May 2nd, 2017

the glorious hope of heaven

It is 12:01 PM Tuesday afternoon here in the frozen North. I should go put on my winter coat, so as to get warm. It is very cold and gray today. Maybe before June Spring will arrive here.

I got up this morning around 5:50 AM. I got up and ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I warmed up a cup of coffee and messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and have been reading all morning and now into the afternoon a book titled, "1 Corinthians" New Testament IXa [Reformation Commentary On Scripture] Edited By Scott M. Manetsch.

Carol got home from work this morning around 9:05 AM and went to bed around 9:35 AM. She works tonight and then is off two nights.

Last night I made a video for my BookTube channel and read my books till 10:30 PM and went to bed.

Well there is not much else to report here in the Wasteland. I am thinking I will go downtown and buy myself a new pair of shoes before downtown is flooded with people for Tulip Time.

I will close to face a wall of ice.

"[51] Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed,
[52] In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
[53] For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.
[54] So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
[55] O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
[56] The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
[57] But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." 1 Corinthians 15:51-57
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The Sinner's Portion, and the Saint's hope

473 L.M. Isaac Watts
The Sinner’s Portion, and Saint’s hope. Ps. 17. 9-15
1 Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt prove
My faith, my patience, and my love;
When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword, the hand is thine.

2 Their hope and portion lie below;
’Tis all the happiness they know;
’Tis all they seek; they take their shares
And leave the rest among their heirs.

3 What sinners value I resign;
Lord, ’tis enough that thou art mine.
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.

4 This life’s a dream, an empty show,
But the bright world to which I go,
Has joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake and find me there?

5 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near, and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of my soul.

6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour’s image rise.

"[9] From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.
[10] They are inclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly.
[11] They have now compassed us in our steps: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth;
[12] Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
[13] Arise, O LORD, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:
[14] From men which are thy hand, O LORD, from men of the world, which have their portion in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure: they are full of children, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.
[15] As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness." Psalm 17:9-15
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