“I do not find that Sunday is a hallowed day in and of itself. Acts 20:7 and Hebrews 10:25 do not–at least explicitly–say the day is hallowed. Why do so many of us consider the day “the Lord’s day,” or “hallowed?”
This question, from a reader, is the second of a two-part question that I began answering in yesterday’s post. Both were motivated by Monday’s “Word of the Week: Hallowed.” Continue reading
Monday’s column on the “Word of the Week: Hallowed” elicited these questions from one of our readers.
Hello good brother!
Could you comment on a couple of points a bit further?
1) The name of God is hallowed. I would like to hear commentary on his name (Yahweh) versus the word “God” or “Lord.” Or are all of those words hallowed? If all, why? Continue reading
The failure of the new government-run, health-care web site has provided fodder for ridicule from both the left and the right of the political spectrum. It has given late night comedians material for their sarcastic jokes. Saturday Night Live mocked Health and Human Services Secretary Kathleen Sebelius in a recent skit. And of course, various talk show hosts almost seem to smirk with an “I told you so” attitude. Continue reading
Did you hear about the father who was listening to his son say his prayers one evening?
The little boy began, “Dear Harold…”
Quickly, the dad interrupted and said, “Wait! Why did you call God “Harold”?
The little fellow looked up and said, “That’s what we learned in Bible class.” Continue reading
I’m reading Perry Hall’s book “Grace Does That?” In it he tells the story of Charles Bradlaugh and Hugh Price Hughes.
Bradlaugh was the most prominent atheist in 19th century Britain. On one occasion he challenged the evangelist Hughes to a debate on the validity of Christianity. Continue reading
Yesterday Norma Jean and I spent the day driving the Blue Ridge Parkway. The leaves appear to be at their peak and it is gorgeous. But to break up the drive we stopped at Mount Mitchell and walked to the top. It’s the highest peak East of the Mississippi.
We also stopped at Linville Falls and hiked from the Ranger station to the Falls. The trail was rocky. Uneven. And overgrown with roots. There were places where the trail was slippery. Rugged. And steep. In fact, it was uphill…both ways! Continue reading
This morning Norma Jean and I are waking up to a cool, crisp morning in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Daylight is just dawning. And the darkness dissipating. The fire is crackling in the fireplace. And we’re enjoying a hot cup of coffee!
At times like this you wonder: “Ahh, does it get any better than this?!” Continue reading
Alan Smith tells a great story about George Washington Truett who was a preacher in Dallas for 47 years. He once visited a wealthy West Texas rancher and had dinner in his huge ranch home. After dinner, the rancher took Dr. Truett up to a veranda on top of his house, and lit up a big cigar. Continue reading
For as long as I can recall, going back to my childhood days, ingrained in my memory is the period of worship when we partake of the Lord’s supper.
I remember the solemnity of the occasion before I totally understood what it meant. A song was sung “to prepare our minds.” The men would go forward in suits and ties. The one presiding would often read from I Corinthians 11 or one of the gospel accounts where Jesus instituted the supper. Then make a few appropriate remarks. Continue reading