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Friday Reads



Friday Reads

'The Accidental Life: An Editor's Notes on Writing and Writers' A Memoir by Terry McDonell

'Wolf' A Novel By Jim Harrison

'The Free World: Art And Thought In The Cold War' By Louis Menand

'God In Himself: Scripture, Metaphysics, and the Task of Christian Theology' by Steven J. Duby

'Simply Trinity: The Unmanipulated Father, Son, and Spirit' by Matthew Barrett

'Bavinck: A Critical Biography' by James Eglinton

'Contemplating God with the Great Tradition: Recovering Trinitarian Classical Theism" by Craig A. Carter

'The Poor Man's Morning And Evening Portion' by Robert Hawker

". . .Methinks as the eagles gather together unto the carcase, so should believers be found feasting upon Jesus. In Jesus, and his glorious excellencies, every thing is suited to the wants of the believer: his name, his person, his work, his blood, his righteousness; every perfection, every promise, every experience we have had in him in times past, becomes food to the soul. So that the spiritual cravings of the soul, when the soul is in health and strength, like the natural cravings of the bird of prey, act like the same instinct to lead to and to feed upon Jesus. See then, my soul, whether this morning thou art risen with a keen appetite for Jesus. Surely thou hast tasted that the Lord is gracious in times past. And if thou art in health of soul, wilt thou not as much hunger again for this heavenly food, as the body of an healthy man craves for his morning meal? Oh blessed Lord, give me this appetite. Excite an hungering in me for thee. Let it be for thyself; not for thy gifts only, not for thy graces only, sweet as these are; but, blessed Jesus, let it be for thyself. And let this desire be continual: every day, and all the day. And let it be wholly to thee, in all that belongs to thee. I mean, after every thing in Jesus; thy cross, if needful, as well as thy crown; a love to thy precepts, as well as thy promises. And, O let this desire be so insatiable, so earnest, so unceasing, that nothing I have of thee may so satisfy me that I should long no more after thee; but rather provoke my soul's appetite, and tend but to inflame my heart and longings more and more, till, from tasting of thee here below, thou bringest me to the fountain-head of enjoyment above, where my longing eyes and longing soul shall feast upon Jesus and his love for ever and for ever. Amen." Robert Hawker
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