[This post is not part of the Source of Authority series. I will post the next in that series tonight]
On today's National Review Online website, Clifford May writes an article entitled "The European Caliphate." He is citing Bat Ye’or's new non-fiction book, Europe, Globalization, and the Coming Universal Caliphate. In her book, she predicts that Europe will not remain multi-cultural for long, but will become 'Eurabia'. [Full disclosure: I have not read her book, only Clifford May's article about it. I just became aware of her book this morning.]
This is of particular interest to me, because it is precisely what I predicted when I began writing my novel, Outlander Chronicles: Phoenix, several years ago. One of the major back-stories of the tale is the Islamification of Europe. In fact, according to the Outlander timeline I created before writing the novel, the European Union becomes the IEU, the Islamic European Union in 2028.
According to the timeline, it is, for the most part, a peaceful takeover. After being beset by riots in all major cities, on June 27, 2022, Britain enacts Sharia law that has been tailored to British needs by a council of Muslim clerics meeting in Westminster Abbey [irony, anyone?].
France and Germany follow suit in 2025. In early 2028, non-Muslims are purged from the ranks of the military forces of the three nations. In July of 2028, all EU countries that have continued to resist Sharia are invaded by the combined forces of Britain, France, and Germany. At this point, the Islamic takeover of the EU is complete.
Let's hope that this, and the rest of my timeline, remains fiction.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
The Secret of Running unveiled!!
I’ve just discovered the secret of running! Just read articles about controversial theological issues before you run. I became so angry that I knocked 45 seconds off my best 5K time, even though my recent faithfulness to my exercise program isn’t much better than the biblical faithfulness of the theologians I was reading.
Huh. Gonna have to read these guys before the next race.
Okay, let me tell you what I am babbling about. I think I have settled down sufficiently to communicate coherently. My sweet daughter-in-law emailed to ask my opinion of a recent Christianity Today article on Dr. Francis Collin’s work with the Human Genome Project. The article dealt with Collin’s theological conclusions that he felt were demanded by the results of science.
Among his conclusions was that Adam and Eve never really existed (or if they did, they were rulers of the humanity that existed at the time) and are used allegorically in Scripture. Collins believes (on the basis of his genome research) that there was a population in the neighborhood of 10,000 in the far-distant past (approximately 100,000 years ago), who constituted the earliest humans. Based on a claim of a 95-99% match between the human and chimp genomes (total gene sequences), he believes that humans indeed descended from chimps. By the hand of God, of course.
Collins is a theistic evolutionist, one who believes that the God of the Bible “got things rolling” billions of years ago, and carefully guided the mechanisms of evolution to produce the present biodiversity of the cosmos, including humans. In 2007, Collins founded BioLogos, an organization whose aim is to show that there are no fundamental incompatibilities between evolutionary science and the Bible. Collins professes faith in Christ.
As I read the CT article, I ran across names that I am quite familiar with: Pete Enns, from whom I took Old Testament Intro at Westminster Theological Seminary; Tremper Longman, from whom I took a class on Old Testament Poets at WTS. Both of these men are supportive of the Biologos work. I might add that Pete and WTS have parted ways, due to Pete's heterodox positions. Tremper now teaches elsewhere.
Richard Phillips, a classmate and good friend while I was at WTS, was quoted as warning against Collins conclusions (yay, Rick!).
What angers me is that Biologos and its supporters are jettisoning a vitally important part of Scripture, and doing it in two equally dangerous ways: they are exalting the authority of science under the fallacious moniker “all truth is God’s truth,” and they are employing an irresponsible and illegitimate hermeneutical principle that could be as readily applied against the blood atonement of Christ as it has been against a literal Adam and Eve. Both of these fallacies will be dealt with in later posts here.
This post is first in a series of about twelve on the topic, “What’s your source of authority?” Science really is not the issue here; source of authority is. I'll explain that in future posts. I am adding this series as a sidebar on the Thoughtspot to make it easier to locate the posts.
Pete Enns once explained in OTI the motives of German liberal theologians, who were employing destructive higher criticism against the Bible: they were trying to “protect the Bible from itself.” Pete, you’ve fallen into precisely the same trap; I am so sorry.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Throwing red meat to a doctrinal dog[matist]
Look, folks, I am absolutely convinced of the power of the truth of the Bible. There has long been this utterly misplaced debate in American Christiandom that poses some sort of antithesis between knowing truth and doing truth, as though somehow the two militate against one another, or are even mutually exclusive.
