Midweek Article

“Clothed in Righteousness”

R. C. Sproul has written a beautiful hymn that warrants a look or two:

Fallen race in Eden fair, exposed and full of shame. Fled we naked from Thy sight, far from Thy holy      name.
Sent from the garden to the east, outside of Eden's gate, Banished there from Thy pure light were Adam and his mate.
Scarlet souls are now like snow by Thy atoning grace. Crimson hearts become like wool for Adam's fallen race.
No work of ours is good enough for evil to atone. Your merit, Lord, is all we have. It saves and it alone.

What Is the Christian’s Highest Good?

Apr 27, 2016 | Justin Taylor

Jonathan Edwards answered that question in a sermon delivered when he was 27 years old:

The redeemed have all their objective good in God.

God himself is the great good which they are brought to the possession and enjoyment of by redemption.

He is the highest good, and the sum of all that good which Christ purchased.

God is the inheritance of the saints; he is the portion of their souls.

“The Last Time”

From the moment you hold your baby in your arms,            

You will never be the same.

You might long for the person you were before,

When you had freedom and time,

And nothing in particular to worry about.

You will know tiredness like you never knew it before,

And days will run into days that are exactly the same,

Full of feedings and burping,

Nappy changes and crying,

Whining and fighting,

Naps or a lack of naps,


She woke up crying. I ran in to find her nose spilling blood everywhere. The couch cushion, the carpet, her dress. Quickly sweeping her into my arms I ran to the bathroom where we waited for it to end.

Just the two of us, stripped down, feet dipped in the sink as we quietly waited for the bleeding to stop. I took a warm washcloth to gently clean her body, the sound of only the faucet in our ears.  She smiled at me.

And then another sound. Ringing so loudly in my ears I could not help but weep.

“I was naked, and you clothed me.”

“The Jesus we don’t talk about”

Recently I had the privilege of speaking with the 8th grade boys at LCCS before their spring break as a part of their purity unit. As we looked at what it means to be a man we started with who Jesus was. It was not surprising to hear their feedback on what they thought of or who they thought Jesus was. Most of them responded like the picture seen above. Jesus was kind, loving, gentle, passive, soft and “weak but strong on the cross”.


Pheto. That sweet boy that stole my heart yesterday.

I’m the leader. I’m the veteran. I’m supposed to be over this stuff. I am supposed to have it all together and have all the right theologies and answers to explain away the pain and hurt we encounter each day. I have been trained for this.

The Argentine Life

Hola a Todos,

I hope everything is going great.  I had a very full summer here.  We went to two different provinces here in Argentina.  We first went to CIMA, which was in Cordoba, for a Christian conference.  We stayed there for two weeks having worship, small groups, and lectures from people around the world in missions and also people from Argentina.  After those two weeks we did a week of outreach and I helped a family that runs a school for toddlers and youth in a slum area.  We helped clear out two lots that are connected where the building is. 


Jesus told a story.  A landowner planted a vineyard, put a wall around it, dug a winepress in it and built a watchtower.  He rented the land to some farmers and went on a journey.  When the harvest time approached, he sent his servant to go and collect his fruit.  The tenants seized his servants; they beat one, killed another and stoned a third.  Then he sent other servants to them, more than the first time, and the tenants treated them in the same way.  Last of all, he sent his son to them.  “They will respect my son”, he said.  But when the tenants saw the son, they said to each other, “T