Sanctification is a work of God’s grace, whereby they whom God hath, before the foundation of the world, chosen to be holy, are in time, through the powerful operation of his Spirit  applying the death and resurrection of Christ unto them, renewed in their whole man after the image of God; having the seeds of repentance unto life, and all other saving graces, put into their hearts, and those graces so stirred up, increased, and strengthened, as that they more and more die unto sin, and rise unto newness of life.
Updated on Saturday, November 3, 2007 at 10:26PM by rebecca
Here are notes from another of Donald Carson’s sermons, What is the Gospel? This one was preached last May at the 2007 Gospel Coalition Conference. I suggest you listen to the sermon for yourself and use my notes as a supplement to help you remember what you heard.
The fragmentation of the church in the west has led to a fragmented understanding of the gospel.
Common Misunderstandings of the Gospel
- The gospel is reduced to a narrow set of teachings about the death and resurrection of Christ, which rightly believed, tip people into the kingdom. After that, the real training and transformation, discipleship and maturity take place. This view is much narrower than the biblical view, in which the gospel is the embracing category which holds much of the bible together, encompassing lostness and condemnation, through reconciliation and conversion, through to the consummation and the resurrection.
Today’s hymn is one of Brandon’s favorites. Unfortunately, many of us are only familiar with the last stanza, which we know as the Doxology, or the Old 100th.
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Thy precious time misspent, redeem,
Each present day thy last esteem,
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
By influence of the Light divine
Let thy own light to others shine.
Reflect all Heaven’s propitious ways
In ardent love, and cheerful praise.
In conversation be sincere;
Keep conscience as the noontide clear;
Think how all seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.
All praise to Thee, who safe has kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake
I may of endless light partake.
Heav’n is, dear Lord, where’er Thou art,
O never then from me depart;
For to my soul ’tis hell to be
But for one moment void of Thee.
Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew.
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
I would not wake nor rise again
And Heaven itself I would disdain,
Wert Thou not there to be enjoyed,
And I in hymns to be employed.
Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
—-Thomas Ken (Listen.)Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:
- O For a Faith That Will Not Shrink at Above the Clouds
- Give Me the Bible at joythruChrist
- The Collect for the Seventh Sunday after Trinity at Magic Statistics
- Rescue the Perishing at The Happy Wonderer
- Awake, My Soul, and With the Sun (How’s that for serendipity?) at Thoughts from the Teahouse. Lisa gives us some history of this hymn.
- We Rest on Thee, Our Shield and Our Defender at John Dekker’s Journal
- Fairest Lord Jesus at Reflections of the Times
- Lord’s Day 29, 2007 at The Thirsty Theologian
…but you probably didn’t even know I was gone, did you?
Once again, I spent a weekend without an internet connection, but posting has been sporadic here lately, so you probably didn’t even notice anything different.
I did not waste the downtime. I shopped for a new fridge, primed a deck, washed and waxed the car, cleaned a bookshelf, whipped up four kitchen towels from an old tablecloth, read a book, and listened to What is the Gospel? by Don Carson, taking some notes which I will post here either tonight or tomorrow.
I’ll post the Sunday hymn later, too, but right now there is a chair on the deck with my name on it.
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am,
That my offences course it in a ring.
My thoughts are working like a busy flame,
Until their cockatrice they hatch and bring:
And when they once have perfected their draughts,1
My words take fire from my inflamed thoughts.
My words take fire from my inflamed thoughts,
Which spit it forth like the Sicilian hill.2
They vent their wares, and pass them with their faults,
And by their breathing ventilate the ill.
But words suffice not, where are lewd intentions:
My hands do join to finish the inventions.
My hands do join to finish the inventions:
And so my sins ascend three stories high,
As Babel grew, before there were dissentions.
Let ill deeds loiter not: for they supply
New thoughts of sinning: wherefore, to my shame,
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am.
1At Christian Classics Ethereal Library they define draught as
[d]rawing or pulling. The act of pulling, as with horses…. The act of pulling a net to catch fish or birds. Also the catch from the net.
I’d think it more likely means “a current of air,” since, for one thing, the word is not used as a verb here, but a noun, and for another, Herbert is referring to starting a fire. What say ye?
