Archive for the ‘faith’ Category

hans holbein > the body of the dead Christ in the tomb

Friday, April 18th, 2014
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hans holbein 1520-1522

hans holbein 1520-1522

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new song > that sin

Monday, April 7th, 2014
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sin is the Blood of Satan

For this purpose the Son of God was manifested, that He might destroy the works of the devil. 1 John 3:8

God never lays the sin of the human race on anyone saving Himself; the revelation is not that God punished Jesus Christ for our sins, but that “Him who knew no sin He made to be sin on our behalf…” The relationship set up between Adam and the devil was self-realization, not immorality and vice, but, my claim to my right to myself, whether it is manifested in clean living or unclean living is a matter of indifference; sin is the fundamental relationship underneath. Sin is not wrong doing, it is wrong being, independence of God; God has taken the responsibility for its removal on the ground of the Redemption. The condemnation is not that a man is born with the heredity of sin; a man begins to get the seal of condemnation when he sees the Light and prefers the darkness (see John 3:19). The great miracle of the Redemption is that I can receive an absolutely new heredity, viz., Holy Spirit; and when that heredity begins to work out in me, I manifest in my mortal flesh the disposition of the Son of God.

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The Redemption is Gods battle unto death with sin.

DrF

that sin… keys, world beats, noise, lust, dissonance, the undoing, the briar strangling the rose, the beast, the cry, forgiveness, deliverance, a lively hope…

that sin

O Christ, have pity on all men when they come

Tuesday, March 25th, 2014
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Unto the border haunted of dismay;
When that they know not draweth very near–
The other thing, the opposite of day,
Formless and ghastly, sick, and gaping-dumb,
Before which even love doth lose his cheer:
O radiant Christ, remember then thy fear.

GM

study

Tuesday, February 18th, 2014
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Here are some quotes from Oswald Chambers, written in his work “Disciples Indeed“. I like the pragmatic and realistic approach to Christian discipline. Further – as always truth applies across discipline, so if you write, do music, paint, create art, or are working toward any goal that requires study, you will see applications in these nuggets of wisdom.

Study to begin with can never be easy; the determination to form systematic mental habits is the only secret. Don’t begin anything with reluctance.

Beware of any cleverness that keeps you from working. No one is born a worker; men are born poets and artists, but we have to make ourselves “laborers”.

The discipline of our mind is the one domain God has put in our keeping. It is impossible to be of any use to God if we are lazy. God won’t cure laziness, we have to cure it.

Inspiration won’t come irrespective of study, but only because of it. Don’t trust inspiration, use your own “axe” (Psalm 74:5). Work! Think! Don’t luxuriate on the mount!

The demand for inspiration is the measure of our laziness. Do things that don’t come by inspiration.
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produce!

Thursday, June 27th, 2013
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I too could now say to myself; be no longer a chaos, but a World, or even a Worldkin. Produce! Produce! Were it but the pitifullest, infinitesimal fraction of a product, produce it in Gods name! ‘Tis the utmost that thou has in thee? Out with it then! Up up! Whatsoever thy hand find to do, do it with thy whole might! Work while it is called to-day, for the night cometh, wherein no man can work.

Carlysle

Pieter Bruegel The Elder > Patientia (patience)

Sunday, May 26th, 2013
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Bruegel Patience 1557

Bruegel patience 1557

>in lower margin> Patience is the tranquil endurance of evils that assail you or happen to you.

