Friday, January 31, 2025
Sound familiar?
Thursday, January 30, 2025
Still true, 85 years later
Wednesday, January 29, 2025
It isn't a failure!
<idle musing>
That's the final snippet from the book. I saw an announcement yesterday that they are releasing a second edition, inserting stuff that Mike has on his website. They are calling it a posthumous tribute.
Next up is a collection of George Orwell essays that I picked up at a library sale last year. I bought it for his essay on the English language, but some of the other essays are well worth your time. Stay tuned!
</idle musing>
Callous (Tozer for Tuesday—on a Wednesday)
Tuesday, January 28, 2025
Who's on the defense here?
Monday, January 27, 2025
That David guy—a man after God's heart?
Friday, January 24, 2025
But how?
Thursday, January 23, 2025
Thought for the day
Wednesday, January 22, 2025
It's who we are…
Tuesday, January 21, 2025
Imago Dei
Move along, there's nothing here to see (Tozer for Tuesday)
Monday, January 20, 2025
It's a bit of a different outlook, to say the least...
Psalm 33 and Isaiah 40
If you feel powerless today, or that the purposes of God are somehow being thwarted in the world, then take heart. God is in control of human history. His plans will unfold according to his eternal and unchanging purposes. The last headline of the newspapers of the world will be: “The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Christ, and he will reign for ever and ever” (Rev. 11:15).I'm pretty sure that when they wrote this, they weren't intending to target a certain event happening in Washington, DC later today, but it is timely, isn't it?
And if you are one of those who is rejoicing over that event, remember that he, too, will one day bend the knee before the King of creation and give an account. Isaiah says it well:
5 The Lord’s glory will appear,
and all humanity will see it together;
the Lord’s mouth has commanded it.6 A voice was saying:
“Call out!”
And another[a] said,
“What should I call out?”
All flesh is grass;
all its loyalty is like the flowers of the field.
7 The grass dries up
and the flower withers
when the Lord’s breath blows on it.
Surely the people are grass. Isaiah 40:5–7 (CEB)
Saturday, January 18, 2025
Judge Eternal, Throned in Splendor
1 Judge eternal, throned in splendour,
Lord of lords and King of kings,
with thy living fire of judgment
purge this realm of bitter things:
solace all its wide dominion
with the healing of thy wings.
2 Crown, O Lord, thine own endeavour;
cleave our darkness with thy sword;
cheer the faint and feed the hungry
with the richness of thy word;
cleanse the body of this nation
through the glory of the Lord.
Henry S. Holland
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
Not a terribly popular hymn, occurring in a little over 100 hymnals. Seems to be an appropriate prayer for our country right now.
There is a second verse:
2 Still the weary folk are pining</idle musing>
for the hour that brings release:
and the city's crowded clangour
cries aloud for sin to cease;
and the homesteads and the woodlands
plead in silence for their peace.
Friday, January 17, 2025
It's closed world, after all…
There are two basic reasons why noncharismatics tend to close the door on the supernatural world. One is their suspicion that charismatic practices are detached from sound exegesis of Scripture. As a biblical scholar, it’s easy for me to agree with that suspicion—but over time it has widely degenerated into a closed-minded overreaction that is itself detached from the worldview of the biblical writers.—Michael Heiser, The Unseen Realm, 17
Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory (The Battle Hymn of the Republic)
1 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Refrain:
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!His truth is marching on.
2 I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read the righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on. [Refrain]
3 He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out all human hearts before His judgment seat;
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on. [Refrain]
4 In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make us holy, let us die that all be free!
While God is marching on. [Refrain]
5 He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Julia Ward Howe
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
Better known as "The Battle Hymn of the Republic," it occurs in about 550 hymnals. Although it was written during the US Civil War specifically to encourage the belief in the rigtheousness of the North's cause, it does contain some good theology. Unfortunately, that theology is infused with a postmillenialism that I find hard to swallow—especially after the twentieth century!
Seems there is another verse, which I don't recall ever seeing/singing, probably because it makes the war setting too obvious for today:
3. I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;</idle musing>
As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
Thursday, January 16, 2025
A Supernatural view
Let's start out by saying that I agree with his basic premise and have since being an undergraduate and being exposed to the reality of the heavenly council. Where we differ is in how cleanly and smoothly that idea is carried out in the Bible. He sees a very straightforward, literalistic interpretation throughout. I tend to see things a good bit messier.
