To be spiritually dead is to be diabolically alive
R. C. SproulRead
The glory of the gospel is this: The one from whom we need to be saved is the one who has saved us.
Interpretation
The essence of the gospel is that salvation comes from the very source of our need for it.
This quote by R. C. Sproul emphasizes the profound paradox at the heart of the gospel: the one who saves humanity is also the one who understands our need for salvation. It highlights the divine nature of redemption, where the Savior is intimately aware of human frailty and sin but offers grace and salvation nonetheless.
In practice
In a sermon about divine grace and mercy.
To be spiritually dead is to be diabolically alive
Iβve often wondered where Jesus would apply His hastily made whip if He were to visit our culture. My guess is that it would not be money-changing tables in the temple that would feel His wrath, but the display racks in Christian bookstores.
The real crisis of worship today is not that the preaching is paltry or that it's too drafty in church. It is that people have no sense of the presence of God, and if they have no sense of His presence, how can they be moved to express the deepest feelings of their souls to honor, revere, worship, and glorify God?
We talk about predestination because the Bible talks about predestination. If we desire to build our theology on the Bible, we run head on into this concept. We soon discover that John Calvin did not invent it.
Without God man has no reference point to define himself.
I do not want to drive across a bridge designed by an engineer who believed the numbers in structural stress models are relative truths.
Which, I wonder, brother reader, is the better lot, to die prosperous and famous, or poor and disappointed? To have, and to be forced to yield; or to sink out of life, having played and lost the game? That must be a strange feeling, when a day of our life comes and we say, 'To-morrow, success or failure won't matter much; and the sun will rise, and all the myriads of mankind go to their work or their pleasure as usual, but I shall be out of the turmoil.'
the neighborhood is nothing but a protective zone- remodeling, disinfection, a snobbish and hygenic design- but above all in a figurative sense: it is a machine for making emptiness.
Because we believe that our ethnic group, our society, our political party, our God, is better than your God, we kill each other.
I must secure more time for private devotions. I have been living far too public for me. The shortening of devotions starves the soul, it grows lean and faint. I have been keeping too late hours.
In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.
The idea of a superior or inferior race is a myth that has been completely refuted by anthropological evidence.
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