So what exactly are we celebrating in this year of the Reformation’s five hundredth anniversary? Are we rejoicing in the reformation of the church’s doctrine and worship, away from human-centered religion to a faith centered on the Triune God and the gospel of his saving grace in Christ alone, received through faith alone, communicated through the word and the sacraments alone? Or are we celebrating the Radical enthusiasm that our culture mistakes as the Reformation: the autonomous self, individualism, free will, and inner experience and reason?
Solid article from Michael Horton here: https://www.whitehorseinn.org/article/protestantism-is-over-and-the-radicals-won/
What does it mean for angels to be made at peace with God?
It isn’t quite right to say that the Aramaic “abba” means “daddy.” In other words, to call the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob “daddy” at the outset of our prayers is a bit too casual and irreverent. Philip Ryken explains.
“To call God ‘Abba, Father’ is to speak to him with reverence as well as confidence. Abba does not mean ‘Daddy.’ To prove this point, the Oxford linguist James Barr wrote an article for the Journal of Theological Studies called ‘Abba isn’t “Daddy”.’ What Barr discovered was that abba was not merely a word used by young children. It was also the word that Jewish children used for their parents after they were fully grown. Abba was a mature, yet affectionate way for adults to speak to their fathers.”
“The New Testament is careful not to be too casual in the way it addresses God. The Aramaic word abba…
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I spend my days among the dead, the ancient and the old,
I haunt the halls of history, the dusty and the cold.
The pages cannot speak to me, the paper has no face,
The letters cannot laugh with me, the ink gives no embrace.
And yet I love discovery, I live in days gone by,
I love the who, what, where, and when, the whether and the why.
But now that one I dearly love is drawing near to death,
And edging ever closer to her last and final breath,
I find myself rebuked for seeing with the eyes of youth,
And failing to appreciate a plain and simple truth:
That archives, graves, and libraries will never disappear,
But kindred, friends, and family will leave us year by year.
If I should wish to hear the voice of one who’s gone before,
Why would I not give equal time…
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