This Day, the First

On this day, the first, when Jesus rose
Alive, and set aside his burial clothes,
His faithful followers come together and meet,
To sing his praise, around his table they eat,
And in his Name they pray for peace
And courage to speak, that he increase,
His grace be given, his saving truth be spread,
Because they know he lives who once was dead.
Their God is Father, they in Christ immersed,
This day they glory in him whom God raised first.

JRMatheny

#assembly, #church, #first-day-of-the-week, #poetry, #sunday

How to order the booklet with 1500 Bible questions and answers

On the Prancing Pen site, I posted a poem in honor of Fred E. Dennis and his booklet “Fifteen Hundred Bible Questions and Answers.”

Questions and Answers

Those interested in ordering the booklet can order from Mrs. Benton K. Cochran. They ask the recipient pay postage and a small donation toward the cost of printing. Email her here: bencochran@cascable.net

#bible-facts, #poetry, #questions-and-answers

My Search

Simple faith, the goal of searching,
Life with center and circumference,
That single word of fullest meaning,
Limitless love for one and all.

—JRMatheny http://randalmatheny.com

#faith, #love, #poetry

Good poem about the ironies of Calvary

I thought it would be good to share this poem which was published in the latest Bulletin Gold.

The poem was written by Edd Sterchi, who preaches for the church in Kentucky.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did:

The Ironies of Calvary
By Edd Sterchi

Man of sorrows, Prince of Peace,
Son of Joy, Man of griefs,
Wounded healer, Rejected King,
Earth’s disdain, Salvation’s wing.
Friend of sinners, Friendless One,
Men charge sin to the Holy Son,
Innocent, yet judged with guilt,
Had no home, but mansions built.
The irony Christ was and gave,
Buried, yet o’ercame the grave,
The irony Christ makes in you,
Buried in Him, you’ll rise anew.

#bulletin-article, #christian-poetry, #poetry

The Neighbor’s Party Noise

The neighbor’s party noise is patent:
He thinks to drown his sadness with sound,
To fill his empty heart with drink,
His meaningless days, with movement and song.
While dwelling in darkness, dwarfed by loss,
He makes himself out a magic giant.
To save his soul, Jesus sends me.

JRMatheny

#evangelism, #mission, #poetry

Where’d I Put that Thing?

Now where’d I put that precious thing?
How could I ever forget?
Be it age or lack of a finger’s string,
It still makes a body fret.

I look on high, and I look down low,
I turn the house into a mess;
I turn and ask the Lord to show—
When found: relief! God bless!

JRMatheny

#fun, #poetry

Talking to the World

You’re talking to the world, online,
Every word an open letter,
So make the light of Jesus shine,
Give hope, and make our spirits better.

J. Randal Matheny

#blessing, #poetry, #words

To Be the One Whom Jesus Loved

To be the one whom Jesus loved,
What privilege true and rare!
To know the man whose love was proved,
To hear him in his prayer!

To sit with Christ, upon him lean,
His every secret share!
To witness every step and scene,
With spirit pure and bare! Continue reading

#apostle-john, #love-of-christ, #poetry

Poem: Good Timber

You’ll probably like this:

#growth, #hardship, #poetry

God loves you, regardless. His commands permit fellowship.

white-gloveGod loves you, regardless. His commands are conditions to enjoy his presence, for he is holy and whoever approaches him must be purified through obedient faith in the blood of Christ. His commands are not requirements for love. He loved you before you sinned, and after. It is his love that reaches out to you and invites you to obedience. His love comes before your obedience, not after.

Humans make behavior a condition of love. To earn love you must do this or that, or be perfect in some way. God does not do this. His commands put us in a position to receive forgiveness. His commands are themselves an expression of his love. Continue reading

#books, #corollaries, #love-of-god, #poetry, #success, #travel

Fleshing out conversion

turn-signalWe hold half-formed ideas about many words. For some, conversion hides one of those nebulous meanings. Its basic meaning is turning or change.

Think of converting an automobile motor from gasoline into natural gas. In order to do what it could not before, some things have to be tinkered with. And what it did before, it does no longer. To convert it over is not a complicated process, but not anyone can do it.

Converting a soul from sin and self, from the world and the flesh, in order to know and serve God is not only a personal decision on the part of the person, but a job only the Creator can undertake. Continue reading

#conversion, #corollaries, #jesus-christ, #offering, #poetry, #renewal

All the Time

God is good, all the time,
Even when we are not;
God is great, glory sublime,
Let him by all be sought!

God protects, going and doing,
His sleepless help is near;
While his good will we’re pursuing,
Nothing we need fear.

JRMatheny

#god, #poetry, #security

Upon My Face, Upon My Cross

Before you, Lord, I bow my head,
I know that you in heaven reign;
Upon my face I fall in dread,
My many sins become my pain.

How blessed are we, with blood to save,
With hope to guide, and love embrace,
All things possess, your Spirit gave
A promise soon to see your face. Continue reading

#faith, #poetry, #prayers

Our Games and Gabble

By J. Randal Matheny © 2016

No time to read, no time to pray,
No time to think and ponder,
Our games and gabble fill our day,
No room is left for wonder. Continue reading

#poetry, #waste-of-time, #whatever

Rages on the Spiritual Battle

By J. Randal Matheny © 2016

There are places in our mind where we don’t want to go,
There is evil in the world we’d do better not to know;
From the devil’s deadly sin I would flee to Earth’s far end,
Let me never to temptation of the flesh give in or bend. Continue reading

#cross-of-christ, #holy-spirit, #poetry, #spiritual-warfare