God! God! God! Ever hidden, ever present, ever distant, ever near; a Ghost, a Breath, making the knees knock in terror, ripping open a grave at the very feet of our pleasure; a mocking laugh at the feast, filling all space like the light, yet leaving room for all His creatures; a Terror, a Hope—Undefinable, Unknowable, Irresistible, Immeasurable. God is a Spirit!
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Deus Absconditus
Deus absconditus. God hides Himself, most often in the light; He touches the soul in the gloom and vastness of night, and the soul, being true in its intent and wish, answers the touch without a shudder or a blush. It is even so that God comes to me.
God does not come through man’s high argument, a flash of human wit, a sudden and audacious answer to an infinite enigma, or a toilsome reply to some high mental challenge. His path is through the pathless darkness—without a footprint to show where he stepped; through the forest of the night he comes, and when he comes the brightness is all within!
My God—unknown and unknowable—cannot be chained as a Prisoner of logic or delivered into the custody of a theological proposition or figured into literal art. Shame be the portion of those who have given Him a setting within the points of the compass, who have robed Him in cloth of their own weaving, and surnamed Him at the bidding of their cold and narrow fancy!
More Messages by J. Parker HERE
Joseph Parker: Poet, Seer, Preacher
IMAGES: Mirella Ricciardi, Vanishing Africa
Attributes of God
I recently picked up the book Classic Sermons on the Attributes of God from my local Goodwill store for one dollar. There were several more books in the series Classic Sermons (from Kregel Publications, edited by Warren Wiersbe) and I wish I had bought them all.
This one is so good. I recommend it. Among others, it contains sermons by Moody, Beecher, Wesley, and Spurgeon. I will be posting some sections of sermons by Joseph Parker here soon.
From the preface:
In these difficult days, we do not need “clever” pulpiteers who discuss the times;
we need dedicated ambassadors who will preach the eternities.
Reset to Eden
Each day reminds me that I am depraved
fixated, titillated still with sin
and thinking I’m smart, I’ve ranted and raved
only to wake up again in this skin
wondering if I am actually saved.
Behold the deep cesspool I find within:
unhallowed Self, to whom I am enslaved,
doomed to start over every day. Begin
again Lord Christ, that sanctifying work
you promised to accomplish through your Word.
Kill the vipers that in our garden lurk;
tell of your blood and all that it conferred.
Explain—as on the road to Emmaus;
or dull mortality may dismay us.
Euro-globalists
insanely bent on multi-
cultural suicide
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