But for the grace of God, there go I;
My life could never pass the test.
And by the grace of God, Jesus for me died.
God gave to me His Best.
My sin went before me everywhere;
Its load of condemnation I could not bear.
Then He turned my eyes to His sacrifice,
Paid all of my debt and gave me eternal life.
Now by the grace of God, here am I;
Receiving God's peace and rest.
—by Eric Foy
As one might imagine, contracting COVID-19 and being sent to your room for ten days is a thing that generates extra opportunity to spend time doing mildly entertaining or marginally beneficial stuff, and stuff.
I will be updating this document in the days to come, so stay tuned for a gripping nail-biter: the story of one man's harrowing trip through Wuhan-land, all inside his own home...
God has come down!
Taking on mortality and dying flesh,
The Christ has visited us!
The burden he carried to the cross, no one can know.
He cared what we thought, lifting all our baggage
of prejudice and pride, yet
knowing how we would respond
to His truth.
He loved us to His death,
knowing we might not respond.
But to those who do, He holds out His hand
of forgiveness and grace,
A fountain of life for those who can bring
themselves to value His gift.
Eternal life! and nothing less.
So, today we were talking about how there is no such thing as "twice as slow," or, "twice as cold." This idiom is a favorite pet peeve of mine, because it is so utterly meaningless, yet when someone says it, you somehow know exactly what they mean. They simply mean, "Dang! It's really cold today." Or, "Dude, you are reeeaallly moving slow, even compared to that other slow guy!"
Proof of God's existence is given by the fact that anyone asks whether He exists.
What is the smallest knowable piece of information? I find this consideration a most worthy thought exercise. There are several closely related questions:
What is the meaning of "knowable?"
If, by "information," we mean, "an answer to a question," then must the question be added to the required information content of the answer?
There once was a man who went out one day
To seek and to find his chosen bride.
He knew, once he chose her, that he would then be true
To her and to himself, there was no other course.
For his love, once pronounced, was irrevocable;
He would persist, no matter what, forever without remorse.
I wonder if Christian wives are generally unable, or just summarily unwilling to see their husbands' situation from his own point of view.
The Word of God has not charged the wife with the responsibility of providing for her family, saying that she is worse than an unbeliever if she fails or lacks diligence. Wives don't wake up each morning with that burden placed upon them by God Almighty.
God has not said to them, "Love your husband, as Christ Loved the church, laying down His life for him."
The whispering hush
Of the breeze through the rushes
On the shores of Emmigrant Lake.
A hot summer day
With our feet in red clay
Molding patties on the rocks there to bake.
A more innocent time
And the world was more kind
To a kid growing up, singing, and laughing,
And running through the shadows of the Siskiyous.