From St. Bartholomew’s Church, New York City: God of Our Fathers.
Let this hymn serve as a timely reminder of the eternal majesty of God the Father, who made the heavens and the earth and all things in them: of whom it is rightly said, the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom. As Steve Brown often preached, “If you’re not a little bit afraid, then it’s not God you’re talking to.” For further information, revisit Isaiah Chapter 6.
A Global Atheist Conference scheduled for next February in Melbourne, Australia, has been cancelled due to “lack of interest” (https://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2017/11/16/global-atheist-convention-cancelled-for-lack-of-interest/).
Ain’t that a shame? And here they went and got two big-name guest speakers for it, too: Salman Rushdie, a former Muslim, and Richard Dawkins, who believes in space aliens.
The problem is, atheism is boring. It only acquires interest when they’re baiting Christians. Among themselves, they don’t have much to talk about. I mean, how many times can you say, “Boy are we smart!”
Did I mention Dawkins believes in space aliens? That’s how life on earth got started. Space aliens started it. How the space aliens’ life got started, he doesn’t say. This sort of thing might have been hard to parley into a whole conference.
(Thanks to Linda for the news tip)
This is the children’s choir at Truro Cathedral, in Cornwall; and this is hope. Our hope is in the Lord. Fairest Lord Jesus is an ancient hymn, but, as you can see, still full of life.
If you’re new to this blog, we like to start every day with a hymn or worship song, and we take requests. So if you have a favorite hymn you’d like to see posted here, just let me know.
With the ugliness of our current political season approaching a point beyond belief, now turn we unto God’s stuff: For the Beauty of the Earth, sung by Heather Prusse, packed with photos of God’s created beauty–preserved by Him, despite the fallen status of this world. The beauty is there for a reason: to testify that God is nigh.
I need all the assurance that My Lord can give me, all the time. And sometimes we can find it in a hymn. This is the Harpeth Gospel Quartet, with no musical instruments but their voices, singing Fanny Crosby’s Blessed Assurance. And the beautiful scenery on the background testifies that God is nigh.
This is a beautiful rendition by Alan Jackson: brings a tear to my eye. Sweet Hour of Prayer was one of the hymns my mother used to play on the record player as she did her housework. I’d hear it at Grandma’s house, too, from time to time. These loving memories stir my soul; and just at this moment I don’t think it’d be wise to try to talk about them out loud. Thank you, Mr. Jackson.
Well, here we go–the Church of England has ordered its 4,700 schools, serving a million pupils, to allow children “to experiment with gender identity” (http://www.itv.com/news/2017-11-13/church-schools-told-to-let-children-experiment-with-gender-identify/). Can you gimme hallelujah? So if you sent your kids to a Church of England school to protect him from the sex-obsessed Godlessness of public education–well, ha-ha-ha on you.
According to “new guidelines from the church,” children “must be allowed to identify as transgender.” Ultimately, explain the idiots in charge, this will “wipe out bullying.”
Verses from Romans spring to mind. “Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools” (1:22). And whatever happened to “And be not conformed to this world…”? (12:2) But of course the one verse today’s geniuses have a real problem with is Genesis 1:27, “[M]ale and female created He them.”
You blockheads. If it really were possible to erase a sin from the earth by writing man-made laws against it, don’t you think someone would’ve done it by now? “Bullying”! You saps are being bullied by a Godless, idol-worshipping world, and you don’t even know it. Because it originates in the human heart and comes out from there, there will always be bullying. Only Jesus Christ can save us from our sins. Allowing kids to “dress up” for school in tutus and firemen’s helmets, while requiring everybody else to pretend they don’t see it, is not going to save anybody.
But as long as you’re conforming to the world, what else matters? You work hard to get the approval of the pagans. And you’re welcome to it. But in the words of an old Caribbean spiritual, “Where you gonna run to, all on That Day?”
My friend Cormier, up in Canada, asked for this one: Give Me That Old Time Religion. I found it in this clip from Sergeant York, with Gary Cooper and Walter Brennan.
For newcomers to this blog, we like to start each day with a hymn or worship song; so if there’s one you’d like to see posted here, just let me know.
Great white shark–how long does it live?
Hi, Mr. Nature here, pleading ignorance–’cause I don’t know how long sharks live in the wild and I’m not sure how you’d find out.
Some sharks do well in captivity, but some don’t. It’s not a natural environment, no matter how large the aquarium. They say the humble spiny dogfish has a lifespan of 100 years or more (http://www.sharks-world.com/how_long_do_sharks_live/). They think the Great White tops out at 30 or 40, based on counting growth rings in shark vertebrae. But I don’t know how reliable that method of calculation can be, given the small number of actual specimens in the sample.
How many fish in the sea die of natural causes? I would guess, not many. There’s always a bigger, faster fish looking to eat you, parasites galore, and storms that can wash you up on land: all sorts of hazards. Who can observe the whole life of a fish? Pet goldfish, if you aren’t careful about how you take care of them, die in a year or so. But if you know what you’re doing, they can live 20 or 30 years. But who knows what happens to a fish in the wild, throughout its life?
This is nature, this is God’s stuff–an inexhaustible supply of fascination: and a reminder that no, we certainly do not know everything.
Erlene suggested this song for today, I Know Who Holds Tomorrow, sung by Carroll Roberson. The realization that God holds tomorrow in His hands–that no sparrow falls without the Father–is a comfort.
When you read the next post, you’ll see why we need it.