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the vocation of the natural

“But when it pleased God … to reveal His Son in me …” Galatians 1:15-16

The call of God is not a call to any particular service; my interpretation of it may be because contact with the nature of God has made me realize what I would like to do for Him. The call of God is essentially expressive of His nature; service is the outcome of what is fitted to my nature. The vocation of the natural life is stated by the apostle Paul - “When it pleased God to reveal His Son in me that I might preach Him” (i.e., sacramentally express ) “among the Gentiles.”

Service is the overflow of superabounding devotion; but, profoundly speaking, there is no call to that, it is my own little actual bit and is the echo of my identification with the nature of God. Service is the natural part of my life. God gets me into a relationship with Himself whereby I understand His call, then I do things out of sheer love for Him on my own account. To serve God is the deliberate love-gift of a nature that has heard the call of God. Service is expressive of that which is fitted to my nature: God’s call is expressive of His nature; consequently when I receive His nature and hear His call, the voice of the Divine nature sounds in both and the two work together. The Son of God reveals Himself in me, and I serve Him in the ordinary ways of life out of devotion to Him.

-by Oswald Chambers…timeless

I wish the walls would take a break to hold you up for a while. But then what would the pictures and the smoke detectors cling to?

“Jesus himself taught his followers a prayer which included a clause asking God for forgiveness. He must have thought we’d go on needing it.” Bishop Wright

I need this!!!!! Don’t you?

Beware of Hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Burning Hell by Estus Pirkle

What makes somebody a ‘strong’ person?

Enough muscles to lift an elephant?

A strong heart?

Amazing determination in the face of utter humuliation?

Learning how to never cry when it seems most obvious to do so?

Learning how to cry when nobody else has the guts to do so?

What makes somebody a ‘weak’ person?

Smiling at every cute girl/guy who gives them the time of day?

Running out of breath by taking the trash out to the curb?

Giving up when the going gets tough?

Losing hope at the first sense of struggle?

What kind of person am I going to be this year?

I feel like I’ve been a pretty weak person over the last year. I understand what that means based on my own personal definitions, but I wonder what you’d think if you watched a documentary of my life.

Maybe to you I’d come across as a strong person.

I think the bulk of how a person ends up being like is contingent upon how they react to circumstances in their life, and the ways that the spend free time.

It’s really just a bowl of subjectivism I suppose.

bgh

“I rolled into New Yrs Day…by way of grey albatross..” D.C.

Well here are again at the eve of a new year. I’m gonna do my version of those top 10 lists, but they will be after the new year. One reason being because I don’t have them ready yet. The other reason being that nobody will care because none of the albums I listen to are new. I’m so boring around New Year’s. Blessings

Devorah Sperber’s Last Supper used 20,736 spools of thread.

Devorah Sperber’s Last Supper used 20,736 spools of thread.