Two good books for skeptics and christians

Two good books for skeptics and christians

Two good books for skeptics and christians

Thought for Sunday, 08/21:
"You can sway a thousand men by appealing to their prejudices quicker than you can convince one man by logic." ~ Robert A. Heinlein

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The heart keeps on serving - very quietly, through good days and bad days, happy and sad, high and low, appreciated and unappreciated; it just keeps humbly lub-dubbing along. It endures the way adrenaline doesn’t.

Just finished off dropping off my son at college. This was after dropping off another son at college 2 days earlier. And 2 days before that, another son was put on a plane to Europe. The house, it be empty.

Go therefore …
Matthew 28:19

This is the book that mobilized more missionaries than any other similar work in history.
David Brainerd died in Jonathan Edwards house at the age of 29 of Tuberculosis.
Edwards’ daughter Jerusha was his nurse for 19 weeks.
Four months later she died at the age of 18.
This is what Jonathan Edwards had to say, after which he edited and published this book …

Remembering …
On that same night, Lord Jesus,
When all around combined
To cast its darkest shadow
Across Thy holy mind,
We hear Thy voice, blest Saviour,
"This do, remember Me:"
With joyful hearts responding,
We do remember Thee.

The depth of all Thy suffering
No heart could e'er conceive,
The cup of wrath unmingled
For us Thou didst receive;
Thou wast of God forsaken
On the accursed tree;
With grateful hearts, Lord Jesus,
We now remember Thee.

We think of all the darkness
Which round Thy spirit pressed,
Of all those waves and billows,
Which rolled across Thy breast.
Oh, there Thy grace unbounded
And perfect love we see;
With joy and sorrow mingling,
We would remember Thee.

We know Thee now as risen,
The Firstborn from the dead;
We see Thee now ascended,
The church's glorious Head.
In Thee by grace accepted,
The heart and mind set free
To think of all Thy sorrow,
And thus remember Thee.

Till Thou shalt come in glory
And call us hence away,
To rest in all the brightness
Of that unclouded day,
We show Thy death, Lord Jesus,
And here would seek to be
More to Thy death conformed,
Whilst we remember Thee.