May 3rd, 2015

the hope of salvation

It is 10:21 AM Sunday morning. The sun is shining this morning. It is suppose to get in the 70's today here by Lake Michigan. When I write in my blogs sometimes I wonder if I am revealing to much of our lives. A bad individual could use what I write here to steal my identity or rob us. But then I tell myself I am a poor old man who lives in a shack out in the Wasteland. Carol and I have nothing but a heavenly hope. I remember these words in the Word of God, "But let us who are of the day be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love, and as a helmet the hope of salvation" 1 Thess. 5:8.

I got up this morning around 6:35 AM. I got up made myself a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. I also made a small pot of coffee. I ate my oatmeal while messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and got out to read the Holy Bible and a book titled, "Paul's Divine Christology" by Chris Tilling.

Carol got home from work around 9 o'clock AM. She has gone to bed for the day. She is off tonight from work. This evening she will get up and go to Covenant PCA.

Carol went downtown after work and picked up a Saturday/Sunday edition of the Wall Street Journal. I read the book reviews in the WSJ this morning. Always books to buy in the future. I ordered this morning a biography on the British writer Kingsley Amis by Zachary Leader. I plan to buy next month Zachary Leader's new biography on Saul Bellows titled "The Life of Saul Bellow: To Fame and Fortune, 1915-1964" Volume 1. So much to read and yet so little time to prepare for the world to come/the New Creation.

Last night I watched a Electric Wizard concert on YouTube and read till late into the night a book titled, "The Magic Lantern: An Autobiography" by Ingmar Bergman.

I did mow the lawn yesterday evening. Well I will close to drift through the rest of the day.

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My Hope Is Built

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ name.


On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.


His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.


When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.


"[21] Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.
[22] Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?
[23] And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.
[24] Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock:
[25] And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.
[26] And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand:
[27] And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.
[28] And it came to pass, when Jesus had ended these sayings, the people were astonished at his doctrine:
[29] For he taught them as one having authority, and not as the scribes." Matthew 7:21-29
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