December 25th, 2015

salvation was not the result of human choices but God's

It is the death flow 9:05 AM Friday morning. Existence charging down to the finish line. "Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may obtain it" 1 Corinth. 9:24.

I got up this morning around 6:30 AM. This morning the sun is shining, which is extremely cool. Thus far no snow in the ground here in West Michigan. Hopefully we will get through the month of December with no major snow fall.

When I got up this morning I made myself one cup of oatmeal and four cups of coffee. I ate my one cup of oatmeal messing with our main computer.

After messing with our main computer I wrote some fancy crap in my paper diary. After writing down my interpretation of reality as a born again Christian I read from a book titled, "Reformation Readings of Paul: Explorations in History and Exegesis" Edited By Michael Allen & Jonathan A. Linebaugh. In this great book I am now in Chapter 9 'Thomas Cranmer's Reading of Paul's Letter' (when I was in seminary I took an elective on the English Reformation/check out this two volume work "The Reformation In England" by J. H. Merie d' Aubignd published by the Banner of Truth Trust 1962 first published in 1853). Carol came home as I was reading and has gone to bed for the day.

Last night I watched television and read late into the night from these two books-

"Stars Seen In Person: Selected Journals" poet John Wieners

"Nabokov In America: On The Road To Lolita" biography by Robert Roper

I read my books till 1:30 AM so right now I feel pretty wasted. But it is a new day so why flip out? I have sunshine and my books to keep me company through out this early Winter day.

I do not know what else to report so I will close to set my eyes on the heavenly Zion. "but the Jerusalem above is free, which is the mother of us all" Galatians 4:26.

"[1] Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,
[2] Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
[3] For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds.
[4] Ye have not yet resisted unto blood, striving against sin." Hebrews 12:1-4
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    Deatheaven 'New Bermuda'

the poem The Scholar-Gipsy by Matthew Arnold

The Scholar-Gipsy by Matthew Arnold

Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill;
Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes!
No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed,
Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats,
Nor the cropp'd herbage shoot another head.
But when the fields are still,
And the tired men and dogs all gone to rest,
And only the white sheep are sometimes seen
Cross and recross the strips of moon-blanch'd green.
Come, shepherd, and again begin the quest!

Here, where the reaper was at work of late—
In this high field's dark corner, where he leaves
His coat, his basket, and his earthen cruse,
And in the sun all morning binds the sheaves,
Then here, at noon, comes back his stores to use—
Here will I sit and wait,
While to my ear from uplands far away
The bleating of the folded flocks is borne,
With distant cries of reapers in the corn—
All the live murmur of a summer's day.

Screen'd is this nook o'er the high, half-reap'd field,
And here till sun-down, shepherd! will I be.
Through the thick corn the scarlet poppies peep,
And round green roots and yellowing stalks I see
Pale pink convolvulus in tendrils creep;
And air-swept lindens yield
Their scent, and rustle down their perfumed showers
Of bloom on the bent grass where I am laid,
And bower me from the August sun with shade;
And the eye travels down to Oxford's towers.

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    contemplative contemplative

humanity was essentially passive in the reception of salvation

It is in the death flow 2:08 PM Friday afternoon. The sun is still shining so the world has not cease to exist.

I took a nap down in the lower level. I am now reading for fun “Conversion In Luke-Acts: Divine Action, Human Cognition, and the People of God” by Joel B. Green. I have really enjoyed reading this book by Green/a real blessing.

I have not much else to report this afternoon. I thought about going for a walk out in the woods this afternoon, but I am not in the mood to leave my cell.

Well I will close to read and drift.
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