THE DAILY ROUTINE OF JONATHAN EDWARDS
1.Early Rising and Prayer (4:00â5:00 AM)
Edwards normally rose between four and five in the morning. The first moments of the day were spent in private prayer, meditation on Scripture, and quiet reflection. He believed the mind was clearest before the world became busy.
2.Morning Study and Sermon Preparation (5:00â11:00 AM)
These hours were devoted to deep intellectual work. Edwards studied Scripture in the original languages, read theology and philosophy, and prepared sermons. This period formed the backbone of his ministry.
3.Midday Meal and Brief Refreshment (11:00â12:00)
He ate lightly because he believed heavy meals dulled the mind. After eating he often walked briefly or rested so that his mind would remain sharp.
4.Pastoral Ministry and Counseling (12:00â5:00 PM)
Afternoons were used for pastoral duties. This included counseling people concerned about their souls, meeting with church members, visiting the sick, preparing lectures, and answering theological questions. During revival seasons many visitors filled his study seeking guidance.
5.Solitary Horseback Meditation (Late Afternoon)
Edwards frequently rode horseback alone. During these rides he meditated on theological ideas. When a thought occurred, he wrote it on a small paper and pinned it to his coat so he could expand it later.
6.Evening Meal and Family Time (Around 6:00 PM)
Evenings began with time at home. His household was orderly and hospitable, largely due to the careful management of his wife Sarah. The family often shared spiritual conversation and devotion.
7.Evening Study and Writing (7:30â10:00 PM)
Edwards returned to his study during the evening to organize sermons, write theological reflections, and develop his arguments. Many of his major writings began during these quiet hours.
8.Sleep and Preparation for the Next Day (Around 10:00 PM)
He retired at a moderate hour so he could rise early again the next morning and maintain his disciplined routine.
9.Weekly Instruction of Children (Sabbath Morning)
Each Sunday morning Edwards catechized the children of the church, teaching them Scripture and doctrine and often giving them questions that required Bible study.
10.Regular Physical Exercise
To maintain health he often walked, rode horseback, or cut wood during winter. He believed physical activity helped keep the mind strong for study.
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John MacArthur explains the greatest gospel verse in the Bible:
2 Corinthians 5:21 - âFor our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.â
âHey, CALVINISTS, how about you explain what Jesus meant when he said, âFor God so loved the world that he gave his only son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life?ââ
Well, I think it means that God loved the world so he gave his only son so that whoever believes in him will receive eternal life. Thank you for asking.
Many use verses from Luke to justify the Hail Mary prayer, but none of these verses support praying to Mary. Letâs look carefully at what Scripture actually says.
In Luke 1:28, the angel greets Mary with âGreetings, you who are highly favoured.â It is not âHail Mary, full of grace.â The Greek word charitoĆ means favoured by grace, not a giver of grace. The angel is declaring what God has done for her, not who she is to others.
In Luke 1:42, Elizabeth, filled with the Holy Spirit, blesses Mary and the child she carries. This is not a prayer. It is a statement of praise to God for what He has done through her. Elizabeth is speaking to Mary, not praying through Mary.
The phrase âHoly Mary, Mother of Godâ does not appear anywhere in Scripture. Mary is indeed the earthly mother of Jesus, who is God incarnate (John 1:14), but that title was never meant to make her the âMother of Godâ in the eternal sense. God has no mother. Mary was the chosen vessel for the incarnation, not the origin of divinity.
The final line, âPray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death,â directly contradicts Scripture. The Bible teaches that there is only one Mediator between God and man... the man Christ Jesus (1 Timothy 2:5). No verse ever instructs believers to pray to the dead or to ask saints for intercession. In fact, such practices were condemned in passages like Deuteronomy 18:10â12, where communication with the dead is called detestable to the Lord.
Mary herself confessed her need for a Saviour in Luke 1:47 âMy spirit rejoices in God my Saviour.â If she needed a Saviour, she could not be sinless or a mediator.
