During on of our youth groups bible studies, a question regarding the Trinity came up. This led to a short discussion about how God can inhabit three Persons and still be one. I realize I have never written about this before, so I thought now is as good a time as ever. I have a simple understanding of the trinity which has been enough for me over the years.
This is not an explanation to non-Christians about the Trinity. There is no comprehensible way to explain it without delving into spiritual matters that they do not believe in. So, in order for a non-Christian to understand he must also choose to believe.
Exhibit A: The Common Mousetrap
It has many pieces, which all serve totally different purposes, but for a common goal: to catch a mouse. You cannot have the base without the latch, or the latch without the spring and bar.
Exhibit B: The Egg
I was talking with Mike W at church this morning and he brought up this example that fits perfectly. What is an egg without a shell? Or a shell without egg white? What is egg white without the yolk?
Jesus Christ, Jehovah, and the Holy Spirit are all one. Just as the mousetrap is a mousetrap, and an egg is an egg. They exist in perfect unity, with different purposes, but towards a common goal.
Let me explain them a little bit further individually.
#1 – Jehovah
Jehovah is the foundational member of the trinity. He is the omnipresent, omnipotent, and omniscient one. Where the Holy Spirit cannot go or what Jesus cannot do, the Father can.
He is called the Father for a reason. He has authority over the other two, thus producing unity. Where there is no authority, there is no unity. This is one of the reasons I had a problem with “The Shack.” It blatantly stated that there is no authority of one over the other in the trinity, when all this would produce is chaos. To say such a thing is in complete disregard to the scriptures and God’s creation. Observe marriage, nature, and civilization and you will recognize the creation called “authority.”
#2 – Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ is no less important than Jehovah. However, He is fully man and is dependent upon the Father. He did not heal the sick, or multiply the loaves, or raise Himself from the dead. His Father did that. But there is something He did that the Father could not do. He fulfilled the law.
Jehovah requires sacrifice for the atonement (pardon) of sins. And although He accepted for thousands of years the sacrifice of lambs and other burnt offerings, these were imperfect sacrifices. They could not enable human beings to have complete and unhindered communion with The Father, as we were created for.
So, The Father sent Jesus, The Christ, to take our place on the cross so that His spirit could dwell with us.
#3 – The Holy Spirit
Also known as The Holy Ghost. Like Jesus, the Holy Spirit is no less important. God’s primary method of communication and leadership in our lives is through His Spirit. However our sin blemished and separated us from Him. This is why The Holy Spirit is not heard of much in the Old Testament, before Jesus.
Notice how in the Old Testament it was not only acceptable to cast lots, but it was also encouraged by God. He often altered History by changing the outcome of the cast.
Why? Because He could not communicate with us directly. He had to use barbaric forms of communication until He could break the barrier between Him and us.
Also, take note that there is only one time that the church uses lots in the new testament, after Jesus.
“And they gave forth their lots; and the lot fell upon Matthias; and he was numbered with the eleven apostles.”
Many believe it was a mistake for them to cast lots instead of consulting the Holy Spirit, as we never hear of Matthias again. Perhaps they would have chosen Paul?
I hope you have learned a little something from my writing. I can only hope I helped clear things up a little bit in a subject that is notoriously confusing.
Thank you for reading.
Worship in its purest form does not always require extra time from your schedule. It is so permeated into everything that you cannot do anything without worship.
America is very good at worship. Too bad we worship sex.
I just finished watching a movie, Iron Man 2, with a bunch of my buddies. During the movie I was deeply moved by a realization of how things have changed in the very short time that I’ve been alive. People no longer hope for sex or lustful scenes in a film: they expect it.
Iron Man 2 proved to be an altar upon which to worship sex. Not by devoting a specific scene or lengthy amount of time to it, but by allowing it to permeate everything.
Look at the magazines next time your going through checkout. Before you turn them over (I hope) take note of how many promote sex. Or better yet, find one that doesn’t.