That being said, I think the book is definitely valuable and should be read by the typical nonsupernatural-type Christian. I used to do a two-day guest lecture at the YWAM base in the Twin Cities about this stuff. The two-third world students caught it immediately. The Western world students were a bit more skeptical for the first hour or two. But when I sent them out for their lunchbreak with the assignment to find an example in the Bible, they came back amazed. It was everywhere. Exactly.
OK, enough background. Here's the first excerpt:
My goal is simple. When you open your Bible, I want you to be able to see it like ancient Israelites or first-century Jews saw it, to perceive and consider it as they would have. I want their supernatural worldview in your head.footnote: Mike Heiser died last year of pancreatic cancer, which is a sad loss. Even though I disagreed with much he said, he was an asset to the Christian community.You might find that experience uncomfortable in places. But it would be dishonest of us to claim that the biblical writers read and understood the text the way we do as modern people, or intended meanings that conform to theological systems created centuries after the text was written. Our context is not their context.—Michael Heiser, The Unseen Realm, 13 (emphasis original)
Wednesday, January 15, 2025
Thou shalt not kill/murder
<idle musing>
Well, that's the final excerpt from this book. On the whole, I found it a mixed bag. They do a good job of describing the cognitive environment of the Old Testament/Hebrew Bible—at least prior to the Hellenistic period, when the ANE started to become more hellenized with the resulting change in legal systems.
But, diachronically, their approach doesn't fair as well. They definitely are wedded to the historical-critical paradigm, with all of its pluses and minuses. On the plus side is that they take the historical setting seriously, unlike so many other approaches. On the minus side, though, there seems to be a bit of tone deafness to historical theology, as a reviewer pointed out about all the Lost World series of books.
On the whole, though, I would still definitely recommend the book. There's a lot you can learn from it.
We'll start a new book tomorrow...
</idle musing>
Tuesday, January 14, 2025
Sabbath
The presence of God (Tozer for Tuesday)
Come, O Thou Traveler Unknown
1. Come, O thou traveler unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see!
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee;
With thee all night to stay
And wrestle till the break of day.
2. I need not tell thee who I am,
My misery or sin declare;
Thyself hast called me by my name;
Look on thy hands and read it there!
But who, I ask thee, who art thou?
Tell me thy name, and tell me now.
3. Yield to me now—for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair!
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
Be conquer’d by my instant prayer;
Speak, or thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me, if thy name is love.
4. ’Tis love! ’tis love! thou diedst for me!
I hear thy whisper in my heart.
The morning breaks, the shadows flee:
Pure, universal love thou art;
To me, to all thy passions move;
Thy nature and thy name is love.
Charles Wesley
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
Not a terribly popular hymn, occurring in around 290 hymnals. It also has a lot more verses:
3. In vain thou strugglest to get free;</idle musing>
I never will unloose my hold.
Art thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold;
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.4. Wilt thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell,
To know it now, resolved I am;
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.5. ’Tis all in vain to hold thy tongue,
Or touch the hollow of my thigh:
Though every sinew were unstrung,
Out of my arms thou shalt not fly;
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.6. What though my shrinking flesh complain,
And murmur to contend so long,
I rise superior to my pain;
When I am weak, then I am strong;
And when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with the God-man prevail.7. My strength is gone, my nature dies,
I sink beneath thy weighty hand,
Faint to revive, and fall to rise;
I fall, and yet by faith I stand;
I stand, and will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.10. My pray’r hath power with God; the grace
Unspeakable I now receive,
Through faith I see thee face to face;
I see thee face to face and live!
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature and thy name is love.11. I know thee, Savior, who thou art:
Jesus, the feeble sinner’s friend;
Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
But stay and love me to the end;
Thy mercies never shall remove,
Thy nature and thy name is love.12. The Sun of Righteousness on me
Hath rose, with healing in his wings;
Withered my nature’s strength; from thee
My soul its life and comfort brings;
My help is all laid up above;
Thy nature and thy name is love.13. Contented now, upon my thigh
I halt, till life’s short journey end;
All helplesness, all weakness I,
On thee alone for strength depend,
Nor have I power from thee to move;
Thy nature and thy name is love.14. Lame as I am, I take the prey,
Hell, Earth, and sin with ease o’ercome;
I leap for joy, pursue my way,
And as a bounding hart fly home,
Through all eternity to prove
Thy nature and thy name is love.
