Upcoming

If all goes as planned, on March 13th Charles Colson will be appearing here on the blog, answering one question I submit to him about his new book, The Faith. He’ll be doing what has now become known as the Tim Challies-style book blog tour.

My question needs to be submitted by the 3rd of March, but the book hasn’t arrived in the mail yet. So when (and if) it shows up, I’ll be busy reading for a few days to try to make the deadline for the question. I am also supposed to be reviewing the book here on the blog sometime before the day of the posted interview question and answer, so I have that deadline on my agenda, too.

I am old enough to remember Colson for Watergate, and since I moved to the north of Canada shortly after all that, that’s about all I know him for. Up until the time I started blogging, I was, like many other Canadian believers, ignorant of most of the happenings in American evangelicalism, which isn’t such a bad thing, you know.

When it comes to asking Chuck Colson a question about his latest book, that he’s been flying under my radar is probably not a bad thing. It means the question I ask  him will have to be based on the book itself and nothing else, and when I judge the book in my review, I won’t have to work very hard to be unbiased. And if the book really is about what the subtitle claims—What Christians Believe, Why They Believe It, and Why It Matters—then I won’t come into it ignorant of the subject matter. It’s all good, isn’t it? As long as the book arrives, that is.

Here is the schedule for the blog tour for The Faith. Why this blog was included in that list of famous blogs, I can’t say.

I will also be giving my testimony in church on the 9th of March. I am not the sort who can fly by the seat of her pants when it comes to speaking in public, so I’ll be preparing for that, too. By that, I mean I’ll be writing down, word for word, what I plan to say.

If I disappear for a day or two here and there over the next couple of weeks, you know why: I’m reading or writing something other than blog posts.

Sunday's Hymn: The Work of Christ

As we move toward Easter, the Sunday’s hymns will teach us something about the work of Christ on the cross. Have you noticed how many of these doctrinally centered hymns have been written by either Isaac Watts or Charles Wesley? Well, today’s hymn is another one from Charles Wesley, focusing our hearts on two particular aspects of Christ’s atoning work: Christ was both our sacrifice and our priest.

…[Christ] has appeared once for all at the end of the ages to put away sin by the sacrifice of himself. (Hebrews 9:26, ESV)

Therefore he had to be made like his brothers in every respect, so that he might become a merciful and faithful high priest in the service of God, to make propitiation for the sins of the people. (Hebrews 2:17, ESV)

O Thou, Before the World Began

O Thou, before the world began,
Ordained a sacrifice for man,
And by th’eternal Spirit made
An Offering for the sinner’s stead;
Our everlasting Priest art Thou,
Pleading Thy death for sinners now.

Thy offering still continues new
Before the righteous Father’s view;
Thyself the Lamb for ever slain,
Thy priesthood doth unchanged remain;
Thy years, O God, can never fail,
Nor Thy blest work within the veil.

O that our faith may never move,
But stand unshaken as Thy love!
Sure evidence of things unseen,
Now let it pass the years between,
And view Thee bleeding on the tree,
My Lord, my God, who dies for me.

More on Christ’s work as priest:

• Christ Who Sits

More on Christ as sacrifice:

• Purposes of Christ’s Death 11

Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:

• Savior, When Night Involves the Skies at joythruChrist
  
• The Third Sunday in Lent at Magic Statistics
• Rejoice, the Lord Is King at The Happy Wonderer
• Lord’s Day 8, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
  
• Shepherd of Tender Youth at Hiraeth
  
• Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise at Seasoning of the Heart
• Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of Creation at Whatever Things…
• Let Us Love and Sing and Wonder at Field Stone Cottage
• I Asked the Lord at New Lumps
• O Sacred Head at Jam and Books
  

Have you posted a hymn this Sunday and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by emailing me at the address in the sidebar and I’ll add your post to the list.

Saturday's Old Photo: Better Than Disneyland

That’s what you’d call a big hauler. Don’t ask me for specifics; I think it’s a Caterpillar. [Update: Silly me. I know nothing. The photo above is the kids playing on some miscellaneous piece of mining equipment. Okay, it’s a giant loader.] The littlest guy at the bottom is youngest son; climbing the ladder is youngest daughter; and on the platform are their two cousins and uncle.

[The big hauler is below, and it is, as you can see, Lectra Haul. Unfortunately you can’t see the whole thing because the photo was taken indoors and up close.] At the time this photo was taken, it was the biggest dump truck anywhere except for a few used in Russia, but it has since then been surpassed a few times over by others.

 

Uncle Greg works as a mine electrician for what was, at the time of the photo, the National Steel Pellet mine in Keewatin, Minnesota. Since then, another company’s taken it over, but I know less about that than I do about the truck. All those years when I knew my brother-in-law worked as an electrician at a mine, I didn’t understand that this meant he worked on these trucks. After all, in my experience, electricians wire outlets and change breaker boxes.

On that thrilling evening ten years ago or so, Uncle Greg took us on a tour of the open pit taconite mine where he worked. Not many people get to tour (It takes special arrangements.), so even his own kids were getting their first—and only, I’m betting—tour of their father’s workplace.

What we didn’t know (and neither did Greg) was that his boss and the drivers of those big trucks had planned a surprise for us all. Greg and his visitors got rides in the trucks, two at a time, around to pick up a load and back to dump it.

My husband was more excited than anyone. Kids take experiences like that in stride; so many things are new to them that they can’t distinguish once-in-a-lifetime from just-for-the-first-time. Youngest son was as pleased to be wearing a hard hat as he was to ride in a big dump truck, I’d say.

And the drivers!  There aren’t many men who do what they do and these aren’t the sort of trucks you drive in parades, so they were tickled pink to have someone—anyone—to show off to.

Greg, by the way, is the uncle we all think looks just like Jim Croce. I know you can’t see well enough to judge, so you’ll have to take my word for it.

And the Mesabi Range where Greg’s mine is? It’s important for a few reasons. There is, of course, all that iron ore; but it’s also the place that gave us two other good gifts: Bob Dylan and the Greyhound Bus Line.