That's a crock. It ain't so. In fact, there is nothing more dangerous to Christianity than zeal that is not tempered by the confines of truth, i.e., solid doctrine (see Romans 10:1-3). Many of the cults had their genesis in zeal without knowledge.
In today's modern church, zeal without knowledge produces a man-centered therapeutic Christianity that has as much foundation in secular psychobabble about self-esteem, and diverse theories of personality, as it does the Scripture. The unfortunate thing is that many of the good, godly people who support such nonsense are wholly unaware of how man-centered and idolatrous their mix of secularism and Bible actually are. Under the fallacious moniker of "all truth is God's truth" they baptize the results of psychology with same authority they acknowledge in the Scripture, and like Old Testament Israel, wind up with a messy mix of syncretism that worships Jehovah and Baal (and ultimately, self).
Okay, I feel better now. Got that off my chest. Let's get to the red meat part for doctrinal dogmatists.
E. F. Harrison in the introduction to his commentary on Romans, considers some possible purposes in Paul's letter to the Roman church. One that he makes a case for is the idea that Paul is intending to make Rome a home-base for his intended mission to Spain, much the way Antioch functioned for the first three missionary journeys. In order to do this, he needs to get the Roman church up to speed on doctrine, hence, the epistle to the Romans.
Did you catch that incredible connection? In order to make the Roman church an adequate base for missionary expansion to Spain, HE HAS TO GET THEM SOLIDLY SETTLED IN DOCTRINAL TRUTH. Let's run this past you one more time: IN ORDER THAT THEY MIGHT DO MISSIONS, HE MUST TEACH THEM TRUTH!
Wow. Incredible. I love it.
And oh, by the way: for those of us who do not like "complicated, deep sermons;" please re-read the book of Romans, and remember that this complex, in-depth message was sent to a young church that did not have near the background we do in either the Old or the New Testaments.
Maybe the problem of depth is not in the message presented, but in us as listeners. Perhaps Hebrews 5:11-14 applies to us.
Sic' 'em, Paul!
That's a crock. It ain't so. In fact, there is nothing more dangerous to Christianity than zeal that is not tempered by the confines of truth, i.e., solid doctrine (see Romans 10:1-3). Many of the cults had their genesis in zeal without knowledge.
In today's modern church, zeal without knowledge produces a man-centered therapeutic Christianity that has as much foundation in secular psychobabble about self-esteem, and diverse theories of personality, as it does the Scripture. The unfortunate thing is that many of the good, godly people who support such nonsense are wholly unaware of how man-centered and idolatrous their mix of secularism and Bible actually are. Under the fallacious moniker of "all truth is God's truth" they baptize the results of psychology with same authority they acknowledge in the Scripture, and like Old Testament Israel, wind up with a messy mix of syncretism that worships Jehovah and Baal (and ultimately, self).
Okay, I feel better now. Got that off my chest. Let's get to the red meat part for doctrinal dogmatists.
E. F. Harrison in the introduction to his commentary on Romans, considers some possible purposes in Paul's letter to the Roman church. One that he makes a case for is the idea that Paul is intending to make Rome a home-base for his intended mission to Spain, much the way Antioch functioned for the first three missionary journeys. In order to do this, he needs to get the Roman church up to speed on doctrine, hence, the epistle to the Romans.
Did you catch that incredible connection? In order to make the Roman church an adequate base for missionary expansion to Spain, HE HAS TO GET THEM SOLIDLY SETTLED IN DOCTRINAL TRUTH. Let's run this past you one more time: IN ORDER THAT THEY MIGHT DO MISSIONS, HE MUST TEACH THEM TRUTH!
Wow. Incredible. I love it.
And oh, by the way: for those of us who do not like "complicated, deep sermons;" please re-read the book of Romans, and remember that this complex, in-depth message was sent to a young church that did not have near the background we do in either the Old or the New Testaments.
Maybe the problem of depth is not in the message presented, but in us as listeners. Perhaps Hebrews 5:11-14 applies to us.
Sic' 'em, Paul!