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Patience gazes upward, holding a cross; she sits chained to a block, much like a prisoner awaiting execution. The landscape around her is overrun with fantastic creatures. Out of a large hollow egg at the edge of the river emerges a figure possibly meant to symbolize a papal envoy, as he wears a cardinals hat displaying the crossed keys of St Peter associated with the papal coat of arms, and a message or bull with dangling seals is inserted in his belt at the back. A man on horseback reads aloud what appears to be a papal bull, while a monk next to him holds a bundle of twigs over a blinded corpse in the river. A village with a church is burning. Under a covering in a large tree one monk meets with a prostitute and another fills a pitcher of wine. Beneath the tree hooded creatures dance. The river scape background with a village and a city visible in the distance presents a remarkably peaceful contrast to the unsettling scene in the foreground.
It seems clear from the clerical imagery that Bruegel intended to make a statement of some sort about contemporary religious conflict in the Netherlands. Some of the imagery may refer to the oppressive authority of the ecclesiastical establishment, while monks drinking and carousing in the tree certainly represent the dissolute life of some clerics. Bruegels own religious and political beliefs have long remained a puzzle, but in this print, at least, he revealed certain of his attitudes by making a plea for endurance and patience in the face of extremely oppressive political climate of the day. (click image below for high res)

patience

Is Jesus Christ the best musician ever?

Thursday, April 4th, 2013
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well… is he? I just listened to a message titled “our inner world” that challenged some of my thoughts on profession, knowledge and Christianity. The question I ask is in response to the question the speaker asks – and to be honest… and I mean brutally honest, my knee-jerk reaction is tainted somewhat with what Christ did as a person (I mean he was probably a good carpenter … right?), and not recognizing who He is in God… and looking at who we have as examples of excellence in any field or profession (too often rife with humanistic / nihilistic / impersonal / pagan beliefs)… I mean – considering;

1 Corinthians 1:24 But to those who believe Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God..

Colossians 2:3 For in Him are hid all of the treasures of wisdom and of knowledge.

Christ is the best computer scientist, lawyer, drummer, scholar, biologist, political scientist…and so on – right? I mean He holds all knowledge in every field that can be discovered – but today there is an “implicit” (not explicit) atmosphere that God had been disproved, especially in academia, but in all professions (even some religious)… anyway, this is good stuff, and I am convicted and humbled in how far I have to grow in Christ in my daily work. FYI – this file is transferred from a tape – so its a little dodgy on audio fidelity.

Shaping Our Inner World

more can be found here: dwillard.org

“Since I am coming to that holy room,

Wednesday, March 13th, 2013
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Where, with the choir of saints for evermore,
I shall be made thy music, as I come,
I tune the instrument here at the door;
And what I must do then, think here before.”

People talk about special providences.

Saturday, February 23rd, 2013
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I believe in the providences, but not in the specialty. I do not believe that God lets the thread of my affairs go for six days, and on the seventh evening takes it up for a moment. The so-called special providences are no exception to the rule—they are common to all men at all moments. But it is a fact that God’s care is more evident in some instances of it than in others to the dim and often bewildered vision of humanity. Upon such instances men seize and call them providences. It is well that they can; but it would be gloriously better if they could believe that the whole matter is one grand providence.

GM
Annals of a Quiet Neighborhood

a poem by Claudius

Tuesday, February 5th, 2013
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“I am content. In trumpet-tones,
My song, let people know.
And many a mighty man, with throne
And scepter, is not so.
And if he is, I joyful cry,
Why then, he’s just the same as I.

The Mogul’s gold, the Sultan’s show—
His bliss, supreme too soon,
Who, lord of all the world below,
Looked up unto the moon—
I would not pick it up—all that
Is only fit for laughing at.

My motto is—Content with this.
Gold-place—I prize not such.
That which I have, my measure is;
Wise men desire not much.
Men wish and wish, and have their will,
And wish again, as hungry still.

And gold and honor are besides
A very brittle glass;
And Time, in his unresting tides,
Makes all things change and pass;
Turns riches to a beggar’s dole;
Sets glory’s race an infant’s goal.

Be noble—that is more than wealth;
Do right—that’s more than place;
Then in the spirit there is health,
And gladness in the face;
Then thou art with thyself at one,
And, no man hating, fearest none.

I am content. In trumpet-tones,
My song, let people know.
And many a mighty man, with throne
And scepter, is not so.
And if he is, I joyful cry,
Why then, he’s just the same as I.”