How can a God of love allow suffering and injustice in the world? Why we had to go through such awful events last year? Why is He allowing confusion sometimes, to cry and be in pain. Why there’s no answer to my prayer?
Although people today have some answers and approach this subject in different ways, the biblical answer to the problem of evil and suffering is the only true and liberating answer you can find.
Sproul is presenting God and His ways with a wonderful logic and clear insight. He is very biblical in his style of defending the truth about God’s sovereignty and providence.
In a very generous and warm environment, he is calling us to trust this good and loving God who really has all things in His hands and does not allow something in your life without a holy purpose, often misunderstood by us.
We are called to embrace these dark moments with hope, always recognizing God’s love and care, and believe that, as he is saying … the providence of God is our fortress, our shield, and our very great reward. It is what provides courage and perseverance for His saints.
My first attempt to read a novel was, I guess, at eleven. I haven’t read much in childhood unfortunately. I seriously started to read only after I’ve met God. God filled me spiritually and only then I realized how empty I was intellectually.
So, the first attempt was Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. I don’t think I finished it. I did tried to read it several times and nearly always my mum woke me up. I didn’t understood much because of that. No wonder…
The names were interesting though. Jean Valjean, Cosette, Javert etc. French. And Romania likes French stuff. Travel to Bucharest and you’ll see Little Paris. We copy paste Paris without a licence. They tought it will be a good ideea to copy paste the language and culture. I was taught French from my 2nd grade till I finished high school. Maybe that’s why I started to hate it. Nothing personal or national. I assume it was just my old teacher. Her style was slightly communist. But enough about my petite histoire francais
Talking about Les Miserables, I realized that it’s a sad and beautiful story, but also a story about God’s grace. Max Lucado brilliantly points this out in his book, Grace.
Valjean enters the pages as a vagabond. A just-released prisoner in midlife, wearing threadbare trousers and a tattered jacket. Nineteen years in a French prison have left him rough and fearless. He’s walked for four days in the Alpine chill of nineteenth-century southeastern France, just to find out that no inn will take him, no tavern will feed him. Finally he knocks on the door of a bishop’s house.
Monseigneur Myrel is seventy-five years old. Like Valjean he has lost much. The revolution took all the valuables from his family except some silverware, a soup ladle, and two candlesticks. Valjean tells his story and expects the religious man to turn him away. Butthe Citește în continuare „A story about grace. The story of Jean Valjean”
In this analytical and technological age there is no shortage of books on the church bookstalls, or sermons from the pulpits, on how to pray, how to witness, how to read our Bibles, how to tithe our money, how to be a young Christian, how to be an old Christian, how to be a happy Christian, how to get consecrated, how to lead men to Christ, how to receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit (or, in some cases, how to avoid receiving it), how to speak with tongues (or, how to explain away Pentecostal manifestations), and generally how to go through all the various motions which the teachers in question associate with being a Christian believer. Nor is there any shortage of biographies delineating the experiences of Cristians in past days for our interested perusal.
Yet one can have all this and hardly know God at all.
J.I.Packer, Knowing God, p.23
This book by J.I.Packer was written in 1973. In 40 years, thousands of books on Christian topics like the ones described above had been written and it seems that, as knowledge about God grows like never before, less people really know God at all.
I had a big surprise when I first came in this country. I was expecting to taste a bit of that Christianity that shaped the evangelical Christianity in Romania. That type of Christianity and Christian authors that changed the world for Christ. Big mistake.
My awakening came when I’ve met a Chinese pastor at British Museum. He told me that, in the past, missionaries went from England all around the world. But now there is a need for authentic Christianity in UK. Now, those who benefited from that Gospel must come back and bring back that desire and passion about knowing God.
Unfortunately, this is a tragic moment in the history of this country. You cannot notice a dying Christianity in the UK. Yes, we know about God. A lot of noise. But, from what I’ve met, sadly, too many, don’t know God at all.
I came to believe this much: good words are worth the work. Well-written words can change a life. Why is this? Words go where we never go—Africa. Australia. Indonesia. My daughter was in Bangalor, India, last summer and saw my books in the display window of a shop.
Written words go to places you’ll never go. …and descend to depths you’ll never know.
Readers invite the author to a private moment. They clear the calendar, find the corner, flip on the lamp, turn off the television, pour the tea, pull on the wrap, silence the dog, shoo the kids. They set the table, pull out the chair and invite you, “Come, talk to me for a moment.” The invitation of a lifetime.
Accept it. We need your writing. This generation needs the best books you can write and the clearest thinking you can render. Pick up the pens left by Paul, John, and Luke. They show us how to write.[…]
In an effort to write well, let’s not forget the good news. In an effort to be creative, let’s also be clear.[…]
Good writers do this. They tap the delete button and distill the writing. They bare-bone and bareknuckle it. They cut the fat and keep the fact. Concise (but not cute.) Clear (but not shallow). Enough (but not too much).
Make every word earn its place on the page. Not just once or twice, but many times. Sentences can be like just-caught fish, spunky today and stinky tomorrow. Re-read until you’ve thrown out all the stinkers. Rewrite until you have either a masterpiece or an angry publisher. Revise as long as you can. “God’s words are pure words, pure silver words refined seven times in the fires of his word-kiln” (Psalms 12:6 MSG).[…]
A framed quote greets me each time I sit at my desk. “You wanna write? Put your butt in that chair and sit there a long, long time.” Writing is not glamorous work. But it is a noble work. […]