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    balloonbaptistAt a community college graduation ceremony I attended in May, I was taken aback by a piece of advice that the commencement speaker gave to the graduates near the end of his speech. He declared with all sincerity, “When you lay in bed at night, don’t forget to thank God, or your higher power, or your non-belief system for all the blessings in your life.”

    Yes, boys and girls, welcome to the new age of enlightenment where even atheists cannot be excluded from saying bedtime prayers to their “non-belief system.”

    In fairness it should be noted that this particular commencement speaker was the director of a non-profit human rights organization that promotes inclusion and diversity, and thus he has developed an expanded consciousness that makes him much more sensitive to all points of view. That’s why he could make such a profoundly idiotic statement like, “Thank your non-belief system for your life’s blessings,” and make it sound so culturally relevant and globally responsible. Wasn’t that nice of him?

    Frankly, I had no idea it was remotely possible for atheists to create their own deity named “Non-Belief System” and place it alongside the world’s other popular gods like Buddha, Krishna, and Barack Obama. Does this mean I have to say, “Non-Belief System bless you!” every time an atheist sneezes? Will we soon be seeing “Smile! Non-Belief System Loves You!” bumper stickers on cars? All I can say is, Non-Belief System forbid!

    I’m sure there must have been a few bright-eyed atheists among the graduating class who were initially charmed by the commencement speaker’s feel-good advice, but then when they tried to put that advice into practice, they became as horrified as Isaac Watts at a Dove Awards ceremony. I can hear their train of thought now: “Thank you, Non-Belief System, for blessing me with… hey, wait a minute! What am I DOING?! If I give thanks to an entity outside myself, then I’m creating belief in another power, which is like God, and I don’t believe in God, so who am I really thanking? Hoo, boy, I almost slipped into theism there. That was a close one!”

    Good grief, even an atheist with a two-year degree could smell the potential hypocrisy a mile away.

    The sad thing is, the commencement speaker was on the right track before he got stuck in the tar pit of political correctness. Indeed, we need to remember to thank God for all the blessings in our lives, and thank Him alone for things like our health, our family and friends, or even the amazing ShamWow—if that’s what floats your boat. Why? Because God is the only true source of our blessings. These blessings don’t come from luck or science, and they certainly don’t come from something as impotent and self-serving as a “Non-Belief System.”

    The refusal to acknowledge this truth is a dangerous thing. The Bible makes it very clear that people who feel inclined to deny the reality of God in their lives are “without excuse” because God is “clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made.” The Apostle Paul then tells us that these people deep down know God exists, but they refuse to honor Him or give Him thanks as God. Eventually, under the weight of God’s wrath, they become futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts are darkened (Romans 1:21).

    So come on, graduates, don’t be afraid to give credit where credit is due! If a friend gives you a gift, you don’t say “thank you” to good fortune; you direct your gratitude to your friend, the giver. This is how you properly honor the one who gave you the gift. Therefore when you lay in bed at night and feel the desire to express thanks for the blessings in your life, you should feel free to say a prayer to the true God who bestowed those blessings on you and see if it doesn’t inject actual power and purpose into your sense of gratitude and tap into a deep reservoir of thankfulness you never realized you had. Maybe, just maybe, this humble act of acknowledging the truth about God will reverberate in your heart and eventually bring the realization of your need for Jesus Christ, the Greatest Blessing of all. That certainly is my prayer for everyone.

    I suppose saying such things in these postmodern times would make me a very poor commencement speaker, but I don’t really care. At least God will get all the glory, instead of some non-belief system that never did anything for anybody. Bottom line, we need to be praying more like this:

    O my God,
    Thou fairest, greatest, first of all objects,
    my heart admires, adores, loves thee,
    for my little vessel is as full as it can be,
    and I would pour out all that fullness before thee in ceaseless flow.
    When I think upon and converse with thee
    ten thousand delightful thoughts spring up,
    ten thousand sources of pleasure are unsealed,
    ten thousand refreshing joys spread over my heart,
    crowding into every moment of happiness.
    I bless thee for the soul thou hast created,
    for adorning it, sanctifying it,
    though it is fixed in barren soil;
    for the body thou hast given me,
    for preserving its strength and vigour,
    for providing senses to enjoy delights,
    for the ease and freedom of my limbs,
    for hands, eyes, ears that do thy bidding;
    for thy royal bounty providing my daily support,
    for a full table and overflowing cup,
    for appetite, taste, sweetness,
    for social joys of relatives and friends,
    for ability to serve others,
    for a heart that feels sorrows and necessities,
    for a mind to care for my fellow-men,
    for opportunities of spreading happiness around,
    for loved ones in the joys of heaven,
    for my own expectation of seeing thee clearly.
    I love thee above the powers of language to express,
    for what thou art to thy creatures.
    Increase my love, O my God, through time and eternity.

    (from Valley of Vision)

    Now THAT’S what I call giving thanks!

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    No doubt Perry would have made it safely to his destination had the preacher on his car radio not asked listeners to bow for a word of prayer.