The so-called Hail Mary is not found in the Bible. It is a man-made prayer that twists greetings and blessings into adoration and intercession - things reserved for God alone.
The true Mary would never receive worship. She would point, as she always did, to her Son and say, âDo whatever He tells youâ (John 2:5).
Inspired by the Nicene Creed, âUwo Dukunda Tutaramubonaâ by N. Esron beautifully declares the mystery of our faith believing in Christ unseen, yet known in our hearts.
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We are saddened by the death of our friend Voddie Baucham, but give thanks to God that he is experiencing the life and hope of Jesus Christ that he so faithfully proclaimed.
My mom comes to me when she wants to understand the Bible better.
And I go to my mom when I want to know how to obey the Bible better.
There are Christians who understand the Bible less than we do, but they obey it better than we do.
So be humble about your good theology.
As you go to sleep tonight pray for Erika Kirk, and their 2 beautiful children.
Tomorrow those children wake up for the first time without their daddy.
Tomorrow Erika wakes up for the first time without her husband.
May God our Father comfort Erika and those little children in and through this horrific tragedy.
The Cross Still Offends
The bullet tore the air in half.
A folding chair rattled. A Bible dropped. A young man slumped sideways beneath a white event tent, eyes wide with the weight of eternity.
It was supposed to be a conversation. A âprove me wrongâ segment. But this time, rebuttal came not with words, but with a rifle.
Charlie Kirk didnât get to finish his sentence.
I got the news just before prayer meeting. I contemplated this death as I prepared to lead the saints in prayer. But I didnât feel like praying. Not tonight. My hands were still. My mouth was ready. But my soul was pacing. Angry. Grieving. Tempted.
Tempted to grow quiet.
Tempted to sit this one out.
Tempted to wonder if any of this, faith, boldness, public gospel witness, is still worth it.
Because hatred in this country isnât simmering anymore. It is boiling.
Europe is trembling. Israel is burning. Rockets lit the sky over Gaza again. And now, here on American soil, the blood of a Christian apologist paints the pavement of a university quad.
What do you do with that?
What do you say when courage gets gunned down in daylight?
Charlie Kirk was no perfect man. None of us are.
But he had backbone where most of us donât anymore. He was a believer. Unashamed. Unafraid. He understood that real conversations only happen when truth is welcome at the table. And the truth he carried most was Christ.
He brought the gospel into public space on purpose. Because the gospel isnât supposed to stay in church basements and private Bible studies. It is meant to confront. It is supposed to offend. It was not made for safety.
The Word became flesh and they nailed Him to a tree.
So of course they came for Charlie.
Of course they reached for a gun.
This is what evil does when it runs out of arguments. It doesnât reason. It kills.
Thatâs the part that catches in my throat. Not just the sadness, but the strategy of hell behind it.
The Enemy wants us afraid.
He wants us to see what happened to Charlie and backpedal.
He wants the rest of us to whisper, to soften the message, to believe the lie that faith should stay private.
But Christ never whispered.
He preached in temples, on hillsides, in courtrooms, at dinner tables.
And when they told Him to be quiet, He picked up His cross.
Not a symbolic one.
A real one.
Heavy. Bloody. Splintered.
When Jesus said, âFollow Me,â He didnât hand out maps. He handed out crosses.
Thatâs what I remembered tonight.
I sat in our prayer space, surrounded by saints who had brought prayer lists and worn Bibles. And I realized I didnât want to lead them in mourning. I didnât want to lead them in mourning. I wanted to lead them into battle. Not with banners or fists, but with open Bibles and tear-stained prayers.
The kind of war that kneels in gravel beside the wounded, hands them living water, and refuses to leave. The kind that speaks both mercy and judgment without flinching. The kind Charlie died for.
This world is not a friend to grace. But grace isnât fragile.
