November 15th, 2020

only God can save us from all sin and misery

It is 2:54 PM Sunday afternoon in the icy cold black dismal death flow. Maybe someday the sky will crack open and we will see sunshine once again. Or maybe the cosmos will be casted into eternal darkness.

I got up this morning around 7:35 AM. I slept in late because last night I took before going to bed half a chill pill. So I got up to find my wife in her spot reading her Bible. She told me she had gotten up around 4:15 AM this morning. She said she got up read and listened to a lecture by R. C. Sproul. When we were in seminary I had a couple classes with Dr. Sproul. Dr. Sproul died last year and now all we have our his many books and taped lectures and sermons. As I get older I find out of past professors I had in college and seminary passing away, they are now in Heaven.

So I got up and got a glass of apple cider and sat in my living room chair seeking to wake up to another day. We are now in the middle of the month. From this day forward it is all downhill. Next month will be the last month of 2020. What will the Year 2021 be like for us?

This morning after breakfast I wrote in my paper diary and read till Noontime from a volume titled, 'Reformed Systematic Theology-Man and Christ' Volume 2 by Joel R. Beeke & Paul M. Smalley. Around 1 o'clock PM we turned on the TV to watch some professional football. While watching football, this afternoon I have been reading, 'The Damnation Game' Fantasy Horror Novel by Clive Barker. I also read Clive Barker's horror novel 'The Damnation Game' last night. Carol went to bed early and I went to bed around 10:35 PM.

Well, there is nothing else to report so I will close. As I write I can hear the wind howling outside. It has been raining all day.

white crowned sparrow
white crowned sparrow
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    Uada 'Devoid of Light'

My soul lies cleaving to the dust

My soul lies cleaving to the dust;
Lord, give me life divine;
From vain desires and every lust
Turn off these eyes of mine.

I need the influence of Thy grace
To speed me in Thy way,
Lest I should loiter in my race,
Or turn my feet astray.

When sore afflictions press me down,
I need Thy quickening powers;
Thy Word that I have rested on
Shall help my heaviest hours.

Are not Thy mercies sovereign still,
And Thou a faithful God?
Wilt Thou not grant me warmer zeal
To run the heav’nly road?

Does not my heart Thy precepts love,
And long to see Thy face?
And yet how slow my spirits move
Without enlivening grace!

Then shall I love Thy Gospel more,
And ne’er forget Thy Word,
When I have felt its quickening power,
To draw me near the Lord.
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