I’ve just finished the initial transcription of another book. This one is entitled “St. Paul Vindicated” by D. B. Wells. M.A. Read more
Those would be frightful words to hear from Jesus on the last day. We find them here:
“Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.’”
We can take this as a call to be “fruit inspectors” in a way. These words of Jesus point to a way to recognize false teachers, or rather false prophets, in our midst. They also serve as a warning to us.
I really like it when my church resumes its regular Bible study program in the fall, especially when we pick up where we left off before our summer break. We’ve been studying the book of 1 Corinthians and we picked it up again tonight in chapter 8. Read more
Christianity is different from every other religion on the earth. Every other religion tells you how to earn your way to a better afterlife. Christianity makes it clear that you cannot earn your way to a better afterlife. If you want a better afterlife you must trust wholly in Jesus for your salvation, justification, sanctification, and entrance into the presence of the Lord. It is his completed work on the Cross that grants you these things. As Christians, we know this through the Scripture, which we believe is the inerrant and infallible word of the living God.
As you know, if you’ve read much of what I’ve written over the last couple of years, I claim that I am a Christian. Not just any kind of Christian either. I believe that a man or woman is saved from sin and eternal damnation by the grace of God alone, through faith in Christ Jesus alone, according to the word of God alone, and for his glory alone. Read more
Some very earnest young men have come visiting me recently. They come to my door in twos and threes wearing ties on white shirts and black dress slacks. They wear name tags declaring that they are “elder this” or “elder that”. They are, perhaps, old (or is it young) enough to be my children.