2 According to CCEL, this refers to Mount Etna.
George Herbert poetry posted previously:
or Saturday’s Old Photo on Wednesday.
Saturday’s have been busy, so I’ve skipped the old photo post for the last few weeks. But I miss writing those posts, so this week we’ll have an old photo on Wednesday. Sorry if that messes with your rigid blog reading schedule.
This is a photo of hubby and his oldest and best friend Steve, who lives in Petersburg, Alaska. The picture was taken in August, sometime in the 1990s, but don’t press me for the exact year. As you can see, they’ve been halibut fishing, something they did together every August, if they could manage it. Keith, and anyone else from the family who was free, would travel by road to Skagway and by ferry to Petersburg for a visit with Steve and his family.
Steve owns a nice little skiff and the fishing is always good in Petersburg. The halibut hanging there in the middle was Keith’s catch. It weighed 124 lbs, and was the largest a halibut, according the guys on the wharf, that had been brought in so far that year.
A halibut has very little waste, so a 124-pound halibut fills two very large coolers with filleted steaks, enough to serve halibut once a week to a family of six for a whole year. Halibut, in case you’ve not tasted it, is a mild tasting, white meat fish. That means almost no one hates it, although those of us who grew up eating northern pike find it a little too unfishy and prefer the more oily fish with a stronger taste, like salmon.
The year after this photo was taken, the trip to Petersburg resulted in an even larger catch—a 147 pound halibut—but the claim to bragging rights for that one was contested. Keith hooked what he thought was a big one and asked Steve, fishing on the other side of the skiff, for help bringing it in. But just as Steve started to come over, he hooked a big one, too. So they had to work independently to bring in their big fish, each doing the fish and fisherman fighting dance required to get the really big ones.
At some point in the process, they noticed that when Keith’s fish was out, Steve was bringing his fish in; and when Steve fish was out, Keith could bring his fish in. Yep, the big guy (or girl, since the big ones are usually female) had gone for the bait on both lines and they’d each hooked it. It was one big fish caught on two lines, something that helped them eventually get it to the boat. Replaying it afterwards, they came to the conclusion that having the fish hooked on both lines was they only way they would have been able to bring in a 147 pound fighting fish.
Replaying it afterwards, they worked out the perfect plan for divying up the bragging rights, too: In Petersburg, the fish was Steve’s catch; in Whitehorse, it was Keith’s.
And in answer to the question in the title, yes, they shoot halibut, at least the big ones. That halibut are almost all meat means they are almost all muscle, and 100 pounds of flopping fish muscle can break bones. So fishermen either club halibut with a flying gaff while they are still in the water, or if they are really big, they shoot them.
Here is a photo of Chris’s halibut (see comments), caught last Friday. It measured out at around 150 pounds. Chris is on the left photo and his brother-in-law is on the right.
And now you see what the other side of a halibut looks like.
Adoption is an act of the free grace of God, in and for his only Son Jesus Christ, whereby all those that are justified are received into the number of his children, have his name put upon them, the Spirit of his Son given to them, are under his fatherly care and dispensations, admitted to all the liberties and privileges of the sons of God, made heirs of all the promises, and fellow heirs with Christ in glory.
Today’s hymn is the favorite of Kara in Kugluktuk, who just welcomed a new son to the household.
My favorite is a Christmas one—Hark the Herald Angels Sing. I could sing that anytime of year!
So I guess we’re having Christmas in July!
Hark! The herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!”
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th’angelic host proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem!”
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”
Christ, by highest Heav’n adored;
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time, behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail th’incarnate Deity,
Pleased with us in flesh to dwell,
Jesus our Emmanuel.
Hail the heav’nly Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris’n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die.
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Come, Desire of nations, come,
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Rise, the woman’s conqu’ring Seed,
Bruise in us the serpent’s head.
Now display Thy saving power,
Ruined nature now restore;
Now in mystic union join
Thine to ours, and ours to Thine.
Adam’s likeness, Lord, efface,
Stamp Thine image in its place:
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in Thy love.
Let us Thee, though lost, regain,
Thee, the Life, the inner man:
O, to all Thyself impart,
Formed in each believing heart.
—-Charles Wesley (Listen.)
