Thursday, April 12, 2007

Vision 2025

Facts

Languages spoken in the world:

6,912


Languages needing Bible translation work to begin:

2,286



Population of people groups waiting for work to begin:

196 million



Languages with some or all of the Bible:


2,426



Language-based development and translation programs in progress (still needing varying degrees of help) in languages without adequate Scripture:

1,941




Population of people groups with projects in progress:



Estimated


1000 million+

Something for summer... not!

If you by any chance come to my neighbourhood and want to grow spiritually this coming summer, here is a list of activities prepared by the Church of Sweden in Jönköping. The activities will take place in Tallnäs Stiftsgård. Here it comes, brace yourselves:

  • Topical weeks, rich in contents, celebrating worship, and a possibility of walks and rest
  • Light and pleasant walks in nature
  • IM - individual man-help - before and now
  • Yearly celebrations and life's feasts
  • Everyday occupations - how we used to do before
  • Do you remember the song?
  • Short and living stories!


And the slogan:

deaconal organization - a meeting between people.


Do you, by any chance, miss some topics? Some essential ones? Like Gospel? Like Cross? Like Bible?
I do.
They, obviously, do not. But hey, it is summer, why bother with the serious stuff?

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Coffee Jesus, anybody?

Right. Easter is over. Mind you, I do not write "Resurrection is over". The season of eggs and bunnies is, though, only some left-overs in the fridge remind me and my family that we indeed had Easter time. That is fine. A person has to eat, and why not some more eggs and some ham, if the occasion appears?
The press and media have not offered anything new. The usual stuff: lots of articles about spring, some appraisals of spiritualism, many pictures of the local folklore according to which small girls dress up like witches and collect candy by 'treat-or-trick' (Swedish Halloween at Easter, sort of), crosswords for older ladies, and many, many receipts for delicious dishes supposed to unite families at the table. One or two attempts to actually write about the reason why we celebrate this day were weak and universalistic - I mentioned about one of them while commenting here.

And I thought that nothing may surprise me - after all, it was Tuesday yesterday, and everybody was busy working, right?
My lovely local newspaper, though, did it again - made my jaw drop in amazement over ... I don't know: lack of discernment? sensationalism? cheap attention? Take your pick.
So here is the deal: they did not put one reasonable article about Resurrection and Christ throughout the whole Easter, but one day later they put this:

Jesus showed himself in a coffee cup

Apparently, the coffee grounds formed a somewhat unclear "picture" of Jesus after a woman from Balkan had taken her coffee (there is a name, but I want to spare you that. You may get it if you insist.) The family comes from Serbia and is of Serbian-Orthodox faith, and, as they say, in Serbia it is usual to tell fortune from coffee grounds, as well as to explain various signs as if they were God-given.
The family members are not very religious, they say, but reacted immediately to the picture in the coffee cup. They took many pictures of the phenomenon and say that in the summer, when they are spending their holidays in Serbia, they will show them to a priest in order to get a more clear explanation of the pictures in the coffee cup.


Well, see for yourselves...

First, the cup.
















And the close-up of 'Jesus'.
















It just makes me sad... No serious treatment of the most important moment in our history, and instead - the silliness of cheap sensation... Is this the way our apologetics should go against? To fight lies of a coffee cup?

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

The Day Death Died


But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept. For since by man came death, by Man came also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive. . . For He must reign, till He hath put all enemies under His feet. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
1 Corinthians 15:20-22, 25-26

One day, a mother and her two children were in the park having a wonderful time. They were enjoying the outdoors until a big bumblebee landed on little Brother and then stung him! He began to cry and scream like any child would as the wound on his arm became swollen. The bee was still buzzing around, and his little sister was petrified. The mother comforted her daughter by saying, "Darling, wait a minute." As she was wiping Brother's tears away, she said, "Look down here on your brother’s arm." Right in the middle of that swelling was the bumblebee's stinger. "You see that, Sweetheart? That bee can buzz and fight you, but he can’t hurt you. You see, he can only sting once and he has left his stinger in your brother."

While death is a decided fact, Death is also a defeated foe. We are able to laugh in the face of Death if we know the Lord Jesus Christ. I want to tell you, friend, Death may buzz around you and frighten you, but our elder brother, the Lord Jesus, bears that sting. Jesus took the sting out of Death, and He has given us a hope that is steadfast and sure.

Jesus told Death that he couldn't keep Him. You see – Jesus willingly and vicariously laid down His life. The wages of sin is death, but Jesus was not a sinner and did not have to die. Jesus willingly, voluntarily, vicariously laid down His life.

Death thought he had a victory. Old King Death laid his icy, bony hands on the Lord Jesus Christ and shackled Him with the bonds of death. Jesus lay cold, stiff, and stark in that tomb. Old King Death possibly clapped his bony hands, shrieked a hoarse laugh and declared, "I have Him! He's mine. I am going to keep Him." But after three days, the Lord Jesus stirred, and He majestically rose from His resting place. Jesus did more than survive death. He defeated and decimated death in that tomb.

