Saturday, June 30, 2012

Jesus wept” is the shortest and biggest verse in the Bible. It is he who goes forth weeping (not preaching great sermons), bearing precious seed, who shall come again rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him. E.M. Bounds

What a great, refreshing word for this morning! Thoughts?



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Monday, June 18, 2012

Thoughts from this morning

This morning after prayer and reading through the Scripture, I turned my attention to reading through a chapter in E.M. Bound's marvelous work, "Power through Prayer." Though this well-known book had frequently been discussed and suggested, it really didn't catch my attention until recently. John Piper wrote an article about how this book had influenced some revisions in one of his books and how much this book meant to him. He also posted that the book was available as an e-book for $.99 so I thought "why not...I like having books available on the iPad and I just finished the one I previously purchased.

What I have found thus far is a much needed set of sermons. I recently figured out how you can copy and past from the book (I know...I'm new at this stuff) and wanted to share something with you below. I found this to be very challenging and helpful this morning. If you, my friend, are in any sort of leadership, I highly recommend this book to you. I am on the third chapter and the $.99 has been worth it already.

Below is an post from page 32 on the topic of dead orthodoxy (or knowing and preaching truth, but in such a way that it does not bring life, rather it brings death).

THE preaching that kills may be, and often is, orthodox—dogmatically, inviolably orthodox. We love orthodoxy. It is good. It is the best. It is the clean, clear-cut teaching of God’s Word, the trophies won by truth in its conflict with error, the levees which faith has raised against the desolating floods of honest or reckless misbelief or unbelief; but orthodoxy, clear and hard as crystal, suspicious and militant, may be but the letter well-shaped, well-named, and well-learned, the letter which kills. Nothing is so dead as a dead orthodoxy, too dead to speculate, too dead to think, to study, or to pray.



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