dual personalities

Tag: scriptures

“Teach me, Lord, to number my days that I may get a heart of wisdom”*

by chuckofish

Today we celebrate the birthday of our firstborn, lovely daughter #1!

We will toast her today and through the weekend! What a blessing our adult children are to us!

Happy birthday, precious cupcake of love!

I will say that nothing makes a person realize how life speeds by more than one’s own children reaching their own age milestones. In this vein, I enjoyed this reminder that life is too brief to waste. “[A] heart of wisdom recognizes that while each day of mortal life is very brief, it is profoundly significant because its minutes and hours are priceless. Each brief day of mortal life counts, not just for an earthly life well-lived, but for eternity.”

And for all of us who stress about the current state of the world, let us take heart and read Psalm 2:

Why do the nations rage
    and the peoples plot in vain?
The kings of the earth set themselves,
    and the rulers take counsel together,
    against the Lord and against his Anointed, saying,
“Let us burst their bonds apart
    and cast away their cords from us.”

He who sits in the heavens laughs;
    the Lord holds them in derision.
Then he will speak to them in his wrath,
    and terrify them in his fury, saying,
“As for me, I have set my King
    on Zion, my holy hill.”

I will tell of the decree:
The Lord said to me, “You are my Son;
    today I have begotten you.
Ask of me, and I will make the nations your heritage,
    and the ends of the earth your possession.
You shall break them with a rod of iron
    and dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.”

10 Now therefore, O kings, be wise;
    be warned, O rulers of the earth.
11 Serve the Lord with fear,
    and rejoice with trembling.
12 Kiss the Son,
    lest he be angry, and you perish in the way,
    for his wrath is quickly kindled.
Blessed are all who take refuge in him.

* Psalm 90:12

An habitation of dragons

by chuckofish

Last night as I awakened as usual at 4:15 a.m. (why?), I reached over to my bedside table and picked up The Mortification of Sin by the Puritan John Owen. (I am not ashamed to say the edition I have is abridged and “made easy to read” by Richard Rushing.) You may laugh and say, well, that must have put you back to sleep à toute vitesse, but actually I read for about an hour.

As you know, John Owen (1616 – 1683) was an English Noncorformist church leader, theologian, and academic administrator at the University of Oxford. He was also an aide and chaplain to Oliver Cromwell. The Mortification of Sin grew out of a series of sermons he preached while serving as Dean of Christ Church and Vice-Chancellor of Oxford. 

Let, then, thy soul by faith be exercised with such thoughts and apprehensions as these: “I am a poor, weak creature; unstable as water, I cannot excel. This corruption is too hard for me, and is at the very door of ruining my soul; and what to do I know not. My soul is become as parched ground, and an habitation of dragons. I have made promises and broken them; vows and engagements have been as a thing of nought. Many persuasions have I had that I had got the victory and should be delivered, but I am deceived; so that I plainly see, that without some eminent succour and assistance, I am lost, and shall be prevailed on to an utter relinquishment of God. But yet, though this be my state and condition, let the hands that hang down be lifted up, and the feeble knees be strengthened. Behold, the Lord Christ, that hath all fulness of grace in his heart, all fulness of power in his hand, he is able to slay all these his enemies. There is sufficient provision in him for my relief and assistance. He can take my drooping, dying soul and make me more than a conqueror.

Heady stuff, I know, but far superior to scrolling on your phone in the middle of the night. Sinclair Ferguson says, yes, read John Owen on the mortification of sin, but turn to your Scriptures first, and that is good advice. I am currently reading the Psalms in my reading-the-Bible-in-a-year plan. The Psalms never disappoint–especially in the dark recesses of the night.

I sought the Lord, and he answered me
    and delivered me from all my fears.

–Psalm 34:4

And here’s good news: Epic, Tim Challies’ video series about his round-the-world three-year journey, spanning multiple continents and some of the most unusual places in the world, is available and free to watch on YouTube. In it he searches for thirty-three carefully selected objects that help us understand the long and complicated history of Christianity. I watched the first episode where he travels to Jerusalem and Rome and the second where he goes to England. In that one he visits the cemetery where John Bunyan and John Owen are buried. I really enjoyed both episodes. I hope you do too.

Oh, and the cicadas have arrived. I had to sweep a lot of shells off the front porch!

Have a good day! If the weather allows, get outside and chuck a ball around.

“Take my life and let it be/consecrated, Lord, to thee”*

by chuckofish

Happy Labor Day!

“I don’t give jobs, I hire men.” This scene from McClintock seems relevant.

Only, let every one lead the life which the Lord has assigned to him, and in which God has called him. This is my rule in all the churches. “

I Cor. 7:17

The sermon yesterday was on I Corinthians 7:17-24. The preacher was Dr. Daniel Doriani, a well known Presbyterian in our community and a blogger at TGC. It was excellent–all about how God calls us to faith and union with Christ and to places and roles, about living faithfully in our callings and where God has put us. You can read his Work: Foundational Truths for Uncertain Times here. Again, it is wonderful to leave church feeling ebullient and ready to face the week. It has been literally years since I felt that way after church.

Meanwhile, Miss Katie needs to “work” on her table manners…

Speaking of nutballs, we had not seen the wee babes for a couple of weeks, so we were glad they could come over for a Labor Day BBQ with their parents on Sunday. It was a beautiful day, sunny and in the 70s with low humidity. We sat outside and enjoyed the sunshine. When we came inside they wreaked havoc as usual.

In other news, daughter #1 and I went to one estate sale on Saturday where I found an old issue of the From Mary to You alumnae magazine from 1969 which I bought for a dollar and thoroughly enjoyed reading. There was a photo of our pater in a coonskin cap being uncharacteristically goofy in his AP U.S. class…

and a photo of moi in a seventh grade play …

I think that is my friend Harriet second from the left with a veil. I am second from the right (I think). I have no memory of this play, ‘The Paduan Berets’ by Pirandello. Zut alors! Weren’t we sophisticated? (Actually, no, not really.)

So if you have the day off today, enjoy it.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.

I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.

Ecclesiastes 9:10-11

*Hymn #585, Frances R. Havergal, 1874