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Facing Irene #6, Final Report
Boy, is it hot. Been outside, picking up debris, hot and sweaty. Yuck. Blue sky, gentle breeze, river is calm, not even any chop. Water level has gone back down to near normal levels.
Went to bed last night around 10:30. Still had power, wind was a steady, maybe 25 kts out of the north, raining lightly, worst is over.
Well, maybe not. Power went off at midnight. It woke me up; the wind was howling, perhaps the strongest we've had. No idea of speed, but it was making a weird, loud noise.
Big deal, just another hurricane, made sure mom had her flashlight, and went back to bed. I mean, what can you do, right? No power, dark as a coal mine, and it's very nasty outside. Bed is the best place to be. No brainer.
The morning light revealed virtually no real damage, just the normal litter after a heavy storm.
This was the source of our power problem. The Northern Neck Power Cooperative had a truck here this morning, and by 10AM we had juice.
Raymond and I got to work quickly on the lawn litter. Raymond is a local handyman extraordinaire; practically everyone on the Northern Neck wants to hire him. Before long, Broad Reach was looking pretty ship-shape once again.
Oh! Almost forgot the dock. It had a little visible damage, and probably some damage not apparent. I think the deck needs to be re-anchored to the pilings, but other than that, it seemed to escape with most of its timbers intact.
And floating peacefully at anchor, right where it is supposed to be, is the barge I had feared might wind up on our beach.
My brother, Louie, in Norfolk is likewise ok, and has but little damage. The waters in his neighborhood exceeded the mark set by Isabelle. They came within one inch of doing some real damage, but no closer.
My nephew and his wife, Jake and Atoosa, who live within a frog's croak of the Dismal Swamp, likewise escaped significant damage, and as a plus, Jake believes that the deluge of rain (we got about 11 inches, according to the rain gauge) may have finally put out the Dismal Swamp fire that has been burning within a mile of their home.
Another nephew and his wife, Adam and Melissa, live farther up the Chesapeake Bay. They spent the night sleeping in an interior hallway that leads to the basement; apparently it was pretty wild and wooly, but they, too, escaped damage.
For me, it was completely unplanned but entirely appropriate that this little Irene series followed my post on gratitude. The Lord is good, even in the midst of disaster, even when everything turns belly-up. His plans for His elect are always good, even if we can't always understand or perceive the goodness. That's where faith in a real and living God, a real Person, governs our understanding.
But I am thankful He spared my loved ones.
Went to bed last night around 10:30. Still had power, wind was a steady, maybe 25 kts out of the north, raining lightly, worst is over.
Well, maybe not. Power went off at midnight. It woke me up; the wind was howling, perhaps the strongest we've had. No idea of speed, but it was making a weird, loud noise.
Big deal, just another hurricane, made sure mom had her flashlight, and went back to bed. I mean, what can you do, right? No power, dark as a coal mine, and it's very nasty outside. Bed is the best place to be. No brainer.
The morning light revealed virtually no real damage, just the normal litter after a heavy storm.
This was the source of our power problem. The Northern Neck Power Cooperative had a truck here this morning, and by 10AM we had juice.
Raymond and I got to work quickly on the lawn litter. Raymond is a local handyman extraordinaire; practically everyone on the Northern Neck wants to hire him. Before long, Broad Reach was looking pretty ship-shape once again.
Oh! Almost forgot the dock. It had a little visible damage, and probably some damage not apparent. I think the deck needs to be re-anchored to the pilings, but other than that, it seemed to escape with most of its timbers intact.
And floating peacefully at anchor, right where it is supposed to be, is the barge I had feared might wind up on our beach.
My brother, Louie, in Norfolk is likewise ok, and has but little damage. The waters in his neighborhood exceeded the mark set by Isabelle. They came within one inch of doing some real damage, but no closer.
My nephew and his wife, Jake and Atoosa, who live within a frog's croak of the Dismal Swamp, likewise escaped significant damage, and as a plus, Jake believes that the deluge of rain (we got about 11 inches, according to the rain gauge) may have finally put out the Dismal Swamp fire that has been burning within a mile of their home.
Another nephew and his wife, Adam and Melissa, live farther up the Chesapeake Bay. They spent the night sleeping in an interior hallway that leads to the basement; apparently it was pretty wild and wooly, but they, too, escaped damage.
