TH!NK

Richard Baxter (12 November 1615 – 8 December 1691) was an English Puritan church leader, poet, hymn-writer, theologian, and controversialist.

Humbling words…

(via jazzmachine)

Humanity is just as likely to produce a philanthropist as it is a terrorist; to produce hate as it is love. Maybe it’s about time that we lose faith in humanity. It has proven itself to be brutally unreliable again and again - and yet we come crawling back time and time again, looking to place our hope in it once again. Why do we do this?

It seems we all need to put our faith in something. The question is then really, ‘which object of faith is most worthy of such devotion’ because if it is not worthy, it will crush you when it fails.

“My hope is build on nothing less, than Jesus blood and Righteousness.I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name. ”

Hymn: Solid Rock

As for me, I place my hope in the non-violent, self sacrificing Christ - who redeems broken humanity and begins to uproot the evil in the depth of my own heart, so that I might start to follow in his example and love others in the way he does. Humanity is too weak, too frail and prone to fail to place my hope in. I would question why anybody would. 

Blessings

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When two Popes meet. Bros For Life!

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David & Goliath according to angry birds.

asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek, more earnestly, His face.

’Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He, I trust, has answered prayer!
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.

I hoped that in some favored hour,
At once He’d answer my request;
And by His love’s constraining pow’r,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.

Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry pow’rs of hell
Assault my soul in every part.

Yea more, with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.

“Lord, why is this,” I trembling cried,
“Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?”
“’Tis in this way,” the Lord replied,
I answer prayer for grace and faith.

“These inward trials I employ,
From self, and pride, to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou may’st find thy all in Me.