Saturday, February 22, 2014
How to be born (again)
Book Review: The Pursuit of Holiness
We learn that “the pursuit of holiness is a joint venture between God and the Christian”—we have the responsibility to walk in holiness. In Chapter One, Bridges wonders, “Why do we not experience holiness more in our daily living?” He then proceeds to answer his own question: 1. Our attitude toward sin is more self-centered than God-centered; 2. We have misunderstood “living by faith”; and 3. We do not take some sin seriously. “Are we willing to call sin “sin” not because it is big or little, but because God’s law forbids it?”
There are still fourteen more chapters, some of them with some beautiful writing. Let’s skip ahead to Chapter 16, Holiness in an Unholy World. Bridges suggests, “One helpful reinforcement to living according to our convictions is to identify ourselves with Christ openly”—a student might leave a Bible out for anyone to see. Old preachers used to call this, “nailing your colours to the mast,” meaning that once your flag was nailed in place, nobody could bring it down.
How to die!
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Cowper's Grave
William Cowper (1731-1800) is the writer of such hymns as God moves in a mysterious way, My Saviour Whom absent I love, There is a fountain, and at least three others in the Believer's Hymn Book. In 1719, Cowper collaborated with John Newton (author of Amazing Grace) in publication of a hymnbook, Olney Hymns. Sadly, Cowper suffered severe depression throughout much of his adult life and attempted suicide on numerous occasions. This is the unhappy background to much of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's poem, Cowper's Grave. Here are seven verses out of the total of fourteen. Especially note Browning's grasp of the faithfulness and all-sufficiency of Christ and of His substitutionary death.
1. It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying,—
It is a place where happy saints may weep amid their praying:
Yet let the grief and humbleness as low as silence languish!
Earth surely now may give her calm to whom she gave her anguish.
3. And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story.
How discord on the music fell, and darkness on the glory,
And how, when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed.
He wore no less a loving face because so broken-hearted.
10. ...Thus woke the poet from the dream his life's long fever gave him,
Beneath those deep pathetic Eyes which closed in death to save him!
11. Thus? O, not thus! No type of earth could image that awaking,
Wherein he scarcely heard the chant of seraphs round him breaking,
Or felt the new immortal throb of soul from body parted,
But felt those eyes alone, and knew, "My Saviour! not deserted!"
12. Deserted! Who hath dreamt that when the cross in darkness rested,
Upon the Victim's hidden face no love was manifested?
What frantic hands outstretched have e'er the atoning drops averted?
What tears have washed them from the soul, that one should be deserted?
13. Deserted! God could separate from His own essence rather;
And Adam's sins have swept between the righteous Son and Father.
Yea, once, Immanuel's orphaned cry his universe hath shaken, —
It went up single, echoless, "My God, I am forsaken!"
14. It went up from the Holy's lips amid his lost creation,
That, of the lost, no son should use those words of desolation!
That earth's worst frenzies, marring hope, should mar not hope's fruition.
And I, on Cowper's grave, should see his rapture in a vision!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1838
God was pleased to reveal his Son...
Man overboard!
With such a destined wretch as I,
Washed headlong from on board,
Of friends, of hope, of all bereft,
His floating home for ever left.
Nor soon he felt his strength decline,
Or courage die away;
But waged with death a lasting strife,
Supported by despair of life.
- - - -
Aware that flight, in such a sea,
Alone could rescue them;
Yet bitter felt it still to die
Deserted, and his friends so nigh.
----
When, snatched from all effectual aid,
We perished, each alone:
But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.
William Cowper
But felt those eyes alone, and knew,
“My Saviour! not deserted!” Ì