For me, it was completely unplanned but entirely appropriate that this little Irene series followed my post on gratitude. The Lord is good, even in the midst of disaster, even when everything turns belly-up. His plans for His elect are always good, even if we can't always understand or perceive the goodness. That's where faith in a real and living God, a real Person, governs our understanding.
But I am thankful He spared my loved ones.
Reporting from Broad Reach, on a bright, sunny, Sunday afternoon.He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, My God, in whom I trust!” For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper, And from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with His pinions, And under His wings you may seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark. You will not be afraid of the terror by night, Or of the arrow that flies by day; Of the pestilence that stalks in darkness, Or of the destruction that lays waste at noon. Psalm 91:1-6 (NASB)
Facing Irene, #5
[Internet connection was lost, yesterday, so this is posted one day late]
This entry is being done without Internet connection, so will be posted after the fact. We lost Internet connectivity, I think around 11 AM. Power went off, but resumed after three minutes or so. The lights have been flickering all day. Emptied the rain gauge at 3PM, 5.25 inches. It is now 6:10 PM and it shows 2.75 inches, for a total of 8.0.
Boy, was I wrong (in post #4) about the worst being over. Not long after we lost connectivity, the winds began howling through here, and the rain came down in buckets. Even though high tide was at about 11AM, the water has continued to rise.
The dock has sustained some damage that I could see before it was completely inundated, as it is now.
Water is spilling onto the roadway. This, by the way, is the road that I mentioned in an earlier post that simply ends in Whitehouse Creek.
The water has completely covered the beach, and is lapping the boardwalk itself. No sign of the beach!
As of six PM, we are still (supposedly) awaiting the worst, which should occur around nine. Overall, so far, we’ve not sustained any significant damage. The wind direction, coming out of the NE, means that Broad Reach has been sheltered from the worst of it.
I hope to post this tomorrow sometime.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Facing Irene #4
Well, that was dumb. Just went outside in a rainsuit, but was wearing my sneakers instead of wading shoes. They'll be wet for a while.
Had to explain to Rosie, about an hour ago, why she could not go outside to play.
Then realized that she's probably not going to, ah, do her duty unless someone goes outside with her. She has no interest in going out into the mini-maelstrom by herself. So, I suited up, as mentioned, and went out with her.
The tide should now be ebbing, so it looks like the dock survived assault #1.
The water is pretty high, and coming onto the road, but this might be the worst of it for Bertrand.
Funny who you run into in the middle of a hurricane. County building inspector, Steve Daum, drove up, and I introduced myself. We started talking about my dad, and he mentioned that he and dad put their heads together and figured that his dad taught my dad to fly in Pensacola, during the war.
Faithful mop-dog followed me to the dock. Not sure if she attended to her, ah, business, but sure hope so. Mighty wet out here, and I'd kinda like to keep the wet, um, out here, if you get my drift.
Okay now for the vital statistics: winds out of the NE at 30kts, gusting to 36. I expect some of the gusts are actually stronger. Constant rain. No electrical storm activity that I can detect so far. Lights still flickering significantly. A few limbs down so far, but nothing notable. Lighting is sort of a perma-twilight. Interesting. Northern Neck may have missed the worst of this: we'll see.
Had to explain to Rosie, about an hour ago, why she could not go outside to play.
Then realized that she's probably not going to, ah, do her duty unless someone goes outside with her. She has no interest in going out into the mini-maelstrom by herself. So, I suited up, as mentioned, and went out with her.
The tide should now be ebbing, so it looks like the dock survived assault #1.
The water is pretty high, and coming onto the road, but this might be the worst of it for Bertrand.
Funny who you run into in the middle of a hurricane. County building inspector, Steve Daum, drove up, and I introduced myself. We started talking about my dad, and he mentioned that he and dad put their heads together and figured that his dad taught my dad to fly in Pensacola, during the war.
Faithful mop-dog followed me to the dock. Not sure if she attended to her, ah, business, but sure hope so. Mighty wet out here, and I'd kinda like to keep the wet, um, out here, if you get my drift.
Okay now for the vital statistics: winds out of the NE at 30kts, gusting to 36. I expect some of the gusts are actually stronger. Constant rain. No electrical storm activity that I can detect so far. Lights still flickering significantly. A few limbs down so far, but nothing notable. Lighting is sort of a perma-twilight. Interesting. Northern Neck may have missed the worst of this: we'll see.
