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You've heard the phrase "in the world, but not of the world." How do we associate with unbelievers, without being molded by their perspective on life, and losing our zeal and spiritual fervor?
Recent Entries
Making Sense Of It AllJanuary 30, 2012
Where are things headed? Is there rhyme and reason to the endless cycle of summer, fall, winter and spring? Is there a plan in place, or is randomness the explanation?
Suffering Saints
January 25, 2012
We get nervous thinking about it - suffering for the sake of Christ. How necessary is it, and what does it produce in us?
George Herbert on Prayer Meetings
January 21, 2012
Prayer Meetings are a thing of the past. Or so it seems. What has been lost? Maybe more than we realize.
When Fear Is Good
January 7, 2012
NO FEAR, we are told. And the point is well taken. But fear can be healthy, at least when it comes to eternal matters.
Happy, Happy, Happy
January 4, 2012
The declaration of independence holds up the pursuit of happiness as a right. Did you ever consider the reading the bible might be the one source that will never let you down?
The Twelve Signs Of Grace
December 22, 2011
Self-examination is not easy to do. The tendency is to let ourselves off easy. But examine we must, for eternity is at stake.
"Ouch!!"
July 22, 2011
Spiritual pride is hard to detect. Jonathan Edwards gives some tips. The process can be painful, but necessary.
The Company We Keep
October 10, 2008
A companion of fools suffers harm. Proverbs 13:20
Henry Martyn went to India as a missionary in the first part of the 19th century, and we have available to us much of his wonderful journaling. In a letter dated January 10, 1809, he bemoans his present spiritual condition, and sets the blame squarely on the company he has been keeping of late:
"Your letter....found me in much the same spiritual state as you describe yourself to be in; though your description, no doubt, belongs more properly to me. I no longer hesitate to ascribe my stupor and formality to its right cause - my unwatchfulness in worldly company.
I thought that any temptation arising from the society of the people of the world, at least of such as we have had, was not worthy of notice; but I find myself mistaken. The frequent occasions of being among them of late, have proved a snare to my corrupt heart.
Instead of returning with a more elastic spring to severe duties, as I expected, my heart wants more idleness, more dissipation. David Brainerd in the wilderness - what a contrast to Henry Martyn!
But God be thanked, that a start now and then interrupts the slumber. I hope to be up, and about my Master's business; to cast off the works of darkness, and to be spiritually-minded, which alone is life and peace.
But what a dangerous country it is that we are in; hot weather or cold, all is softness and luxury; all a conspiracy to lull us to sleep in the lap of pleasure. While we pass over this enchanted ground, call, brother, whenever you can and ask, "Is all well?" We are as shepherds keeping watch over our flocks by night; if we fall asleep, what is to become of them!"
Henry Martyn went to India as a missionary in the first part of the 19th century, and we have available to us much of his wonderful journaling. In a letter dated January 10, 1809, he bemoans his present spiritual condition, and sets the blame squarely on the company he has been keeping of late:
"Your letter....found me in much the same spiritual state as you describe yourself to be in; though your description, no doubt, belongs more properly to me. I no longer hesitate to ascribe my stupor and formality to its right cause - my unwatchfulness in worldly company.
I thought that any temptation arising from the society of the people of the world, at least of such as we have had, was not worthy of notice; but I find myself mistaken. The frequent occasions of being among them of late, have proved a snare to my corrupt heart.
Instead of returning with a more elastic spring to severe duties, as I expected, my heart wants more idleness, more dissipation. David Brainerd in the wilderness - what a contrast to Henry Martyn!
But God be thanked, that a start now and then interrupts the slumber. I hope to be up, and about my Master's business; to cast off the works of darkness, and to be spiritually-minded, which alone is life and peace.
But what a dangerous country it is that we are in; hot weather or cold, all is softness and luxury; all a conspiracy to lull us to sleep in the lap of pleasure. While we pass over this enchanted ground, call, brother, whenever you can and ask, "Is all well?" We are as shepherds keeping watch over our flocks by night; if we fall asleep, what is to become of them!"
