She had one of those first-grade voices that just doesn’t carry at all, nor would I expect it to. She is one of the smallest children in the first grade class in which I was called upon as a substitute today at the last moment. It was a joy to return to the class because this class was my first experience on the elementary level. I remember being terrorized for most of the day. Not because the class was any worse than any other class, but my expectations of what was required were completely unrealistic. What I mean by that is that at the high school level, the teacher gives you a movie to show the students, or a test, or a paper that will keep them busy while you read a novel, surf the internet on your iPhone and feel completely worthless in your role of supervision.
My Dad sent me the link on this one and knew that I would love it. Bill Whittle visited Texas last November and found that there are parts of the country that are still free, unlike the nanny-state he lives in, California.
I’m about a third of the way through Bill O’Reilly’s Killing Jesus, which has been widely purchased since its release several months ago. Just O’Reilly’s popularity among so many evangelicals and his earlier books, Killing Lincoln and Killing Kennedy, ensured that this third installment would be a success. I really don’t care for O’Reilly’s politics, shows or most of what he writes. I think he is a good moderate, worthless when it comes to it. So reading his book is a bit of surprise to me. I didn’t buy the book, but a friend sent it to me in order to get my take on the book.
Just reading the introduction was almost enough to make me toss it in the trash. I’m glad that I didn’t. Not that O’Reilly is correct on his views of Christ and the world in which he lived, but he does an excellent job in recounting the history and the world of the First Century. He gives us background on what is taking place in Rome and Jerusalem. He brings us to the crossroads of Christ’s death and all the political currents that helped bring about Christ’s death. What he fails to do is see God’s hand in any of it.
I had the wonderful opportunity to teach the same group of third graders for the fifth time today. I knew they would all be glad to see me just as I was glad to see them. Subbing is a lot easier when you get a chance to know the children in the classroom. I was definitely looking forward to the day.
Again, I was listening to another excellent sermon by Voddie Baucham yesterday and he pointed out the falsehood that so many use in their attempt to destroy the doctrine of election from 2 Peter 3:8-9.
But, beloved, do not forget this one thing, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. 9 The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us,[a] not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.
Using verse 9 alone, many make the argument that God doesn’t want anyone to go to hell. They see it as support for their position that only the only people who go to hell are those who refuse to turn to Christ in repentance.
You will often hear me talk about the state of the American pulpit on my blog from time to time. I believe the pulpit is in a horrid state with men in it that do not belong, or they fail to recognize the responsibility that they have been given. Case in point: here is a video of a Lutheran pastor giving a 1-minute sermon so he could leave the church and get home in time for the NFC football game between the San Francisco 49ers and the Carolina Panthers.
I have been listening to the sermons on the book of Revelation at Grace Family Baptist Church, a Reformed Baptist church for several months and I can’t express just how comforting those sermons are to me in this world that is filled with so much depravity. Even though there are all these judgments taking place in the book of Revelation, we see God’s hand in all of it. I believe all the judgments found there are and have been taking place since Christ’s first ascension and His final judgment will occur once He returns in all His glory.
For those who like a Stevie Wonder, one of my favorites by him:
And for those more serious, here is Supertramp’s Fool’s Overture, which features Winston Churchill with one of his more famous speeches. This is the live version, with full orchestra. It’s quite beautiful, and sad at the same time.
Sam Storms has an excellent piece on what he wished he had known 40 years ago when he entered the ministry. How many of us love this idea? To know… To know… O how wonderful it would have been to know before the crisis arrived, before the disappointment, before the heart ache.
But … we are not omniscient. Most of us struggle to be partially scient. Even when we do know, often act like we don’t.
I felt my vest vibrate and saw the white flash that accompanies being hit. Someone across the vast range had hit me from a distance. I could see them hiding behind one of the multiple shields placed around the room. I ducked behind a shield as well and noticed that Joey was at my side. He had been there the entire time, just like I told him to do. We were in battle and we needed to stick together.
I took the boys over to College Station on Tuesday in order to bowl for Andy’s birthday. Once the boys found out that there was a laser tag arena, that is all they wanted to play. I was somewhat skeptical, never having played before. I wanted to bowl. Just given my size alone guarantees at least 2 strikes per game. I also love to bowl. Between golf and bowling, I always score about the same, which isn’t good, but at least I’m consistent.
It was just a simple map of the ranch, although the names of every thing on the ranch were a bit odd. There was the Blue Creek Fortress instead of Pop’s house, the cottage was called the guard shack, the road out front didn’t head to Brenham or Navasota, but to Rivendale or the Shire. The barn was Baby Sister’s Keep, the ponds were Lake Pleasant for the front one, and Poison Lake for the back one. Mount Doom rested on the back part of the property just about the same location as my father’s burn pile. And every grouping of trees had some mystical, elven sounding name. There was Myrkwood Forrest, Elven Woods, Samwise Garden and one area of trees with the warning: Trolls Hideout.