He got up from that stone slab. He turned around and folded the napkin that covered His face. There was no hurry. He was in complete control. I love that part -- when the disciples entered the tomb, they found that folded napkin placed over His face.

There was that cruel king of terrors, Death, sitting upon the throne. But this time Death had a terrified look on his face because no one had done this before. Jesus began to walk toward him. Jesus reached up and pulled him from the throne and cast him to the floor. Death cowered in the corner of that tomb that had become his dungeon. Jesus put His heel on the neck of Death and reached down and pulled the sting out of Death. Jesus put the crown upon His own head and walked out of that tomb a risen, living, victorious Savior. Hallelujah!

One of these days there’s going to come a shout from the lips of the Lord Jesus when He returns. And that shout will go into the tombs of those who have named Him as Lord and Savior. We're going to hear the shout that Lazarus heard. Our Lord is going to step down from His majestic throne in glory, and I believe the shout will be: "Come forth, come forth." The voice of the Savior will roll through the length and breadth of Satan's ruined empire and bring it crashing down.

At the command of the Lord Jesus Christ, the seas will heave and give up the dead which are in them; the winding sheets of the deserts will give up the dead that are in them; the battlefields of this world will give up the dead that are in them and the graveyards will, perhaps, look like plowed fields as the Lord Jesus shouts, "Come forth."

“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?”
1 Corinthians 15:55

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Monday, April 09, 2007

Rock of Ages




Words: Au­gus­tus M. Top­la­dy, 1776.
Music: Toplady, Thom­as Hast­ings, 1830.

Sir Will­iam Hen­ry Wills, in a let­ter to Dean Le­froy, pub­lished in the [Lon­don] Times in June, 1898, says ‘Top­la­dy was one day over­tak­en by a thun­der­storm in Bur­ring­ton Coombe, on the edge of my prop­er­ty, Blag­don, a rocky glen run­ning up in­to the heart of the Men­dip range, and there, tak­ing shel­ter be­tween two mass­ive piers of our na­tive lime­stone rock, he penned the hymn,

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

There is a pre­ci­pi­tous crag of lime­stone a hun­dred feet high, and right down its cen­tre is the deep re­cess in which Top­la­dy shel­tered.’

Telford, p. 257

This hymn was sung at the fun­e­ral of Will­iam Glad­stone in West­min­ster Ab­bey, Lon­don, Eng­land. Prince Albert of Britain asked it be sung to him as he lay dy­ing. In Hymns That Have Helped, W. T. Stead stated:

…when the Lon­don went down in the Bay of Bis­cay, Jan­u­ary 11, 1866, the last thing which the last man who left the ship heard as the boat pushed off from the doomed vess­el was the voic­es of the pass­en­gers sing­ing “Rock of Ag­es.”

In ano­ther sto­ry:

A missionary…complained of the slow prog­ress made in In­dia in con­vert­ing the na­tives on ac­count of ex­plain­ing the teach­ings of Christ­i­an­i­ty so that the ig­no­rant peo­ple could un­der­stand them. Some of the most beau­ti­ful pass­ag­es in the Bi­ble, for in­stance are de­stroyed by trans­la­tion. He at­tempt­ed to have [Rock of Ages] trans­lat­ed in­to the na­tive di­a­lect, so that the na­tives might ap­pre­ci­ate its beau­ty. The work was en­trust­ed to a young Hi­ndu Bi­ble stu­dent who had the rep­u­ta­tion of be­ing some­thing of a po­et. The next day he brought his trans­la­tion for ap­prov­al, and his ren­der­ing, as trans­lat­ed back in­to Engl­ish, read like this:

Very old stone, split for my ben­e­fit,
Let me ab­sent my­self under one of your frag­ments.

Jones

The hymn was al­so re­port­ed­ly sung at the fun­er­al of Amer­i­can Pre­si­dent Ben­ja­min Har­ri­son be­cause it was his fa­vo­rite hymn, and the on­ly one he ev­er tried to sing.


Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
[originally When my eye-strings break in death]
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

******

Skało zbawcza, otwórz się!
W męce srogiej grzechu schnę.
Boku Twego święty zdrój,
To jest lek zbawienny mój;
W mocy Twej wylanej krwi,
Złota wolność dana mi!

Chociażbym się łzami zlał,
W postach, umartwieniach mdlał,
Nie zapłacę za swój grzech,
Nie odwołam czynów złych;
Tę zapłatę tylko da,

Jezu, sroga męka Twa!
Nędzny, biedny, w sobie sam,
U stóp krzyża Twego łkam;
Jestem nagi, przykryj mię!
Posil, bo w niemocy drżę!

Zmyj nieczystość mą i brud,
Bo nie pójdę żywy stąd!
Skało zbawcza, skryj mój grzech,
Nim ostatni wydam dech,
Nim opuszczę grobu cień,
W ostateczny sądu dzień!
Skało wieczna, zgładź mój grzech,
Skryj mię, Chryste, w ranach Swych.


From www.cyberhymnal.org