Redeemed sinner; @fairgroover’s hubby; dad of 6; pastor of Waterville Baptist Church; missionary @hoperestoredNB; library manager; trying to manage it all!
We’ve started a newsletter for our new ministry project in New Brunswick! Here’s the first issue, a brief glimpse at what’s been happening with us as we prepare to move:
https://t.co/7aTswfs3cp
Yeah actually to be a Christian, one must accept the Trinity. it is Christianity 101. And I appreciate there are lots of people out there who disagree, but they are, in fact, wrong. They can complain all they want, but the Trinity is a basic Christian belief.
emotionally speaking, having a newborn is roughly like getting Frodo to Rivendell. Sweet helpless lil guy needs support
toddlerhood is akin to battle of Helm’s Deep. there’s dwarf-tossing, architectural damage, lots of climbing and falling, a giant battering ram for some reason,
Remembering forces from English and French Canada, including the North Nova Scotia Highlanders and le Régiment de la Chaudière. Avec gratitude, en ce jour anniversaire du Débarquement.
I love Reformed theology.
I am often saddened by Reformed culture.
The doctrines of grace should produce gracious people. Lord, reform us and teach us to speak to one another with humility, patience, and love.
Sharing this photo of Lt. James “Scotty” Doohan of @StarTrek fame who landed on Juno Beach on D-day as an artillery officer in 14th Field Regiment, Royal Canadian Artillery and NOT as the OC of D Company of the Royal Winnipeg Rifles.
What do Canadians believe about God, the Bible, and salvation?
For the first time, our State of Theology survey now reveals the beliefs shaping Canada today—revealing widespread confusion in the church.
Explore the results from the new Canada survey.
https://t.co/cXSgCM4z6R
Accepting and embracing accountability and responsibility, not avoiding it.
Valuing friends and allies, not disparaging them.
If my American friends want to recover “American greatness,” I think they would do well to emulate Eisenhower on June 5 and 6, 1944.
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Speaking as a non-American, when I think of the idea of American “greatness,” this is it.
Shouldering the burden of world leadership, not for conquest or aggrandizement or enrichment, but to help fellow men.
Clearly understanding good and evil, not confusing them. /1
On the night of June 5, 1944, Eisenhower stood on a tarmac in England and watched 13,000 paratroopers board their planes.
He already knew what Air Marshal Leigh-Mallory had told him in private: up to half of them might not survive the night. 6,500 men. Dead before a single soldier touched the beach. Eisenhower had approved the mission anyway, called the decision "soul-wracking," and said nothing to the men.
Instead he drove out and visited them.
He chatted. Laughed. Asked where they were from. Shook hands. Cracked jokes. Not one of them knew their general had just signed what might be their death warrant.
When the last plane disappeared into the dark sky, his driver Kay Summersby looked over at him.
There were tears running down his face.
He drove back to Telegraph Cottage in silence. Then he sat down, picked up a pencil, and wrote a note he prayed no one would ever read.
"Our landings in the Cherbourg-Havre area have failed to gain a satisfactory foothold and I have withdrawn the troops. My decision to attack at this time and place was based upon the best information available. The troops, the air and the Navy did all that bravery and devotion to duty could do. If any blame or fault attaches to the attempt it is mine alone."
Look at what he edited.
He had first written "This particular operation." He crossed it out and replaced it with "My decision to attack." Then he pressed the pencil down hard and drew a long, firm line under the words "mine alone."
He misdated it July 5 instead of June 5.
He was so consumed with dread he had forgotten what month it was.
He folded the note and put it in his wallet. He carried it there as 156,000 men stormed the beaches of Normandy. When word came back that the beachhead had held, he took it out, crumpled it, and threw it in the trash.
An aide quietly pulled it out and saved it.
That note is now behind glass at the Eisenhower Presidential Library in Abilene, Kansas. You can still see where the pencil pressed hardest.
Right under the words "mine alone."
82 years ago tonight.
When following Jesus means choosing to go without, how should we carry ourselves before others? Join us tomorrow at 10 AM for worship, fellowship, and a look at Matthew 6:16-18 -- everyone's welcome!
Worst energy shock in history transpiring; inventories about to bottom; Germany buying BC LNG; South Korea, India and China all come to Canada in the same two week period asking for oil and gas; TSX O&G index up 35% YTD.
The Canadian Left:
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The results from our first-ever State of Theology survey in Canada highlight widespread confusion about God and His Word among evangelicals.
Download the free study guide to discuss the significance of these findings with a group.
https://t.co/cXSgCM4z6R
Mission drift goes left and right. Right is usually more dangerous because it's undergirded with more scripture and argued by the more orthodox, thereby giving it a thicker veneer of legitimacy.
A customer at the library asked me a question I wasn't prepared for.
Customer: Excuse me.
Customer: Why does this machine require flesh?
Me: ...what?
Customer: This machine.
Customer: I am touching it, but it does not work.
Customer: Is because... flesh?
At this point I was trying very hard to figure out whether I had accidentally wandered into a horror movie.
Then she held up her hands.
She was wearing gloves.
Me: Oh!
Me: The touchscreen.
Me: Right.
Me: Yeah, it probably can't detect your fingers through the gloves.
Customer: Ah.
Customer: Okay.
Customer: Sorry to bother.
Me: No, no.
Me: That's the best thing I've heard all week.
She laughed.
The machine worked.
And I thought that was the end of it.
It was not.
Now whenever one of our library computers stops working, someone inevitably says:
Staff: It requires flesh.
Staff: The machine must be fed.
Another staff member: Who's volunteering?
So thanks to one perfectly innocent question, our library now sounds like a cult every time the self-checkout freezes.
Ministers woo for Christ.
They open the riches, beauty, honor, all that is lovely in him.
One main end of our calling in ministry is to lay open and unfold the unsearchable riches of Christ, to dig up the mine, thereby to draw the affections of those that belong to God to Christ.
Sibbes