A Poem

I ONCE WAS LOST

“My Father ’tis of Thee”

My Father ’tis of Thee

I have sweet liberty,

Of Thee I sing;

Since Christ our Savior, died,

Suffered the riven side,

Poured forth salvation’s tide,

His praises ring.

Eternal Saviour, Thou!

To Whom all knees shall bow,

Thy name I love.

It is our Father’s will,

Thy fame all worlds shall fill,

Thy name all hearts shall thrill–

All names above.

May thy words music be,

And may each heart set free

Salvation’s song:

Let each the message take,

Let all their silence break,

Let all who hear partake–

The sound prolong.

O Christ, lead us to Thee,

Thine shall the glory be,

To Thee we sing:

Long may Thy reign be bright

With justice, love and light,

O shield us by Thy might,

Great Christ, our King!

~Written By W. J. Johnson~

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My Lies

My Lies

New Hope for Dry Bones

I’ve been one of those people that figured, “Why tell the truth when a lie will do?”

Looking back, I can see that this way of thinking is ridiculous and just saying that I ever thought that was the way to live seems as if it might be a lie. But I lied to make myself look more important, more intelligent, more deserving to be treated as better than someone else. I lied to cover up my flaws and my weaknesses. I lied to build myself up to be something I was not.

To be honest, I still have to fight the urge to lie. Sometimes, I think a lie just might be more convenient than the truth. Other times I believe a lie might be better for someone else than the truth.

But in reality, the only good lie is the one I leave a sleeping dog.

I’ve…

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One of George Washington’s Prayers

Our Joyous Rejoicing!

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“Almighty God, and most merciful father, who didst command the children of Israel to offer a daily sacrifice to thee, that thereby they might glorify and praise… thee for thy protection both night and day; receive, O Lord, my morning sacrifice which I now offer up to thee; I yield thee humble and hearty thanks that thou has preserved me from the dangers of the night past, and brought me to the light of this day, and the comforts thereof, a day which is consecrated to thine own service and for thine own honor. Let my heart, therefore, Gracious God, be so affected with the glory and majesty of it, that I may not do mine own works, but wait on thee, and discharge those weighty duties thou requirest of me; and since thou art a God of pure eyes, and wilt be sanctified in all who draw near unto…

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In the Aftermath

In the Aftermath

New Hope for Dry Bones

This morning, I sit here in the aftermath of a celebration. Here in this country, we celebrate the liberty and freedom afforded to us living here. It came at a cost. Men and women gave all so that we may have what we have today in the United States of America.

I wonder what those people would think about what we are doing to the gift they gave us.

Sunday in church, I was reminded that whatever men may give, whatever the price they pay, no matter the depths of emotion and devotion they feel, it is as fragile as a snowflake on a summer’s day. It will erode and fall away.

But Christ gave a gift, a gift far beyond what I credit him for giving. He put aside the things I cling so tightly to, revenge, anger, self-image, and became the worst of what I am while…

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Offending people

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Here is something I read on Facebook.

Offending people

If I profess with the loudest voice and the clearest exposition, every portion of the truth of God except precisely that little point which the world and the devil are at that moment attacking, I am not professing Christ, however boldly I may be professing Christianity.

“This is not about money or bargaining power or contracts. It’s about what I believe in and never compromising that, because my faith is far more important to me than my career and always will be.” – Israel Folau

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John Calvin on Calvinists

John Calvin on Calvinists

Matt Boga

I remember the first time I fully explained the Doctrines of Grace to my parents I told them that I was a “Calvinist.” The response I got will always stick with me. One of my parents (I can’t remember which) then said, “Wait, so you’re not a Christian?” Their tone was one of deep concern and confusion, directed not at the doctrines I explained but at the title I gave myself. I was likewise thrown off by their response because what I had just explained, as I see it, is part of the very heart of the Christian gospel. At the time, and in my mind, what I had just explained to them was a glimpse of my heartfelt passion for my Christianity and nothing else. It’s all of this confusion (my parents and my own) that John Calvin himself likely wouldn’t have wanted surrounding his name. In his book, Institutes…

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My views on abortion

My mother told me when I was 12 and abortion became legal that had it been legal when she got pregnant with my brother and I she would have had one. She also thought it a good saying, I brought you into the world I can take you out of it! She nearly did when she hired her lover to shoot me dead-turns out I knew the woman and she confessed to me my mother’s intention even showing me the gun she bought for the job.

All children are a blessing from God. Let’s never despise the gifts we receive no matter how they come to us.

A Blog About Healing From PTSD

I have been silent on this issue because I know that my personal history makes it hard for me to be objective. I have also been silent because I don’t like to offend people. But I believe that if I share my somewhat unusual perspective on the abortion issue, it may make a difference in someone’s decision. So for this reason, I have decided to break my silence.

People keep talking about the word “choice.” They’re talking about a woman’s “right to choose.” Especially in the case of rape. How terrible is it to force a woman impregnated by rape, to carry that baby full term, and force her to give birth? Doesn’t this make her a victim all over again?

I have been raped. I was fifteen. I was drugged, raped, and nearly murdered in the process. Literally, I almost died. Two nurses found me without a pulse. My…

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