- My Faith Looks Up to Thee at Above the Clouds
- Come, Christians Join to Sing at Seasonings of the Heart
- Lord’s Day 28, 2007 at The Thirsty Theologian
- When Comes the Golden Sunset at joythruChrist
- The Collect for the Six Sunday after Trinity at Magic Statistics
- The Lily of the Valley at The Happy Wonderer
- Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing at Thoughts from the Teahouse
- O Lord, How Are My Foes Increased? at John Dekker’s Journal
[This is another popular post from my blogging past—probably the second most popular one. It was linked by a baby care site—one I hadn’t heard of previously and don’t remember—that sent me several hundreds hits a day for a month or so. These potty training rules continue to bring people to the old blog, referred from searches for “potty training.”
This is the method I used for training the last three of my children. The firstborn? She’s the kid I fussed over, bungling things up in a big way, and from whom I learned the potty training lessons that I applied successfully to the other three.]
From Rebecca’s Rule Book
I bet you didn’t know I have a rule book, did you? Well, I do. It’s impossible to raise four kids and not have a rule book to show for it. From the chapter on potty training, I give you these surefire steps.
- Wait until the child is two and a half. Or two and a halfish. If you live where there are four seasons, wait until the spring/summer/nice weather nearest the two and a half milestone.
- Make a trip to buy several pairs of toddler underwear bearing the likenesses of things beloved to the trainee. Don’t think you can substitute Pull-Ups! Pull-Ups, no matter how many gimmicks they add, can work against successful toilet training.
- Don’t allow the precious panties to be worn yet. (Admiration, however, is encouraged.) Tell your trainee that these special unmentionables are being saved for that hallmark day when they begin using the toilet (or a tree) like mommy and daddy do.
- Put the potty chair away. Go straight to more grown up receptacles like flush toilets. Unless, of course, you have some compelling reason to disregard this rule. Like, “But potty chairs are so cute,” or “I really prefer dumping to flushing.”
- Wake up one day and say to yourself, “This is the day.” It’ll work best if this is a day with weather fine for staying outdoors and a day when you can stay home, but you can also opt for a day when you feel up to tolerating puddles indoors.
- Dress the trainee in the cherished underwear and a t-shirt. Any more clothing is counterproductive.
- Go outdoors to play and wait for the first accident. Sympathize with the child over the wet underwear. Help the little one change to a new pair of similarly loved undies and have them put the old, wet ones in the hamper. Mention in passing that if the child feels like they need to pee, they can tell you and you will help them go in the toilet so the beautiful undies don’t get wet. Resist the urge to say much more than this, and avoid at all cost the question, “Do you need to go yet?”
- Repeat step 7 as many times as necessary, for as many days as necessary. You will probably be surprised how few times step 7 needs to be repeated.
- If your child is male and you have a private yard, feel free to encourage the use of a tree or fence post instead of the toilet. This will add to the potty training ease for you and the fun for him. You can always civilize him later, if necessary. If you do go this route, you may want to mention to the little guy that the parking meters on Main St. are not exactly the same thing as fence posts. And while we’re on the subject of prudent warnings, it’s also best to remind your potty trainee that the demo toilets in Home Depot are not for emergency use. With my own eyes I’ve seen the results of both these misunderstandings, and while they were certainly amusing, most of us would prefer to get this sort of shopping entertainment from other people’s children rather than our own.
- There isn’t really a step 10. There IS a money-back guarantee of success. If you follow these steps religiously and your child still goes to kindergarten in diapers, please write for a refund.
Another contribution to the Recipe Round Up from a non-blogger:
Here’s a great summer salad recipe:
4 cups broccoli slaw (or rainbow — broccoli, califlower and carrot slaw)
2 large red peppers, thinly sliced (about 2 cups)
4 medium carrots, shredded (about 2 cups)
1 can pineapple tidbits, drained (or mandarin oranges drained)
1 cup chicken breast cooked and cut up
1/2 cup creamy poppyseed dressing
1/4 cup cashews (or peanuts or almonds)
Combine all ingredients except dressing and cashews in large bowl.
Add dressing; toss to coat.
Sprinkle with cashews just before serving.
This is a great way to use leftover chicken. And because it’s all cold, you don’t heat up the kitchen in the summertime.
Check out the other salad recipes in today’s Recipe Round Up.