His word

After Revelation 3:14-22 

His word

is the last

word.

His word

is the true

word.

His word

lasts.

His word

is truth.

His word

is the last

and the

true.

There is

no other.

 

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Some Sunday Readings

 

Nicholas Hawksmoor’s Churches – Spitalfields Life.

 

Christos Nika – poem by Cody Ilardo at Power & Glory.

 

My Mom, Her Drug Addiction, and God’s Grace – Caleb Orella at The Gospel Coalition.

 

The Sacred Forest – Paul Kingsnorth at The Abbey of Misrule.

Knocking

After Revelation 3:14-22 

I am at the door,

knocking. I am

at the door, calling

out. For anyone

who knows my 

knock, for anyone

who hears my call,

for anyone who

opens the door,

I will come in.

I will eat with him.

I will seat him

with me by my throne,

forever and a day.

 

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Some Friday Readings

 

Holy Mountain – poem by Cody Ilardo at Power & Glory.

 

The First Council of Nicaea Confronts Christianity’s Defining Crisis – Jason Clark at This Is the Day.

 

“As Kingfishers Catch Fire,” poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins and “A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy’s Day,” poem by John Donne – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern. 

 

“Father in Heaven, Who Lovest All,” hymn by Rudyard Kipling – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.

 

3 Reasons to Look for the “Drip” Instead of the “Splash” When It Comes to Discipleship – Michael Kelley at Forward Progress.

 

Where will we buy food to feed these people? – poem by Sarah Crowley Chestnut at Rabbit Room Poetry.

Lukewarm is a curse

After Revelation 3:14-22 

Being lukewarm is a curse,

neither burning with purpose

and resolve nor iced with

indifference and smugness.

Lukewarm is useless. I spit

you out, you who believe

you are self-sufficient, that

you have prospered by

your own hand. The reality

is you are pitiful, poor, blind,

and naked. I spit you out,

again. Put salve on your eyes

so that you might see. Accept

the gold I offer that you might

be rich. Take the white robes

I have to clothe 

your nakedness.

Be zealous.

Repent.

 

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Some Sunday Readings

 

Free of Self-Pity – Brandon at Till We Are Home.

 

The Changing of the Evangelical Guard – O. Alan Noble at You Are Not Your Own.