Facing Irene #3
10 AM Update.
Winds are now easily 30kts, with higher gusts. Thankfully they are coming from the ENE, which means that they are not coming, unblocked, straight up from the Chesapeake. Rain is coming in squalls, which means visibility goes from several miles (over the water), to an impenatrable wall of mist, visibility down to a few hundred yards.
I made the mistake of letting Rosy, mom's dog, out for a bit. Rosy is very affectionate, very excited, and, well, very all-over-you. Nothing like having a wet, handle-less mop throwing herself at you. Got a towel and dried her off.
Tom the waterman is out laying anchors for his work-barge. I don't think he trusts the dock. Small wonder, since the dock was obliterated by Isabelle. As you can see, the water is already almost up to the deck of the dock. Not quite yet high tide (approx 11 AM). This is Whitehouse Creek.
Out on the Corrotoman, white caps cover the water. It's beautiful, but I would not want to be in it.
Here at Broad Reach, I have a ring-side seat. Lights are flickering already, but the power is still on. Right now, we have it pretty easy. More to come.
Winds are now easily 30kts, with higher gusts. Thankfully they are coming from the ENE, which means that they are not coming, unblocked, straight up from the Chesapeake. Rain is coming in squalls, which means visibility goes from several miles (over the water), to an impenatrable wall of mist, visibility down to a few hundred yards.
I made the mistake of letting Rosy, mom's dog, out for a bit. Rosy is very affectionate, very excited, and, well, very all-over-you. Nothing like having a wet, handle-less mop throwing herself at you. Got a towel and dried her off.
Tom the waterman is out laying anchors for his work-barge. I don't think he trusts the dock. Small wonder, since the dock was obliterated by Isabelle. As you can see, the water is already almost up to the deck of the dock. Not quite yet high tide (approx 11 AM). This is Whitehouse Creek.
Out on the Corrotoman, white caps cover the water. It's beautiful, but I would not want to be in it.
Here at Broad Reach, I have a ring-side seat. Lights are flickering already, but the power is still on. Right now, we have it pretty easy. More to come.
Facing Irene, #2
At 8:40, its windy, guessing 20-25 kts out of NE, raining (not heavily), wind is carrying lots of mist, whitecaps on the water, but not solid. Visibility across the river, probably 500 yards.
Time for breakfast, more in a few minutes. . .
Time for breakfast, more in a few minutes. . .
Facing Irene #1
Hurricane Irene is barreling up the coast, threatening my mom, my brother, two of my nephews and their families, my niece. Okay, lets just say that Irene is a family affair. We’re all praying she won’t be a home wrecker.
Doris and I rode out Hurricane Isabelle (September, 2003) with mom and dad, and the destruction was significant, so I decided to come to Broad Reach to help her through Irene’s visit. Thank you BFC Board for allowing me to go on short notice; thank you, Pastor Robb, for preaching and handling Sunday School on such short notice.
I’ll be posting frequent updates to my blog (until we lose power) with the latest news from Broad Reach.
Let’s start with the drive. Twelve looong hours. It started clear.
As I headed east, it was clouding up
It was a long drive, but it wound up being a radio feast. Today I listened to:
- Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scheherazade (awesome stuff!)
- strait-laced Christian music
- Beethoven’s Eight Symphony
- A bunch of country and western music
- An Adrian Rogers sermon
- a bunch of country and western Christian music
- A James MacDonald sermon
- And the absolute best bluegrass pickin, grinnin, and fiddlin you ever wrapped your ears around. Found this great station around Richmond. I’ve got to find out who was playing that banjo – unbelieveable. Take me home, country road!
As I got into Virginia, I began passing bucket trucks, usually in pairs. Looked like someone was pre-positioning repair stuff for the electric grid.
Relax - what you're seeing here is not a bad case of tailgating; he's towing that red car. Guess that sometimes linemen need to drive somewhere without taking the bucket truck with 'em.
Finally got to the Northern Neck. By this time I was listening to that incredible Richmond station, and deciding that I absolutely had to find out the name of that album they were playing. Good thing no one was in the car with me, as I was yee-hawing through the Virginia country side.
