Doug In a Bottle

I was listening to a MacArthur sermon this morning and he quoted Spurgeon. I thought it quite direct and profound. If you feel your tongue itch to talk nonsense, trace it to the devil, not to the Spirit of God! Whatever is to be revealed by the Spirit to any of us is in the Word of God already—He adds nothing to the Bible, and never will. Let persons who have revelations of this, that, and the other, go to bed and wake up in their senses. - Charles Spurgeon   Good form, sir, good form.

Stephen Hawking has purportedly made the claim " heaven is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark " I just heard John Lennox' s response '" atheism is a fairy story for people afraid of the light "  *slow clap to standing ovation*

I haven’t written in a while. Life is starting to pick up speed. It’s amazing how time almost has a sort of momentum to it. The older we get the quicker the sand seems to fall. This morning as I sat on the couch with my son, my only begotten son whom I love, he reaches up and grabs my face. He’s done it a thousand times by now.   His chubby little fingers damp with slobber clumsily making their way across my face, sometimes he grabs my nose, sometimes he almost pokes me in the eye, and sometimes he just grabs a handful of my cheek with a toothless grin shining on I don’t think it will ever get old.  The other day a thought sailed through my mind. This is how I am loved by my Father in heaven and if you are His, if you are in Christ and He is in you, that is how you are loved as well. Am I offended when my son’s meat hooks dig into my sideburns to tug them like he’s pulling weeds? Not at all, that would be silly because he’s my boy. I don’t just tolerate it, ei...