Monday, January 13, 2025
Stolen (divine) identity
Where shall my wondering soul begin?
1 Where shall my wondering soul begin?
How shall I all to heaven aspire?
A slave redeemed from death and sin,
a brand plucked from eternal fire,
how shall I equal triumphs raise,
or sing my great deliverer’s praise?
2 O how shall I the goodness tell,
Father, which thou to me hast showed?
That I, a child of wrath and hell,
I should be called a child of God!
Should know, should feel my sins forgiven,
blest with this antepast of heaven!
3 And shall I slight my Father’s love,
or basely fear his gifts to own?
Unmindful of his favors prove,
shall I, the hallowed cross to shun,
refuse his righteousness to impart,
by hiding it within my heart?
4 Outcasts of men, to you I call,
harlots, and publicans, and thieves;
he spreads his arms to embrace you all,
sinners alone his grace receive.
No need of Him the righteous have;
he came the lost to seek and save.
5 Come, O my guilty brethren, come,
groaning beneath your load of sin;
his bleeding heart shall make you room,
his open side shall take you in.
He calls you now, invites you home:
Come, O my guilty brethren, come.
Charles Wesley
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
Hymnary.org adds a verse:
For you the purple current flowed</idle musing>
in pardon from his wounded side,
languished for you the eternal God,
for you the Prince of Glory died.
Believe, and all your sin’s forgiven,
only believe--and yours is heaven.
Sunday, January 12, 2025
Out of the Depths I Cry to Thee (Luther)
1 Out of the depths I cry to Thee;
Lord, hear me, I implore Thee!
Bend down Thy gracious ear to me,
My prayer let come before Thee!
If Thou remember each misdeed,
If each should have its rightful meed,
Who may abide Thy presence?
2 Our pardon is Thy gift; Thy love
And grace alone avail us.
Our works could ne'er our guilt remove,
The strictest life would fail us.
That none may boast himself of aught,
But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought
What in him seemeth righteous.
3 And thus, my hope is in the Lord,
And not in mine own merit;
I rest upon His faithful word
To them of contrite spirit.
That He is merciful and just,--
This is my comfort and my trust,
His help I wait with patience.
Martin Luther
Trans. by Catherine Winkworth
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
There appears to be two versions of this floating around out there, both translated by Catherine Winkworth. Together, they appear in around ninety hymnals. I don't recall singing this hymn in either version.
Most of hymnals include some version of these two verses as well:
4 And though it tarry till the night</idle musing>
And round till morning waken,
My heart shall ne'er mistrust Thy might,
Nor count itself forsaken.
Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed,
Ye of the Spirit born indeed,
Wait for your God's appearing.5 Though great our sins and sore our woes,
His grace much more aboundeth;
His helping love no limit knows,
Our utmost need it soundeth;
Our kind and faithful Shepherd He,
Who shall at last set Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow.
Saturday, January 11, 2025
To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise
1 To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
in hymns of adoration,
to thee bring sacrifice of praise
with shouts of exultation:
bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
the hills with joy are ringing,
the valleys stand so thick with corn
that even they are singing.
2 And now, on this our festal day,
thy bounteous hand confessing,
upon thine altar, Lord, we lay
the first-fruits of thy blessing:
by thee the hungry soul is fed
with gifts of grace supernal;
thou who dost give us earthly bread,
give us the bread eternal.
3 O blessed is that land of God,
where saints abide for ever;
where golden fields spread far and broad,
where flows the crystal river:
the strains of all its holy throng
with ours today are blending;
thrice blessed is that harvest-song
which never hath an ending.
William C. Dix
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
This hymn occurs in about 110 hymnals. Hymnary.org inserts a third verse:
3 We bear the burden of the day,</idle musing>
and often toil seems dreary;
but labour ends with sunset ray,
and rest comes for the weary:
may we, the angel-reaping o'er,
stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore
to garners bright elected.
Friday, January 10, 2025
It is, but it isn't
<idle musing>
In my experience, this is the most difficult thing to get across to people who are unfamiliar with the ANE. It is a way of thinking that they have never encountered before, but it is the default view in the ANE.
</idle musing>
O Lord of Heaven and Earth and Sea
1 O Lord of heaven and earth and sea,
to thee all praise and glory be.
How shall we show our love to thee
who givest all?
