KILLER TILLER

Well, Killer Tiller has met his match. He has become the victim of the death that he sent so many hundreds of thousands of innocent precious little babies to. His homicidal ways were clear verification of the total depravity of man, and that although all of us are not as bad as we could be, the depths of the depravity of man know no limits.
There is hardly a living human being in our side of the world as close to the likes of Hitler as this individual. There remains no more mercy. He is damned. It is impossible that this man could live as the serial murderer that he was without repentance and have any hope. He was not only an outspoken advocate of mass murder of innocent babies, but actually funded it, promoted it, and his hands were the instruments of the deaths of untold thousands.
I do not justify the murderous rage of the man who took his life. In fact, I condemn it without reservation. God has said. "Vengeance is mine. I will repay." The vengeance has barely begun. And God is just. I don't know that he has any family to pray for.
God is perfect in all of his ways. I have always wondered why he let this man live a long as he did. But then again, I have often wondered why He let me live.
God is a God of grace and justice. God had grace upon me and I don't know why.

Rockport Worship

Aaron is busy and was supposed to preach this Sunday in the evening service, so I guess I am going to go ahead and bring what I planned on bringing at a later date on the subject of worship at Rockport. Specifically, the "Rationale and Theology for our Worship Services and why Passionate Worship is Biblical". I started to go into why passionate worship is the only biblical way to worship, but for fear of being misunderstood, I am going to keep that portion to biblical models of passionate worship. I realize that everyone is different and everyone expresses themselves differently, so I don't want it to seem like I am trying to force anything on anyone. The joy of passionate worship is that we get to enjoy the Lord in our worship as children worshiping at the feet of their Father.
I have always been thrilled when my children play together in front of me. I could watch them for hours. They do it for their own enjoyment, yet I also enjoy it. There are many times when I have thought that I was the one enjoying it most. Even now, when my children are grown, I love watching them have fun together. It thrills me to no end to see them laughing with glee together at something. In particular as it relates to what is nearest to my heart, namely, the Lord Jesus Christ. As they wonder at God's wonders and ways and thrill at the adventure of a life of faith, I get absolutely filled with joy.
Our Father is the same way. I am sure, if He could wonder, He would wonder, why His children don't seem more thrilled with the words they are singing about Him. Did He not make them the emotional creatures that they are?
Anyway, the theological basis for my thoughts are seriously interesting.

This Sunday AM we are going to be using:

Hallelujah! What A Savior! Hymn 175

Fountain of Grace

A Glorious Sacrifice - This is a song I wrote.

Jesus I Am Resting, Resting - we will do a new version of this great old Hymn

You Are My King (Amazing Love)

I Love You Lord (with extra verse by John Piper)



I am pretty pumped for next Sunday. It is our monthly dinner on the grounds Sunday. We call it Fellowship Sunday around here. But we eat at church after the services. We are going to be using all Southern Gospel Music for Worship. I am trying to eliminate from the list those songs that seem to be "gospel light." I have eliminated quite a few that I used to very willing to do. I'm going to be getting the banjo out for this one. Should be a great and fun day.

Continuous Worship

Nobody is worshiping nothing. We are all worshiping something all of the time. The question is who or what.

The Masses

I went to a MLB baseball game last night. Myriads of fans worshiping their god. Some, just enjoying a night out with the family. Most of the evening, at least percentage wise is spent simply observing the players preparing for the next play. I suppose percentage wise, it is the same with football, although, every play is sure to avail something, either pro or con.
It was sort of a melancholy evening. I appreciated the time out. (Our friends who took us, gave us tickets, with the expectation that we would give them the toy that was handed out that evening, which I did, rather grudgingly for some reason. An Albert Pujols statue of some sort.) At any rate, I enjoyed focusing on the professionalism of the players doing their thing. At the top of what they do to be sure.
I suppose I had several problems. For one thing, the amount of activity offered during the evening surely did not seem to deserve the millions of dollars these guys make. Oh, they are good. Too good in fact for my taste. I would rather see an old man playing softball attempt to slide into home, only to change his mind half-way through and actually barrel roll over the plate as the crowd gasps as if questioning the chances of his survival.
I looked at the crowds and thought about the world. I questioned how many of these people are going to spend eternity in hell. Most of them I suppose. What was there? Some 50,000? I felt like standing up and screaming. I wouldn't have been heard though. Most don't even hear when you preach to them while they are passing by you on the street. Most are simply oblivious. We aren't. But sometimes we act like we are.
Man, this world is going to hell. I can't believe I'm not. Wow. Amazing grace.