Catechesis: The Soil You Grow in


The catechesis is the term for the substance of the teaching process of Christian doctrine to ground believers in the Gospel.

J. I. Packer, in his book, Grounded in the Gospel, lists 5 founts, or frames for the teaching process:

To speak of five founts is to indicate that we are now identifying sources for all our catechetical account. From these we derive the substance of vital catechesis, and together they form an ever-present backdrop for all catechetical ministry. Although these could certainly be framed or enumerated differently, we here specify the following five as the essential bases of our catechizing:

  • the Triune God, who alone is God and has revealed Himself to us
  • the Scriptures, the faithful and trustworthy record of God’s revelation
  • the Story, which is unfolded in those Scriptures
  • the Gospel, which is both apex and summary of the Story
  • the Faith, which includes the Gospel and its implications

So if our sun was a pixel . . .

If you reduced the sun to the size of a pixel on your computer screen, this is how big the larger stars would be in relation to our sun.

“He made the stars also.”

What a great God!

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Optional Community?

Telling people that being part of the local church is optional for the health of the Christian, is like telling a married couple they can replace living together with being friends on Facebook to grow closer and become One as God intends.

Carlos Griego

Growing Kids God’s Way – Not Ezzo’s « Pensees

Growing Kids God’s Way – Not Ezzo’s « Pensees.

Today I Didn’t Do It


One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house.

Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened. He found her lounging in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"

She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and ask me what in the world I did today?"

"Yes" was his incredulous reply.

She answered, "Well, today I didn’t do it."

Colossians 1:17 says that He (Christ) is before all things and holds all things together. Hebrews 1:3 says that Christ upholds all things with His hand. And if HE didn’t do it today? But He is the God who neither slumbers nor sleeps (Ps. 121). He is the preserving power of an undeserving creation. But one day that preserving governing hand will pull back and 1 Peter 3:10-13 says,

“But the day of the Lord will come like a thief. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything in it will be laid bare. Since everything will be destroyed in this way, what kind of people ought you to be? You ought to live holy and godly lives as you look forward to the day of God and speed its coming. That day will bring about the destruction of the heavens by fire, and the elements will melt in the heat. But in keeping with his promise we are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth, the home of righteousness.

And that day will display what will happen when He says, “The end of a fallen creation worthy of judgment has come. Today I didn’t do it.”

Church Influence


I came across this quote reading and was convicted by it.

…if your church closed its doors today, would anyone but its own members notice? Would the city be saddened by because such a great community-transformation partner—a missionary of impact—was gone? Or would it even miss a beat?

I realize the community approval is not the benchmark for success, but it’s certainly worth thinking about.  Deeds verify the spoken word.

Abba Changes Everything


Justin Taylor:


Abba Changes Everything

The opening paragraphs of Christianity Today‘s cover story on adoption and orphans, by Russell Moore (dean of Southern Seminary and author of Adopted for Life):

The creepiest sound I have ever heard was nothing at all. My wife, Maria, and I stood in the hallway of an orphanage somewhere in the former Soviet Union, on the first of two trips required for our petition to adopt. Orphanage staff led us down a hallway to greet the two 1-year-olds we hoped would become our sons. The horror wasn’t the squalor and the stench, although we at times stifled the urge to vomit and weep. The horror was the quiet of it all. The place was more silent than a funeral home by night.

I stopped and pulled on Maria’s elbow. “Why is it so quiet? The place is filled with babies.” Both of us compared the stillness with the buzz and punctuated squeals that came from our church nursery back home. Here, if we listened carefully enough, we could hear babies rocking themselves back and forth, the crib slats gently bumping against the walls. These children did not cry, because infants eventually learn to stop crying if no one ever responds to their calls for food, for comfort, for love. No one ever responded to these children. So they stopped.

The silence continued as we entered the boys’ room. Little Sergei (now Timothy) smiled at us, dancing up and down while holding the side of his crib. Little Maxim (now Benjamin) stood straight at attention, regal and czar-like. But neither boy made a sound. We read them books filled with words they couldn’t understand, about saying goodnight to the moon and cows jumping over the same. But there were no cries, no squeals, no groans. Every day we left at the appointed time in the same way we had entered: in silence.

On the last day of the trip, Maria and I arrived at the moment we had dreaded since the minute we received our adoption referral. We had to tell the boys goodbye, as by law we had to return to the United States and wait for the legal paperwork to be completed before returning to pick them up for good. After hugging and kissing them, we walked out into the quiet hallway as Maria shook with tears.

And that’s when we heard the scream.

Little Maxim fell back in his crib and let out a guttural yell. It seemed he knew, maybe for the first time, that he would be heard. On some primal level, he knew he had a father and mother now. I will never forget how the hairs on my arms stood up as I heard the yell. I was struck, maybe for the first time, by the force of the Abba cry passages in the New Testament, ones I had memorized in Vacation Bible School. And I was surprised by how little I had gotten it until now.

Read the whole thing.