This is deer country, by the way. Listen, we don't have a deer population in Darke County. Here on the Northern Neck they are as thick as mosquitos. Sometime I'll have to tell you the story of Ginger the Deer. But you'd never believe me, so, maybe not. She rides in cars and has the run of someone's house here on the Northern Neck. . . . told you wouldn't believe me! It's true, though. They haven't taught Ginger how to drive yet, however. And that's the truth, too. If you visit and see a good sized doe sporting a red ribbon around her neck, that's Ginger. By all means, don't shoot her. You'd have half the county after you.
I'll bet Ginger's gonna be wearing a life-preserver tomorrow.
I'll bet Ginger's gonna be wearing a life-preserver tomorrow.
So what does all this have to do with a hurricane? Oh, absolutely nothing. Today was a travel day. Tomorrow is when the serious stuff starts.
Mom and Rosie are waiting. By the way, she cooked a terrific steak for dinner. Delicious. You can just sign me up for all the future hurricanes.
The house looks out on the confluence of the Rappahannock and Corrotoman rivers, just 8 miles from the Chesapeake Bay. See the tip of the yellow push-pin.
It is a straight-shot due south-east to the bay: when the wind comes from that direction, nothing stops it.
Anchored about six miles off is this barge. I hope it's not sitting in the front yard tomorrow night.
It's 11:30 PM now and overcast. I can hear the surf on the beach. We've got a steady 12kt breeze (estimated) coming out of the east. The air is hot, wet, and heavy; a perfect fuel for cyclonic circulation.
The Emergency Mgmt people were out earlier tonight at the point just across the little creek (see the picture above the barge), ordering an evacuation. The land and road on that point is very low. We're high enough here to be safe from the high-tide plus storm surge, coming in conjunction tomorrow night. High enough, that is, unless God forgets His promise to Noah. Not likely.
Pray for Louie - his house is like, 5 feet out of the evacuation zone in Norfolk. That's too close for comfort. Most of his yard, including his wood shop, are in the evacuation zone. That zone is based on elevation above mean sea level. When Isabelle came through, his street was under water.
Next post - tomorrow morning.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Worth quoting: on gratitude
From C. Hassell Bullock, Encountering the Book of Psalms (Grand Rapids: Baker Academic, 2001), p. 162.
That really stuck with me, as in some ways it mirrored my own experience. I've always loved the natural world, and the natural sciences. As a child and a teen, I marveled at the beauty of the cosmos. When I accepted Christ during my freshman year of a geology major at Colorado State University, it was like going from black and white to color. What had always been a beautiful world, suddenly became indescribably awesome. And I finally knew Who to thank. Worshiping the Creator/Redeemer became the longing of my heart, not some religious obligation.
Gratitude, combined with the joy and freedom of God's total forgiveness in Christ, is life-changing. It certainly changed me!
The psalms of thanksgiving tap into one of the great spiritual resources of Holy Scripture and offer us a spiritual home where the passions of life can find their moorings in a source outside the human self. One of the great tragedies of the human spirit is to become a prisoner of ingratitude, for ingratitude shuts the human spirit up in a world lightened only by the self, which is no light at all. It creates a dark dungeon of selfishness because there is no horizon to give perspective to an individualistic world. Ingratitude is a closed system that prohibits the individual from opening up to God and neighbor. Gratitude, on the other hand, throws the door to this prison wide open and liberates the soul to thank God for what he has done and to share this spirit of grateful elation with fellow human beings.In one of my classes at Westminster, I remember my apologetics professor, Dr. Bill Edgar, speaking about someone's salvation experience; I don't recall if he was relating his own, or quoting someone else's. But he summarized it with this sentence: "I finally knew who to thank."
That really stuck with me, as in some ways it mirrored my own experience. I've always loved the natural world, and the natural sciences. As a child and a teen, I marveled at the beauty of the cosmos. When I accepted Christ during my freshman year of a geology major at Colorado State University, it was like going from black and white to color. What had always been a beautiful world, suddenly became indescribably awesome. And I finally knew Who to thank. Worshiping the Creator/Redeemer became the longing of my heart, not some religious obligation.
Gratitude, combined with the joy and freedom of God's total forgiveness in Christ, is life-changing. It certainly changed me!
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