Elect infants, dying in infancy, are regenerated and saved by Christ through the Spirit, who worketh when, and where, and how He pleaseth. So also are all other elect persons, who are uncapable of being outwardly called by the ministry of the Word. (WCF 10:3)
Is the aim these days to say things that are utterly bereft of sense, but since they include mention of women they are seen as cutting edge wise insight? Is that what’s going on? Because, nope.
1- Jesus didn’t sweat drops of blood.
2- You don’t make bread from dirt.
3- Jesus isn’t Eve, and he doesn’t give birth to anyone. Because he’s not a woman. And the only thing Eve births are the fruits of sin.
“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me. (Gal. 2:20)
Not the Onion.
The next time you are about to ridicule something seemingly foolish that President Trump has said or done — and there were many instances in the past week — be forewarned: He has supernatural powers.
He sees dead people.
He doesn’t just see them. He talks to them and relays their thoughts back to the living. This president may do things large, but I’ve been noticing with increasing frequency that he is also a medium.
A few weeks ago, while posthumously honoring a World War II hero, Trump gave the man’s family a report on their departed loved one. He was “looking down from Heaven, proud of this incredible honor, but even prouder of the legacy that lives on in each of you. So true.”
A few weeks before that, at what was billed as a celebration of patriotism at the White House, Trump reported to the crowd that fallen soldiers are pleased with his economic policies and increases in the stock market. “Many of them are looking down right now at our country, and they are proud,” he said.
The schedule is online. I hope to see you there.
It’s kind of amusing that the very people who are most likely to believe that the gospels contain little historical information about Jesus are the same ones who think that we are capable of knowing enough about a scarcely mentioned woman to construct an actual biography.
It’s sort of hilarious.
Tertullian wrote, of the Christianity he knew,
Among us nothing is ever said, or seen, or heard, which has anything in common with the madness of the circus, the immodesty of the theatre, the atrocities of the arena, the useless exercises of the wrestling-ground. Why do you take offence at us because we differ from you in regard to your pleasures? If we will not partake of your enjoyments, the loss is ours, if there be loss in the case, not yours. We reject what pleases you. You, on the other hand, have no taste for what is our delight.
Today the Church is, for most, a circus (or some sort of MMA ring), and the circus is, for most, the church. The Church has been infiltrated by the world and the worldly so that there really is hardly any difference now between the Christian and the Worldling. That would, I think it fair to say, cause Tertullian to blow a gasket. It should make believers today as well, but, alas, it won’t, doesn’t, and shan’t.