference. Well, do pardon me, but me knee jerked so hard it practically flew across the room. G.K. Chesterton has something to say about that…

But what we suffer from to-day is humility in the wrong place. Modesty has moved from the organ of ambition. Modesty has settled upon the organ of conviction; where it was never meant to be. A man was meant to be doubtful about himself, but undoubting about the truth; this has been exactly reversed. Nowadays the part of a man that a man does assert is exactly the part he ought not to assert—himself. The part he doubts is exactly the part he ought not to doubt–the Divine Reason. Huxley preached a humility content to learn from Nature. But the new sceptic is so humble that he doubts if he can even learn. Thus we should be wrong if we had said hastily that there is no humility typical of our time. The truth is that there is a real humility typical of our time; but it so happens that it is practically a more poisonous humility than the wildest prostrations of the ascetic. The old humility was a spur that prevented a man from stopping; not a nail in his boot that prevented him from going on. For the old humility made a man doubtful about his efforts, which might make him work harder. But the new humility makes a man doubtful about his aims, which will make him stop working altogether.

From Orthodoxy

To my bed:

September 10th, 2013 § 0 comments § permalink

Oh how I yearn for your embrace
Inside that holy, sacred place
I want the warmth and blissful peace
When striving, then, at last shall cease

You beckon me, and I, Oh my!
Oh wretched worker, simple guy
Who wishes but with you to rest
But Thursday next is due this test

So clean and fresh (with sheets just washed)
(The only thing that rhymes is “squashed”)
Oh Bed, I will be there so soon,
As just I was last afternoon.

But, Bed, this poem is not, I think,
Complete, though it is on the brink.
I hope my thoughts have been made known
And love for you, Oh Bed, my own.

Our bond of friendship, quite robust
Though never stated or discussed
Has helped through many trials fierce
Though darkest doubts my soul would pierce

But yet you comfort and abide
And e’en through nights when I have cried
Your pillow soft and mattress firm
Your love for me doth still affirm

And so this poem to you I write
A thank you note for every night
That covers warm have held me through
the night, another sun to view.

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