The Windows

Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word?
He is a brittle crazy glass:
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendant place,
To be a window, through thy grace.

But when thou dost anneal in glass thy story,
Making thy life to shine within
The holy Preacher's; then the light and glory
More rev'rend grows, and more doth win:
Which else show watrish, bleak and thin.

Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one
When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and awe: but speech alone
Doth vanish like a flaring thing,
And in the ear, not consvience ring.
-"The Windows" George Herbert.

The Gospel of God in the Mouth of Men

thats it. thats the thought that has been beyond my comprehension lately and has spurned a great burning in my heart.

The Reverence of Exaltation.

i can't put thoughts into words just yet, but Psalm 145 and Ephesians 3 have led the way. Lord willing, more on this later...

“Pastors have absorbed [a] narrow view of gladness and friendliness and now cultivate it across the land with pulpit demeanor and verbal casualness… The result is a preaching atmosphere and a preaching style plagued by triviality, levity, carelessness, flippancy, and a general spirit that nothing of eternal and infinite proportions is being done or said on Sunday morning.” -Piper, The Supremacy of God in Preaching.