“The preacher’s purpose is directed first of all towards God. He preaches in order that God may be glorified. The very act of declaring the Gospel is a praising and exalting of God in his mighty acts.”
Parker, Calvin’s Preaching, p. 46
Surprising Potential
The Deep Feels
“This poor woman’s poetry . . . was the kind of poetry that focused on how the poet felt. True, there was not much here to distinguish it from the vast watery sea of how all the other poets felt, but Taki-Smith had a peculiar genius for it. Her volume of verse that had won the Pulitzer Prize was not titled The Pale Parabola of Joy, but it might as well have been.”
About Twenty Yards Wide, to be Exact
“His grandfather was a revival preacher named Stump Hutchins from the Tupelo old school, and was capable, whenever he got going good, of preaching a pretty wide swath of blue ruin.”
So Let’s Call It the No Legal Footing Lock Down
Introduction: At the beginning of this month, I wrote about the scriptural understanding of quarantine. Take those principles as the base line. What we are currently doing does not line up with that description at all. As in, not even close. Better to be safe than sorry. And at least to me, it is interesting …
Grace Upon Grace
Nancy and I are currently living with my father, Jim Wilson, who is 92-years-old. After many years of fruitful ministry — teaching, writing, and evangelism — a number of years ago my father asked me what I thought he should do with the rest of his time. Without hesitating, I said, “Write your autobiography.” I …
Deadly, But Hard to See
“If that conversation had been the North Atlantic just several generations back, there would have been U-boats everywhere.” Flags Out Front, p. 117 ...
Letters About Our Close Call
Letter to the Editor: Concerning "One of Our Bees is Missing", you have probably answered this somewhere in the last couple of weeks, but if we had not shut anything down, how many thousands ...
Priced to Move
“Maria could see at a glance that Willow must have settled in on some peculiar kind of feminasty revenge and that she needed to be near Tom to do it. Her outfit was like a sale at Macy’s—forty percent off—and Maria started to fume, but then checked herself. No need, no need.”
One of Our Bees Is Missing
Introduction: Now that we have sprayed the whole jungle with Agent Orange in order to find out if anything nefarious was going on in there, the answers are starting to come back. Not any more. Say that in your best Inspector Clouseau voice. Not any more. Now that we survey the damage, along with the …
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