Pastors As Painters

(John Calvin, Commentary On Galatians And Ephesians, Galatians 3:1-5)

To shew how energetic his preaching was, Paul first compares it to a picture, which exhibited to them, in a lively manner, the image of Christ.

  But, not satisfied with this comparison, he adds, Christ hath been crucified among you, intimating that the actual sight of Christ’s death could not have affected them more powerfully than his own preaching. The view given by some, that the Galatians had “crucified to themselves (Hebrews 6:6) the Son of God afresh, and put him to an open shame;” that they had withdrawn from the purity of the gospel; or, at least, had lent their ear, and given their confidence, to impostors who crucified him,— appears to me overstrained. The meaning therefore is, that Paul’s doctrine had instructed them concerning Christ in such a manner as if he had been exhibited to them in a picture, nay, “crucified among them.” Such a representation could not have been made by any eloquence, or by “enticing words of man’s wisdom,” (1 Corinthians 2:4,) had it not been accompanied by that power of the Spirit, of which Paul has treated largely in both the Epistles to the Corinthians.

  Let those who would discharge aright the ministry of the gospel learn, not merely to speak and declaim, but to penetrate into the consciences of men, to make them see Christ crucified, and feel the shedding of his blood.  [56 “Display the sufferings of Christ like one who was an eye-witness of those sufferings, and hold up the blood, the precious blood of atonement, as issuing warm from the cross.” — Robert Hall.] When the Church has painters such as these, she no longer needs the dead images of wood and stone, she no longer requires pictures; both of which, unquestionably, were first admitted to Christian temples when the pastors had become dumb and been converted into mere idols, or when they uttered a few words from the pulpit in such a cold and careless manner, that the power and efficacy of the ministry were utterly extinguished.”

The Sands Of Time Are Sinking

This Lord’s Day we’ll be singing a new song, and while new to our fellowship, this song has been around a good while. I thought it would be most enjoyable and helpful to introduce the song a bit more thoroughly before.

    The Sands of Time are Sinking was written in 1854 by Anne Ross Cousin while in Scotland with her husband who was a presbyterian minister. Cousin was inspired by the writings of the Scottish Samuel Rutherford who was a presbyterian theologian.

    Wayne Grudem author of Systematic Theology: An Introduction To Biblical Doctrine says this of the song: “This is one of the most beautiful hymns ever written in any language. It expresses so clearly the fact that the beauty of heaven is the glory of God, and the great beauty of God’s glory is the Lamb who died for us and now reigns.” Anne’s original edition which is also know as Immanuel’s Land, has nineteen verses but was later introduced by a Reverend with only these five:

The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for -
The fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark had been the midnight
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

The king there in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen:
It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army,
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land

O Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted
More deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory
But on my King of grace.
Not at the crown He giveth
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.

O I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His house of wine
I stand upon His merit -
I know no other stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

    I encourage you to meditate on these lyrics, let them saturate your soul. Then listen to this demo from igracemusic.com so when we gather this Lord’s Day you’ll be prepared to belt it! Songs like these should not only encourage us because of the deep Scriptural ingredient but also songs like these serve to remind us of our beautifully rich Christian heritage.

Prone to Wander

Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing is one of my absolute favorites songs we do.  Not only from the perspective of us playing it, but what it does to my heart when i do.  The lyric that for me is one of the most ‘cut you to the heart’ lyrics written is the line that says, “Prone to wander, Lord i feel it, Prone to leave the God i love”, such truth.   Enough of this, take a listen if you’d like…

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing