Entries from September 1, 2007 - October 1, 2007

Sunday's Hymn: Reader's Choice

This hymn was chosen by Rosemary, who gave me a list of her favorite hymns. Several of her favorites have already been featured, but this one hasn’t, and it’s a good one that has a couple of affirmations of the imputation of Christ’s righteousness for our justification. Can you find them?

My Hope Is Built (The Solid Rock)

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame1,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.

Refrain
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

 —-Edward Mote (Listen.)

1You’ll find a discussion of the term “sweetest frame” at the old blog. 

Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:

Have you posted a hymn this Sunday and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by emailing me at the address in the sidebar and I’ll add your post to the list. If you’d like to see your favorite hymn featured as a Reader’s Choice hymn, go here and leave a comment. Just tell me your favorite hymn and a little bit about why you like it and I’ll feature your hymn when your turn comes. But you’d better do it soon, because we’re coming to an end of the list of the already suggested favorite hymns!
Posted on Sunday, September 30, 2007 at 12:12PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments2 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Saturday's Old Photo

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We don’t have very many old photos from my husband’s side of the family, and the ones we do have have been reprinted from already developed photos instead of negatives, so the quality is not good. This one is of Keith’s mother and father, Albin Stark and Ann Louise Peterson, with their first child (invisible, almost) who, incidentally, grew up to be an occasional commenter on this blog.
 
One of the fun things about photos of the grandparents when they were young is that you can look for family resemblances in the grandchildren. Everyone always said that Keith looked just like his dad Albin—and he does—but with youngest son the resemblance is even stronger. Youngest son’s hair is exactly the same—dark and curly—while Keith’s was lighter brown and straighter. Youngest son’s build, nose, mouth, eyes, hands, and swarthy Mediterranean complexion—everything, really—are all very similar to his granddad’s.
 
Youngest daughter may look a little like her grandmother, and in some photos (not so much this one), oldest daughter does as well. 
 
Both grandparents were born to immigrant parents. Albin’s parents were Slovenian and Ann Louise’s were Norwegian. The only family recipe I have from that side of the family is one for pasty, which, according to Wikipedia, originated in Cornwall, United Kingdom. There is, however, a good explanation for that seemingly odd traditional food. Both grandparents grew up on Minnesota’s Cuyuna Iron Range, one of the areas world-wide where Cornish miners brought their “expertise and traditions”, including their pasty recipes.
Posted on Saturday, September 29, 2007 at 08:01PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments1 Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

In Ukraine

Columbine reminds us that tomorrow (Sunday) is election day in Ukraine.

This is a very serious election. Tensions are high around the country. It will be interesting to see how it all plays out tomorrow and the next few days afterward.

…So, if you think of it, pray for Ukraine tomorrow.

She points us to this story, as an example.

If you are interested in missions (and you should be), I recommend Columbine’s blog as a place to get a glimpse into the challenges of daily life for a missionary couple. Lately, she’s been fixing up their flat a little, mostly with paint and elbow grease. It’s a lot more complicated for her than it is for me when I paint a room. I can choose my paint color, drive down to the hardware store, color sample in hand, and come back 2o minutes later with exactly what I need to complete the job. Not so for Columbine.

Posted on Saturday, September 29, 2007 at 02:14PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments1 Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Promotion

The Pyros made a polished production of the pomo posters.

Posted on Friday, September 28, 2007 at 03:54PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | CommentsPost a Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Sweet

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright!
The bridal of the earth and sky—
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season’d timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.

 —-George Herbert

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Posted on Thursday, September 27, 2007 at 03:21PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in , | CommentsPost a Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

The Weather Is Gloomy

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but the landscape is not.  

Posted on Wednesday, September 26, 2007 at 09:51PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments6 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Shall all men die?

Death being threatened as the wages of sin,[1] it is appointed unto all men once to die;[2] for that all have sinned.[3]

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Posted on Tuesday, September 25, 2007 at 02:27PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | CommentsPost a Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Theological Term of the Week

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This is  a new feature I’m introducing. Once a week I hope to give a very brief explanation of a theological term, include a few quotes on it, and link to some resources that may explain the term and the issues around it more fully.

