Catechism 25

Does Christ’s death mean all our sins can be forgiven? Yes, because Christ’s death on the cross fully paid the penalty for our sin, God graciously imputes Christ’s righteousness to us as if it were our own and will remember our sins no more. (New City Catechism) All? It seems a dream which never humanContinue reading “Catechism 25”

Catechism 24

Why was it necessary for Christ, the Redeemer, to die? Since death is the punishment for sin, Christ died willingly in our place to deliver us from the power and penalty of sin and bring us back to God. By his substitutionary atoning death, he alone redeems us from hell and gains for us forgivenessContinue reading “Catechism 24”

You Shall Love – A Valentine’s Day Anthology

Well, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Whoever St Valentine was or was not, his feast day has come to be associated with romantic nights out and Hallmark cards. It isn’t the best expression of love that we have, but it’s still a day when our culture focuses quite publicly on a very specific kind of love,Continue reading “You Shall Love – A Valentine’s Day Anthology”

“For he taught them as one who had authority”

The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing. (Archilochus) The authority of the fox runs in many directions; centrifugal, it leaves the burrow with cunning, while the hedgehog burrows centripetally, knowing one thing and knowing it deep. And the scribes and the Pharisees, burrowing law, are amazed to see one whoContinue reading ““For he taught them as one who had authority””

“The invisible things of him”

Well, it’s hard to believe, but this is apparently my 500th post here at The Consolations of Writing. It’s been quite an amazing couple of years since I set up this site, and I’m very grateful to have wonderful readers to share it with. Today’s poem comes out of a Bible study that I amContinue reading ““The invisible things of him””

On reading a biography of John Newton

I’d have lived on Clapham Green And played upon its soil; I’d have joined their century And burnt up slavery’s spoils.   I’d have lived in Olney too And written hymns with men Whose poor hearts burnt with Gospel flame And kindled it with pen.   But God has made me live today: The worldContinue reading “On reading a biography of John Newton”

The Mystery (For Joseph)

Your first thought was, perhaps, an anxious one: A vision of your future, spiraling, Into exclusion and shame; Perhaps, too, somewhere an inkling of guilt. (Have I brought this on myself? Should I have seen the warning signs?) Responsible, faithful up to the last, No doubt your spirit still squirmed.   Yet you heeded theContinue reading “The Mystery (For Joseph)”