âWho shall separate us from the love of Christ?â
Paul didnât leave that question unanswered.
âShall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?â
âRomans 8:35
He piles up every fear you and I carry and then sets them on fire.
âNo. In all these things we are more than conquerors.â
That means bullets donât win. Slander doesnât win. Prison bars donât win. Death doesnât win.
You can lose everything in this world and still walk into glory with your head lifted high. Because the love of God in Christ Jesus isnât suspended by headlines or gunfire.
There are two worlds unfolding right now.
The one you see.
And the one you donât.
One is filled with chaos. The other is filled with crowns.
I believe that when Charlie Kirkâs body slumped to the concrete, his soul stood upright in heaven. Not limping. Not silenced. Not stunned. But crowned.
He didnât fall.
He crossed.
The great cloud of witnesses gained another voice.
And I wonder if Stephen met him there.
The first martyr.
The man who got stoned for preaching what the crowd didnât want to hear.
The man who, in his final breath, saw the heavens open.
The only time in all of Scripture we see Jesus standing at the right hand of God, rising to receive one of His own.
I like to believe He stood again.
Are you afraid?
Do you feel the tremble in your spirit?
Do you wonder if itâs still worth it to speak boldly, to carry your Bible, to preach the gospel in a world that doesnât just disagree but wants you gone?
Youâre not alone.
Youâre not weak for feeling that.
But you are called to something stronger than silence.
Donât let fear become your theology.
The cost is high. But the reward?
The reward is Christ. And Heâs not a concept. Heâs a King.
Heaven is not empty.
It is filled with scarred saints who refused to bow to fear.
Men who were stoned.
Women who were burned.
Children who sang while the flames climbed.
And every last one of them arrived.
There is no difficulty that can cancel the promise of God.
There is no persecution that can derail your destination.
There is no sniperâs bullet that can separate a soul from Christ.
Your life is not measured by how long you live on earth, but by how much of it was spent pointing to heaven.
Paul said, âI have fought the good fight⊠I have kept the faith.â
Then he looked toward the reward.
Not a monument. Not a mention in history books.
But a crown.
Handed to him by the One with nail marks still in His hands.
So let me say this clearly.
We do not mourn like the world mourns.
We do not write eulogies dripping with sentiment.
We sing songs of resurrection.
We carry the banner of a Kingdom that does not tremble.
Charlie Kirk did not die for nothing.
He died carrying the same message you and I must now carry forward.
The cross stands tall.
The tomb is still empty.
And the gospel has not lost one ounce of power.
So pick up your cross.
Wipe your eyes.
And keep going.
The crown is worth it.
The King is coming.
And thereâs still time to speak.
Even if they shoot.
Lord, give us courage.
And if not safety, give us joy.
For we carry not just the message, but the marks.
And You are worth every bruise.
Treat your wife better than you treat anything or anyone. That's your covenant with God. That's your first ministry. To love her the way Christ loves the church is a high calling. If you fail at that, you've failed at everything.
- Paul Washer
Understanding Church and Its Purpose đ§”
The Church
From the beginning, God has never been interested in lifeless buildings or human-made monuments of stone. His purpose has always been a people set apart for Himself. The church is not mortar and bricks, it is not stained glass or religious halls, it is the living body of those redeemed by Christâs blood. The very word âchurchâ comes from the Greek ekklesia which means âcalled-out ones.â This identity cannot be reduced to a building, for Scripture is clear, the church is people. Paul writes in Romans 16:5, ââŠgreet the church that is in their house.â Notice carefully: the church was present in their house, but it was not the house itself. It was the body of believers gathered in the name of Christ.
The church is the body of Christ, with Christ Himself as the head. Ephesians 1:22-23 says, âAnd God placed all things under his feet and appointed him to be head over everything for the church, which is his body, the fullness of him who fills everything in every way.â The body of Christ stretches across history and geography... composed of every true believer from Pentecost in Acts 2 until Christâs return.