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John 4 is one of the most wonderful chapters in the Bible. In it we find the account of Jesus’ soul-satisfying offer to the woman at the well–the lengthiest single discourse our Lord has with any one individual in the…
This is the second part in a series of posts on the Sermon on the Mount. You can read the first installment here. In the last post of this series we considered how King Jesus is at the centre of…
Words mean different things in different contexts. If I tell you that my favorite college basketball player is "on fire," either I'm telling you that he is running up the score or that we should be looking for a fire…
Reformed Theology first appeared on my radar in college. I was attending a large Evangelical Bible School on the east coast and knew very little of Reformed Theology or it’s rich history. It was during this time that a fellow…
The past two years have been devastating. I have watched the lives of four Christian friends destroyed for want of care. These are men I have loved and respected. All of them had families, loving wives, and children. Three of…
Since coming to America over six years ago my family has continued our Scottish tradition of singing our way through the Scottish Metrical Psalms at family worship. We sing four verses at a time and when we get to the…
I am the prodigal son. I ran as far and as fast away from my heavenly Father as I could until He, by His utterly undeserved and lavish grace, drew me back to Himself. Not long after I was converted,…
I have several Latin phrases, popular during the Protestant Reformation, tattooed on my body, including “sola gratia” and “sola fide.” These permanent marks are not mere decorations for me. They are reminders of the hope that I have in Jesus.…
One of the early Passion songs that I've often enjoyed singing is, "One Pure and Holy Passion." The refrain summs up the song: Give me one pure and holy passionGive me on magnificent obsessionGive me one glorious ambition for my…
“Here comes the bookman,” he said in his familiar southern drawl. It was early evening, and the porch swing seemed to be exactly the place where we belonged. We could see the long driveway from our vantage point, and sure…
