If Christ does not save from sin,
From what does He save?
– eab, 12/6/09
Posts Tagged ‘sin’
Christ saves from sin
Posted in eabits, Jesus Christ, philosophy, uncategorized, tagged 1/26/09, From what does He save, If Christ does not save, sin on July 9, 2012| 1 Comment »
OUT
Posted in converted to Christ, holy living, poem, uncategorized, tagged OUT, Salvation – men out of sin!, Sanctification – sin out of men!, sin on August 8, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Sin in “blessing”
Posted in eabits, opposing wrong, philosophy, uncategorized, tagged sin, You can think, you’re a blessing on August 10, 2010| Leave a Comment »
You can think you’re a blessing
– failing to see SIN
in the midst of a supposed blessing.
– eab, 1978
Sin
Posted in eabits, heaven, opposing wrong, philosophy, tagged avoid all sin, keep out of heaven, sin, the greatest of all desires, the one thing on July 10, 2009| Leave a Comment »
It should be the greatest of all desires
to avoid all sin
– sin is the one thing that will keep
us out of heaven.
– eab, 12/14/99
Stops
Posted in eabits, holy living, tagged Abortion, beating heart, sin, stops a Christian’s beating heart on February 10, 2009| Leave a Comment »
“Abortion stops a beating heart.”
Sin stops a Christian’s beating heart. – eab, 5/97
Out, Out
Posted in eabits, philosophy, tagged out of men, Salvation, Sanctification, sin on December 20, 2008| Leave a Comment »
He Came at Night
Posted in christmas poems, worship, tagged Bethlehem's, blackness of sin, Christ, Day, delight, dome of black, eternal morn, footstool of God, gift of light, heaven and earth, heaven shared, hoofs, ink, light the winter's sky, Light to be shared, luster, mire, modern dread, murk, mutual Sovereign will, oil slicks, only self-brilliant One, pagan's hut, Prince of Light, Providence, pursued by the night, river, rock, shadow's firm girth, sin, sod, the Creator, the Illustrious, the sad and the ill, the world's dark night, tiny fire, Twilight toning, wings on December 14, 2008| Leave a Comment »
Heaven had such luster, such delight,
While far below on the footstool of God,
The absence of beauty, the absence of light,
Ruled over river and rock and sod,
And over plants and over creeping things,
And animals with hoofs, and animals with wings.
For thousands of years it had been thus;
Day constantly pursued by the night.
Twilight toning to shades of dusk –
The way to walk again lost from sight –
Man floundering in murk and mire,
With only here and there a tiny fire.
The Creator saw His creatures’ needs;
Saw the contrast of heaven and earth,
Saw, through darkness, the wound that bleeds,
Saw the man in shadow’s firm girth;
And seeing He felt, seeing He cared,
And destined Heaven’s Light to be shared.
Christ left the sight of eternal morn,
Departed in mutual, Sovereign will.
And arrived at night, Ah, time forlorn;
Time that drags for the sad and the ill.
Oh, what Providence, that the Prince of Light,
Should arrive on earth in the middle of the night.
And the night to which He came was more,
Than a mere dome of black o’re head.
Sin had blackened the human shore
(Far worse than oil slicks of modern dread)
And proceeded to ink the rest of the race,
From the pagan’s hut to the civilized place.
All this night, all this visionless foul,
Christ, the Illustrious, met full of force.
He brightened them both (Don’t ask me how.)
And challenging, changed the nature, the course,
Of the darkness, the ruin, the blackness of sin,
Both outward and inward, the problems of men!
So as beautiful stars light the winter’s sky,
Remember that Christ came from brilliance – to none.
Sacrificing for man, that man might glorify
The Light, the only self-brilliant One.
And remember, heaven shared its gift of light,
In the middle of Bethlehem‘s, Ah, the world’s dark night. – eab, 12/14/79
Real
Posted in christmas poems, philosophy, tagged Arizona, Bible writers, bit nails in two, coddling the preachers, died once, docs, God's Son, Golgotha’s cold loss, He confounded, He's coming again, His step-dad, hypocrites, Jesus, legalist brew, manger, Phoenix, political saves none, political taste, real, rocks, sin, sinners, the Cross, the grave, Victor on December 12, 2008| 1 Comment »
If you could create your own Jesus,
To suit your political taste,
You might have Him born “like a king,”
And not in a manger, near waste.
You might have His step-dad a merchant,
Perhaps owning part of the bank,
So Jesus could have lots of funds,
And thus dress a little more swank.
You might change the scene at the temple,
(At twelve He confounded the docs.)
Pretend that He birds made on wing,
By merrily tossing up rocks.
You might have Him coddling the preachers,
Intent on their legalist brew,
(But He called them hypocrites – Wow,
No wonder they “bit nails in two.”)
Your special “new Jesus,” your dream one,
Might skip all Golgotha’s cold loss,
He’d be a warm “pattern,” and teach,
Avoiding the grave and the cross.
A Christ so political saves none.
All sinners would die in their sin.
Thank God for His Son, who is real,
Not something created by men.
The real Christ died once for all sinners,
Arose He then, Victor, not dead.
He’s coming again, now to rule.
It’s just like they* said that He said.
~ o ~
Amen ─ and Amen, once again! – eab, 12/12/‘03
Written while in Phoenix, Arizona
* The Bible writers
Thomas Carlyle – birth, Dec. 4, 1795
Posted in born today, philosophy, QQQuaint Quality Quotes, today in history, uncategorized, tagged "O Liberty what things are done in Thy name!”, 1795, 1881, able editors, anarchy, born today, Christian, civil, constitutional countries, destructive, Dumfriesshire, Economical Bankruptcy, great governors, intolerable, Jeanne-Marie Philipon, London, misunderstandings, Random House, Scotland, self-destructive, sin, Spiritual Bankruptcy, The French Revolution, Thomas Carlyle, today in history, tolerated, verging, wars, what a thing must right-understanding be on December 4, 2008| Leave a Comment »
Through all of time…sin was, is, will be the parent of misery. This land calls itself most Christian…
– Thomas Carlyle, The French Revolution, (NY: Random House, Inc., n.d.), 42.
It is Spiritual Bankruptcy, long tolerated; verging now toward Economical Bankruptcy, and become intolerable.
– Thomas Carlyle, The French Revolution, (NY: Random House, Inc., n.d.), 65.
On the whole, how unknown is a man to himself; or a public Body of men to itself! — Great Governors …are governed by their valets…or in Constitutional countries, by the paragraphs of their Able Editors.
– Thomas Carlyle, The French Revolution, (NY: Random House, Inc., n.d.), 390.
“O Liberty, what things are done in Thy name!” – Jeanne-Marie Philipon
– Thomas Carlyle, The French Revolution, (NY: Random House, Inc., n.d.), 639.
All Anarchy, by the nature of it, is not only destructive, but self-destructive.
– Thomas Carlyle, The French Revolution, (NY: Random House, Inc., n.d.), 673.
If all wars, civil and other, are misunderstandings, what a thing must right-understanding be!
– Thomas Carlyle, The French Revolution, (NY: Random House, Inc., n.d.), 708.
Thomas Carlyle was born 12/4/1795 in Dumfriesshire, Scotland [died 2/4/1881, London].