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  • November27th

    THOU GREAT THREE-ONE,

    Author of all blessings I enjoy, of all I hope for, Thou hast taught me that neither the experience of present evils, nor the remembrances of former sins, nor the remonstrances of friends, will or can affect a sinner’s heart, except thou vouchsafe to reveal thy grace and quicken the dead in sin by the effectual working of thy Spirit’s power.

    Thou hast shown me that the sensible effusions of divine love in the soul are superior to and distinct from bodily health, and that oft-times spiritual comforts are at their highest when physical well-being is at its lowest.

    Thou hast given me the ordinance of song as a means of grace; Fit me to bear my part in that music ever new, which elect angels and saints made perfect now sing before thy throne and before the Lamb.

    I bless thee for tempering every distress with joy; too much of the former might weigh me down, too much of the latter might puff me up; Thou art wise to give me a taste of both.

    I love thee for giving me clusters of grapes in the wilderness, and drops of heavenly wine that set me longing to have my fill. Apart from thee I quickly die, bereft of thee I starve, far from thee I thirst and droop;

    But thou art all I need. Let me continually grasp the promise, “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.”

     ~ from The Valley of Vision.

  • November13th

    by John Warburton, Minister of the Gospel at Zion Chapel, Trowbridge, 1859

    Work was now very bad, and provisions immensely dear. We had three small children, and had lost one about six months before. One circumstance that occurred about this time I think I shall never forget. Here was a gloomy scene, not a morsel of food for husband, wife, or child; the wife, too, with an infant at her breast. If ever I prayed in my life, I did that night, that the Lord would take away our appetite, and send us to bed satisfied. And, I believe, the Lord heard my cry, for the poor children wanted to go to bed, and said not one word about anything to eat, for which I felt thankful.

    But my trouble was about the morning, for I could not leave the morrow to take care for the things of itself. I rose very early the following morning, and worked until I was obliged to leave the loom, and could scarcely walk or stand, I was so weak and faint. My poor wife, who was as weak and sickly as I, burst into tears, and cried, “O what shall we do? I cannot live; I am sure we shall die of want!” and I was sunk so low both in body and mind, that I verily believed it would be the case. But what put the finishing touch to my feelings was, that my eldest child, who was about five years of age, looked up to me with tears running down its little cheeks, and cried, “Father, give me some bread; O my father, do give me some bread.” I thought my soul would have burst with grief. “O,” cried I, “are my children to die of want before my face, and I cannot help them?” I ran into a little place under the cellar stairs, fell on my knees before God, and entreated the Lord with all my soul, to take away my life. “O Lord, do take away my life; let me die; how can I behold the death of wife and children?”

    Whilst I was upon my knees, entreating God to take away my life, these words came with great power and force into my mind, “And they did all eat and were filled; and they took up of the fragments that remained twelve baskets’ full.” (Matthew 14 verse 20) And it was repeated again, “And they took up of the fragments that remained twelve baskets’ full.” I did all I could to put it away. “What,” said I, “can it have to do with me in our situation? It has nothing to do with me.” I kept crying for some time, but the whole connection came so powerfully to my mind, how the Lord had fed five thousand in the wilderness with five loaves and two fishes, and they were all filled. Well, thought I, He is as able to feed us now with fish and bread as He was then. That precious text flowed into my soul with such light, life, liberty, power, and glory, “Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today and for ever,” (Hebrews 13 verse 18) and my soul was so refreshed, and my faith so strengthened by it, that I was as sure that we should have a supply as that there was a God.

    I arose off my knees as strong as a giant in mind and body, and told my wife that the Lord would most certainly send us something to eat, and very soon. She wanted to know how and when. “It does not matter, ” said I, “about the how nor the when; I know it will be the case, and my soul can bless God for it before it comes.”

    Just upon the back of this, a man knocked at the door, and I went and opened it to him. He was a gentlemen’s servant. “John,” said he, “my master has bought some herrings to give to his factory people. I had no orders to leave you any, but I thought as I came along that I would leave you twelve, if you like to accept them.” I was so overpowered that I could scarcely speak to the man. The goodness, mercy, and kindness of my dear Lord shone so brightly that I was quite lost in wonder. Whilst I was still wondering and admiring the goodness of God to a worthless worm, a neighbour sent two cakes of bread. I thought my very soul would have burst through my poor body, and taken its flight into glory, unto my dear Jesus. I withdrew into the little palace under the cellar steps, the very place in which, a few hours before, I had begged God to take away my life. And O what a heavenly palace it was.

    After returning my God thanks, some of the fish were soon ready, and we sat down to table all crying together. “Come, my dears,” said I, “we are now dining on the same food as Jesus and the five thousand dined on in the wilderness” and I do believe in my very soul that Jesus sat with us at the table. O the sweetness of that fish and bread!

    (Excerpt from “Mercies of a Covenant God,” the autobiography of John Warburton. Reprinted by Old Paths Gospel Press and available through Del-Haven Ministries).