Perspicuity of Scripture

This is the older term for what is now most often called the clarity of scripture.1 It is the teaching that the ordinary reader can understand from scripture what God requires as long as they are willing to seek God’s help to understand and obey it. It does not mean that the scripture contains no passages that may be difficult to understand or that all passages are equally clear.

  • From the Westminster Confession of Faith,  chapter 1, section 7

All things in Scripture are not alike plain in themselves, nor alike clear unto all; yet those things which are necessary to be known, believed, and observed, for salvation, are so clearly propounded and opened in some place of Scripture or other, that not only the learned, but the unlearned, in a due use of the ordinary means, may attain unto a sufficient understanding of them.

  • From Martin Luther, Bondage of the Will
But, if many things still remain abstruse to many, this does not arise from obscurity in the Scriptures, but from [our] own blindness or want [i.e. lack] of understanding, who do not go the way to see the all-perfect clearness of the truth… Let, therefore, wretched men cease to impute, with blasphemous perverseness, the darkness and obscurity of their own heart to the all-clear scriptures of God… If you speak of the internal clearness, no man sees one iota in the Scriptures, but he that hath the Spirit of God… If you speak of the external clearness, nothing whatever is left obscure or ambiguous; but all things that are in the Scriptures, are by the Word brought forth into the clearest light, and proclaimed to the whole world.
The unfolding of your words gives light;
it imparts understanding to the simple.

Learn more

  1. From Theopedia: The Clarity of Scripture  (This is the source of the Martin Luther quote above.)
  2. From Blue Letter Bible: What Is The Clarity of Scripture? (Perpescuity)
  3. From Wayne Grudem: The Clarity of Scripture (mp3)
 1 One thing is clear about perspicuity: It is commonly misspelled. In an older handbook to Christian doctrine that I have (and that I shall not identify by name) it is spelled perpiscuity. A Google search for that same misspelling yields many articles on the perpiscuity of scripture. In the article at Blue Letter Bible….well, see for yourself. And they are not alone, either. Yet another reason to embrace clarity, right?
Posted on Monday, September 24, 2007 at 08:48PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments8 Comments | References1 Reference | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Sunday's Hymn: Reader's Choice

Neil chose this hymn from the Believers Hymn Book. He kindly left all the words for us, assuming it was not well-known. I think he might be right, since I’m not familiar with it. Are you?

My Redeemer

My Redeemer, oh, what beauties
In that lovely name appear;
None but Jesus in His glories
Shall the honored title wear.
My Redeemer, my Redeemer,
Thou hast my salvation wrought.

Sunk in ruin, sin, and mis’ry,
Bound by Satan’s captive chain,
Guided by his artful treach’ry,
Hurrying on to endless pain,
My Redeemer, my Redeemer,
Plucked me as a brand from hell.

Mine by cov’nant, mine forever,
Mine by oath, and mine by blood;
Mine— nor time the bond shall sever,
Mine as an unchanging God.
My Redeemer, my Redeemer,
Oh, how sweet to call Thee mine!

When in heav’n I see Thy glory,
When before Thy throne I bow,
Perfected I shall be like Thee,
Fully Thy redemption know.
My Redeemer, my Redeemer,
Then shall hear me shout His praise.

—-Author unknown. Tune: Regent Square (Listen.) 

Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:

Have you posted a hymn this Sunday and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by emailing me at the address in the sidebar and I’ll add your post to the list. If you’d like to see your favorite hymn featured as a Reader’s Choice hymn, go here and leave a comment. Just tell me your favorite hymn and a little bit about why you like it and I’ll feature your hymn when your turn comes. But you’d better do it soon, because we’re coming to an end of the list of the already suggested favorite hymns!
Posted on Sunday, September 23, 2007 at 03:56PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | CommentsPost a Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Recommended for Listening II

Grudem%201-759359.jpgHere are a few more of Wayne Grudem’s Sunday school lessons based on his Systematic Theology that you might find helpful to you in your own Bible study:

One of Wayne Grudem’s gifts, you’ll find, is communicating in a way that almost anyone can understand, so even if you are a beginner on these issues, you won’t find these lectures too difficult for you.

(I recommended a few more of the mp3’s from this series here.)  

Posted on Friday, September 21, 2007 at 10:09AM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments1 Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint
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