2 The golden sunshine, vernal air,
sweet flowers and fruit, thy love declare;
when harvests ripen, thou art there,
who givest all.
3 For peaceful homes, and healthful days,
for all the blessings earth displays,
we owe thee thankfulness and praise,
who givest all.
4 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven,
for means of grace and hopes of heaven,
Father, what can to thee be given,
who givest all?
5 To thee, from whom we all derive
our life, our gifts, our power to give:
O may we ever with thee live,
who givest all.
Christopher Wordsworth
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
Seems this hymnwriter is the nephew of William Wordsworth. Hymnary.org inserts a few verses:
4 Thou didst not spare thine only Son,</idle musing>
but gav'st him for a world undone,
and freely with that blessed One
thou givest all.5 Thou giv'st the Holy Spirit's dower,
Spirit of life and love and power,
and dost his sevenfold graces shower
upon us all.7 We lose what on ourselves we spend,
we have as treasure without end
whatever, Lord, to thee we lend,
who givest all.
Thursday, January 09, 2025
So what if they exist!
Lord of Life and King of Glory
1 Lord of Life and King of Glory,
Who didst deign a child to be,
Cradled on a mother’s bosom,
Throned upon a mother’s knee,
For the children Thou hast given
We must answer unto Thee.
2 Since the day the blessed Mother
Thee, the world’s Redeemer, bore,
Thou hast crowned us with an honor
Women never knew before;
And that we may bear it meetly
We must seek Thine aid the more.
3 Grant us, then, pure hearts and patient,
That in all we do or say,
Little souls our deeds may copy,
And be never led astray;
Little feet our steps may follow
In a safe and narrow way.
4 When our growing sons and daughters
Look on life with eager eyes,
Grant us, then, a deeper insight
And new powers of sacrifice,
Hope to trust them, faith to guide them,
Love that nothing good denies.
5 May we keep our holy calling
Stainless in its fair renown,
That when all the work is over
And we lay the burdens down,
Then the children Thou hast given
Still may be our joy and crown.
Christian Burke
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
This hymn, which occurs in about 30 hymnals, appears to be one of two that she wrote. Other bibliographic information is pretty sketchy for someone who died in the 1940s.
</idle musing>
Wednesday, January 08, 2025
But it seems wrong!
Happy the Home When God Is There
1. Happy the home when God is there,
And love fills every breast;
When one their wish, and one their prayer,
And one their heav’nly rest.
2. Happy the home where Jesus’ name
Is sweet to every ear;
Where children early speak His fame,
And parents hold Him dear.
3. Happy the home where prayer is heard,
And praise is wont to rise;
Where parents love the sacred Word
And all its wisdom prize.
4. Lord, let us in our homes agree
This blessed peace to gain;
Unite our hearts in love to Thee,
And love to all will reign.
Henry Ware Jr.
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
This hymn, written by a Unitarian, occurs in little fewer than 90 hymnals. I kinda like it as a prayer—especially the last verse, which speaks to a real need in our society today, doesn't it?
</idle musing>
Tuesday, January 07, 2025
About that First Commandment…
Tozer for Tuesday
O God, Thou Giver of All Good
1. O God, Thou Giver of all good;
Thy children live by daily food;
And daily must the prayer be said,
Give us this day our daily bread.
2. The life of earth and seed is Thine;
Suns glow, rains fall, by power divine;
Thou art in all; not e’en the powers
By which we toil for bread are ours.
3. What large provision Thou hast made!
As large as is Thy children’s need;
How wide the bounteous love is spread!
Wide as the want of daily bread.
4. Since every day by Thee we live,
May grateful hearts Thy gifts receive;
And may the hands be pure from stain
With which our daily bread we gain.
Samuel Longfellow
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
Not a well-known hymn at all. It only occurs in about fifteen hymnals! I don't recall ever singing it or hearing it sung.
</idle musing>
Monday, January 06, 2025
You need to know the territory!
Now, on Land and Sea Descending
1 Now, on land and sea descending,
brings the night its peace profound.
Let our vesper hymn be blending
with the holy calm around.
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Jubilate! Amen!
Let our vesper hymn be blending
with the holy calm around.
2 Soon as dies the sunset glory,
stars of heav’n shine out above,
telling still the ancient story
their Creator’s endless love.
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Jubilate! Amen!
Telling still the ancient story
their Creator’s changeless love.
