He Come From De Glory

…to show us the glory of God.

Once again, it’s my day to post at Out of the Ordinary.  This week I wrote about Christ as the radiance of the glory of God. Here’s a snippet:

The Son is eternally the radiance of the glory of God. Even in the incarnation, he continued to shine with God’s glory. It’s true that while he walked the earth, Christ’s glory was veiled, with the veil pulled back just once for a brief glimpse at his transfiguration, when, writes Peter, “we were eyewitnesses of his majesty.” However, in a counterintuitive twist—unexpected, but so right when you think on it—it is in the veiling of God’s glory in the incarnate Christ that we, as sinful beings, can actually look on the glory of God. 

Read the whole post.

Thankful Thursday

Yesterday was my day to take care of #1 granddaughter. She’s walking well now and saying a few words. She’s so much fun. I’m thankful that she’s growing and learning. I’m thankful that she’s healthy. I’m thankful that I have the opportunity to care for her and enjoy her.

I’m thankful for the slower pace of winter, and a quiet day today to work on projects. I’m thankful for snow and for the son who shovels it for me. I’m also thankful for my new winter tires.

I’m thankful that brought me and mine safely through another day. 

I’m thankful that God “who said, ‘Let light shine out of darkness,’ has shone in [my heart] to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ” (2 Corinthians 4:6 ESV).

Round the Sphere Again: Final Letters

I love it that these two came across my feed reader on the same day.

John Owen
“On August 22, 1683, at his home in Ealing (a suburb west of London), the great theologian John Owen dictated his last surviving letter to his longtime friend, Charles Fleetwood…” (Justin Taylor).

A Godly Grandfather
“Recently my wife’s parents moved out of their home of many years. In sorting through their files, they came across the typewritten, hand-edited letter in the picture. This letter was from Miriam’s grandfather, Lubertus “Bert” Hoeksema, who intended them to read it on the day of his funeral” (Gentle Reformation).