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You Play Kirk Wellum

JLF invites you to pretend to be the infamous Principal of TBS.

Who Laments the Vanishing Bible College?

* * * COWBOYOLOGY * * *: Who Laments the Vanishing Bible College Part III:

I thought Clint made some insightful observations here:

"My view is that bible colleges should get back to their core business, training people in a knowledge of the Scriptures, and in the application of the Scriptures to their lives. Failing that, I can safely predict that those schools will crack under massive debt loads.

I also think there is a great need for new, biblically focussed, bible training schools. Such schools should have their genesis in the local church and be the outflow of an ecclesiastical concern to equip young people in a knowledge of the truth.

As God seems to operate, he allows institutions----tools---- that have been used in the past, to be set aside for new instruments. Sometimes the older tools get resharpened. But if the old scythe will not keep its edge, what further purpose does it serve? Let us pray for existing bible colleges that they would take and edge once again, but let us also pray that the Lord of the harvest would see fit to implement new tools as he sees fit."

EDITORIAL: Obama is greater than Jesus

EDITORIAL: Obama greater than Jesus :

Wow. Somebody actually said it.

"Obama is, of course, greater than Jesus – if we have to play that absurd Christmas game. But it is probably more meaningful to insist that with today’s domestic triumph, that he has already assured himself a place in the history books – a space he has good chances of expanding considerably in coming years."

A Christmas Memory from Kenny

A Christmas Memory « Thistletown Baptist Church:

"But here is what I do remember. I remember my mother and I waiting with anticipation as my father got up to enter the living room to begin the process of opening presents. And I remember the look on his face as he stopped in the doorway and stared at the fully decorated tree and the room all ready for Christmas.

And I will never forget his first comment. It was not some verse of Scripture, a prayer of thanks or a shout of praise. He was a very godly man but he was also a real man who was fully expecting Christmas to be less than what he had wanted. As he stood there the words that came out of his mouth were, “Well, there really is a Santa Claus”."

Stephen Gives Us a Peak Into Mark's Song Den

Ever wanted to watch a genius at work?

Then look past Stephen...

Happy Birthday, George Whitefield.

295 years ago today George Whitefield was born in Gloucester, the seventh child to Thomas and Elizabeth Whitefield of the Bell Inn.  As far as dead guys go, no one has impacted my personal life more than George. I thought I would share some more obscure but meaningful quotes from the man to encourage you:

“I love those that thunder out the Word.  The Christian world is in a deep sleep! Nothing but a loud voice can awaken them out of it.”

“Study therefore , brethren, your hearts as well as books.  Ask yourselves again and again, whether you would preach for Christ if you were sure to lay down your life for so doing.”

“I find the more I do, the more I might do for God.”

In reference to getting Christians of different denominational backgrounds to fellowship with each other: “Oh, that all who are truly spiritual kew one another!”

“If the Pope himself would lend me his pulpit I would gladly proclaim the righteousness of Christ therein.”

Writing on his 37th birthday: “I am ashamed to think I have lived so long and done so little...”

“The more we do, the more we may do; every act strengthens the habit; the best preparation for preaching on Sunday is preaching every other day of the week.” 

“I desire not only to do things for God, but to them in the best manner.”

All quotes taken from Dallimore’s biography of George Whitefield.

Speaking of MANners... Have you see the new Dockers ad campaign?

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Good old Dockers is telling men to put on the pants. Here is the “Man-ifesto”

“Once upon a time, men wore the pants, and wore them well. Women rarely had to open doors and little old ladies never had to cross the street alone. Men took charge because that’s what they did. But somewhere along the way the world decided it no longer needed men. Disco by disco, latte by foamy non-fat latte, men were stripped of their khakis and left stranded on the road between boyhood and androgyny. But today there are questions our genderless society has no answers for. The world sits idly by as cities crumble, children misbehave and those little old ladies remain on one side of the street. For the first time since bad guys, we need heroes. We need grown ups. We need men to put down the plastic fork, step away from the salad bar, and untie the world from the tracks of complacency. It’s time to get your hands dirty. It’s time to answer the call of manhood. It’s time to wear the pants.”

"Disco by disco, latte by foamy non-fat latte, men were stripped of their khakis and left stranded on the road between boyhood and androgyny." You gotta love that line!

All I gotta say is, "You go, Dockers!"

The real inconvenient truth

The real inconvenient truth:

"Ironically, China, despite its dirty coal plants, is the world's leader in terms of fashioning policy to combat environmental degradation, thanks to its one-child-only edict."

In some ways it is nice when people just come out and say what they really think.

This little tidbit is, of course, quite old news. And I am glad that we have the Word of God to guide us in such matters.

27 So God created man in his own image,
in the image of God he created him;
male and female he created them.

28 And God blessed them. And God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth.” 29 And God said, “Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit. You shall have them for food. 30 And to every beast of the earth and to every bird of the heavens and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food.” And it was so. 31 And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day.

Should God permit the world's population to increase, He will also permit the scientific discovery to sustain life on the planet.

Christmas Music

This is fast becoming one of my fave's.

The Charge of the Leaf Brigade

In emailing some "friends" today, I came to the conclusion that there are only 600 of us left who still cheer for the Blue and White...

And then I wrote this. With a little help from Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

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Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Leaf Brigade!

"Charge for the guns!" he said:

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

2.

"Forward, the Leaf Brigade!"

Was there a man dismay'd?

Not tho' the soldier knew

Someone had blunder'd:

Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to do and die:

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

3.

Bruin to the right of them,

Sabre to the left of them,

Hab in front of them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at with shot and shell,

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of Hell

Rode the six hundred.

4.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,

Flash'd as they turn'd in air,

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

All the world wonder'd:

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Right thro' the line they broke;

Yankee and Quebecois

Reel'd from the sabre stroke

Shatter'd and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not

Not the six hundred.

5.

Bruin to the right of them,

Sabre to the left of them,

Hab in front of them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell,

They that had fought so well

Came thro' the jaws of Death

Back from the mouth of Hell,

All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

6.

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

All the world wondered.

Honor the charge they made,

Honor the Leaf Brigade,

Noble six hundred.