3 Now, our wants and burdens leaving
to our God who cares for all,
cease we fearing, cease we grieving;
touched by God our burdens fall.
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Jubilate! Amen!
Cease we fearing, cease we grieving;
touched by God our burdens fall.
4 As the darkness deepens o’er us,
lo! Eternal stars arise.
Hope and faith and love rise glorious,
shining in the Spirit’s skies.
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Jubilate! Amen!
Hope and faith and love rise glorious,
shining in the Spirit’s skies.
Samuel Longfellow
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
Sunday, January 05, 2025
Father, We Praise Thee (Gregory the Great)
1 Father, we praise you, now the night is over,
active and watchful, standing now before you;
singing, we offer prayer and meditation:
thus we adore you.
2 Monarch of all things, fit us for your mansions;
banish our weakness, health and wholeness sending;
bring us to heaven, where your saints united
joy without ending.
3 All-holy Father, Son, and equal Spirit,
Trinity blessed, send us your salvation;
yours is the glory, gleaming and resounding
through all creation.
Gregory the Great
Trans. by Percy Dearmer
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
Saturday, January 04, 2025
Day is Dying in the West
1 Day is dying in the west;
Heav'n is touching earth with rest;
Wait and worship while the night
Sets her evening lamps alight
Through all the sky.
Refrain:
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts!
Heav'n and earth are full of Thee;
Heav'en and earth are praising Thee,
O Lord most high!
2 Lord of life, beneath the dome
Of the universe, Thy home,
Gather us who seek Thy face
To the fold of Thy embrace,
For Thou art nigh. [Refrain]
3 While the deep'ning shadows fall,
Heart of Love, enfolding all,
Through the glory and the grace
Of the stars that veil Thy face,
Our hearts ascend. [Refrain]
4 When forever from our sight
Pass the stars, the day, the night,
Lord of angels, on our eyes
Let eternal morning rise,
And shadows end. [Refrain]
Mary A. Lathbury
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
This hymn is by the same person who wrote Break Thou the Bread of Life. This hymn occurs in about 560 hymnals, but I don't recall ever singing it.
</idle musing>
Friday, January 03, 2025
What kind of a God is in Torah?
Sun of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear
1 Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear,
it is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earthborn cloud arise,
to hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
my weary eyelids gently steep,
be my last thought how sweet to rest
forever on my Savior's breast.
3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
for without Thee I cannot live;
abide with me when night is nigh,
for without Thee I dare not die.
4 If some poor wand'ring child of Thine
has spurned today the voice divine,
now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
let him no more lie down in sin.
5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
with blessings from Thy boundless store;
be every mourner's sleep tonight
like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
6 Come near and bless us when we wake,
ere through the world our way we take,
till in the ocean of Thy love
we lose ourselves in heav'n above.
John Keble
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
I don't recall ever singing this hymn, but it occurs in almost 1500 hymnals. It does seem to fit my mood today, though…
</idle musing>
Thursday, January 02, 2025
What kind of God?
At Thy Feet, Our God and Father
1 At Thy feet, our God and Father,
Who hast blessed us all our days,
We with grateful hearts would gather
To begin this hour with praise:
Praise for light so brightly shining
On our steps from heaven above;
Praise for mercies daily twining
Round us golden cords of love.
2 Jesus, for Thy love most tender
On the cross for sinners shown,
We would praise Thee and surrender
All our hearts to be Thine own.
With so blest a Friend provided,
We upon our way would go,
Sure of being safely guided,
Guarded well from every foe.
3 Every day will be the brighter
When Thy gracious face we see;
Every burden will be lighter
When we know it comes from Thee.
Spread Thy love’s broad banner o’er us;
Give us strength to serve and wait,
Till Thy glory breaks before us
Thro' the city’s open gate.
James D. Burns
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
Wednesday, January 01, 2025
Now the Day Is Over (hymn)
1 Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh;
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
2 Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May our eye lids close.
3 Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep, blue sea.
4 Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil,
From their sins restrain.
5 Through the long night-watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.
6 When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure and fresh and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.
Sabine Baring-Gould
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
This seems a good hymn for a new year!
The author of this hymn is the same person who wrote Onward, Christian Soldiers, which I posted on about a year ago. That hymn occurs in more than 1600 hymnals, but this one occurs in "only" about 950. He also wrote other hymns, but none were nearly as popular as these two.
</idle musing>