Read the story of Abraham and sarah in genesis. Particularly chapter 16. Its a little known fact that it was sarahs impatience in the promise of god that led to her telling abraham to sleep with hagar - as usual in biblical history (eg: adam), the mans sin was to listen to the woman! (And she bore all the consequences of it, hating hagar and ishmael) 1 Now Sarai, Abram’s wife, had borne him no children. But she had an Egyptian slave named Hagar; 2 so she said to Abram, “The LORD has kept me from having children. Go, sleep with my slave; perhaps I can build a family through her.”. I’m just saying there is pressure to lead for us men ladies. And if your a man - watch out for nude women with apples! — a sinner
We have never sought to hinder the uprising of other Churches from our midst or in our neighborhood. It is with cheerfulness that we dismiss our twelves, our twenties, our fifties, to form other Churches. We encourage our members to leave us to found other Churches; nay, we seek to persuade them to do it. We ask them to scatter throughout the land to become the goodly seed which God shall bless. I believe that so long as we do this we shall prosper. I have marked other Churches that have adopted the other way, and they have not succeeded.

C.H. Spurgeon, The Waterer Watered (via sarettesyndrome)

amen

A study of Joseph of Arimethea (a secret believer for fear of the Jews, who courageously came forward with Nicodemus to plead Pilate for the boy of Jesus), will discover, from legend at least, that he is one of the largest chacters in all of christendom. From him derives the arthurean legend and the holy grail and by consequence the divine right of kings and the writings of byron and milton. Look him up - but notice the bible writers record for us, those things we may know for certain…… —  a sinner
When did contending for the faith once entrusted to the saints become some so severe and mean spirited? Read Revelation 2 & the letter to the church in Ephesus…. — A Sinner
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simplykiara:

How Great Thou Art  - EV Church. 

Most incredible version of this song I’ve heard! 
Worth a listen!  

ArtistEv Church
TitleHow Great Thou Art
AlbumOn That Day
The Rum Colony: Most people can’t understand the way the average Aussie thinks; The spirit of the Anzacs, the cunning of the busranger or swagman waltzing matilda. its a country that promotes a fair go alround and an easy going persona. yet scratch the surface and youll find this really means is an extraordinary sense of entitlement and belief that things will come your way easily (even though life is actually much tougher). we cut down tall poppies, we rode the sheeps back and now we take our share of the mining boom - for our land abounds in natures gifts of beeauty rich and rare, weve golden soil and wealth for toil. anyway i began to think when did this start. life started in the rum colony harshly, but there was great opportunity for the corrupt. so the other day i searched out a monument on the corner of hunter and bligh sts in the heart of sydney. there i found a memorial i thought would give me some insight, which it truely did.  the memorial was dedicated on the site of the first sermon in australia on feb 3, 1788 by rev richard johnson.  the plaque records the text of his sermon, psam 156:12 “what should i render unto the lord for all his benefits toward me”. i thought this was an amazing insight into the psyche of australia, and quite prophetic given his hearers were convicts, brought to australia in chains.   for all his benefits toward me! it makes understanding us a lot easier.

The Rum Colony: Most people can’t understand the way the average Aussie thinks; The spirit of the Anzacs, the cunning of the busranger or swagman waltzing matilda. its a country that promotes a fair go alround and an easy going persona. yet scratch the surface and youll find this really means is an extraordinary sense of entitlement and belief that things will come your way easily (even though life is actually much tougher). we cut down tall poppies, we rode the sheeps back and now we take our share of the mining boom - for our land abounds in natures gifts of beeauty rich and rare, weve golden soil and wealth for toil. anyway i began to think when did this start. life started in the rum colony harshly, but there was great opportunity for the corrupt. so the other day i searched out a monument on the corner of hunter and bligh sts in the heart of sydney. there i found a memorial i thought would give me some insight, which it truely did.  the memorial was dedicated on the site of the first sermon in australia on feb 3, 1788 by rev richard johnson.  the plaque records the text of his sermon, psam 156:12 “what should i render unto the lord for all his benefits toward me”. i thought this was an amazing insight into the psyche of australia, and quite prophetic given his hearers were convicts, brought to australia in chains.   for all his benefits toward me! it makes understanding us a lot easier.

The joy of a woman is the death of her husband who dies for love of her. — william blake
I wrote STUTTER when meditating on the will of God and his call on our life. Sometimes God’s will seems hard to take - and our cross too heavy; one wants a job, another hates their job, one wants a wife another doesn’t like their wife, one wants children another doesn’t like their children, and on an on go our coveteous desires..and the message is…to know your calling. — A Sinner

STUTTER

  • Elijah heard a still small voice,
  • But that was little comfort,
  • For it seemed to him that the
  • God who cares.
  • Was stubborn and hard and tyrant.
  • And although t’was tough a ruling
  • And hard to stomach for sure
  • We’re to understand God's providence
  • That He rules in love for all.
  • And though the worst should happen to you,
  • That never grounds His indictment,
  • But a response of faith and fortitude
  • In a world that’s prepared for judgment
  • For me it was much the same,
  • When I made my announcement,
  • That I wouldn’t tolerate evil men,
  • And for three years rain, it wouldn't.
  • But what started as a still small voice,
  • next sounded like a stutter,
  • As sure as I was at first,
  • I remain as yet unwiser
  • For today, I cannot boast,
  • Of dazzling accomplishments,
  • I've no crown, or proof or crowd
  • That time would etch for marvel.
  • In casting out a sad lament,
  • Not wanting to dispair,
  • just to wish that my fair crack at it
  • would not vanish into thin air.
  • Attacked at first and never flew,
  • though never let it daunt me,
  • I now grow bitter at them all,
  • Who scour and mock and haunt me.
  • A Sinner