Don’t get me wrong. Sex is a good thing. I often get accusations from atheists concerning the Songs of Solomon. That book, along with Proverbs and a few others, are very explicit in their sexual content. Not because they were trying to sell to the general public, but because God said that it is good, and must be kept good.
The devil is incapable of creating pleasure. So He must take something that God has created for us, and find a way to make it sinful. They say that prostitution is the oldest occupation. That’s because The Enemy was quick to learn that sex is both very pleasurable, and very easy to pollute. Sex is like a mousetrap, with many intricate pieces necessary for it to work properly. Let us look at Gods formula:
One Man, One Woman.
What happens when you alter these elements?
One Man, Many Woman.
This is the most popular alteration in America. Sexual “freedom”. Having a sexual partner without any commitment.
Homosexuality. Built upon emotion and fed by Hollywood’s idea of “love”.
Lust can consume like a fire fed with gasoline. It has gotten to the point that you no longer need a partner to take advantage of the sex drive. I heard a statistic that %60 of internet usage is for pornography. I really, really want to write about that soon.
Our weapon of defense: 2 Corinthians 10:4-5
“For the weapons of our warfare [are] not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds; Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;”
Examine your thoughts, your motives, your desires.
My Father and Mother purchased me a couple of books for my eighteenth birthday. One of which was “The Screwtape Letters” by C.S. Lewis.
I have heard a little bit about it from people in my church, so I had expectations when I first opened it up. At first I didn’t care for it very much. Not because the material was bad, but the way it was presented was so new to me. Lewis calls it “Diabolical Ventriloquism.”
He writes in the place of Screwtape, a senior demon who was promoted from tempting to administration in Hell after a successful campaign on Earth against God through human beings. He writes to His novice nephew, Wormwood, and offers advice for waging spiritual warfare.
It is difficult at first to position yourself to be comfortable when Screwtape talks. His good is our bad, and His bad is our Good. But once it naturally flows past you, you begin to see the genius of Lewis’ writing.
I have never before been so challenged by a book. It has forced me to look at myself through both the eyes of God and Satan. Wanting to please my Lord, while at the same time evading the temptations and tactics of Demons. Everything temporal in my life came into view.
After reading it, I have learned much about prayer, faith, love, joy, hobbies, habits, sin, and countless other things.
If you are looking for a book, I recommend this one. You will not regret it.
Thanks for reading!
During one of Obama’s speeches, He left something very important out.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, endowed with certain inalienable rights:
life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
Did you catch it? The declaration of independence says “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights.”
Almost, Mr. President. Almost.
He goes on to say “That’s what makes us unique. That’s what makes us strong.”
No, Mr. President. What makes us strong is He who you refuse to even speak of.
My father and Woody C have both been encouraging me to read the Bible front to back in recent months. So, a couple weeks ago during my early readings in Genesis I was reminded of a supposed contradiction in the Creation account. Here it is:
24 - And God said, Let the earth bring forth the living creature after his kind, cattle, and creeping thing, and beast of the earth after his kind: and it was so.
25 - And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their kind, and every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that [it was] good.
26 - And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth
This is the Sixth day. Man is created after the Earth, trees, birds, and animals. But many claim the Genesis contradicts itself when it lists things in a totally different order.
1 – Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them.
5 - And every plant of the field before it was in the earth, and every herb of the field before it grew: for the LORD God had not caused it to rain upon the earth, and [there was] not a man to till the ground.
7 - And the LORD God formed man [of] the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
8 - And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed.
9 - And out of the ground made the LORD God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil.
Here we have Man created followed by the beast and the trees. But if you look at verses 1 and 5 you’ll notice that everything is done. Chapter 2 is an overview of what happened on day 6!
God created the entire Earth, including trees, fish, and birds, and then He devoted an entire chapter to what He did on day six. He created Man, then a garden, and then the animals and trees to fill the garden.
“Are not the Church in their present state a standing, public,
perpetual denial of the gospel? Do they not stand out before the
world, as a living, unanswerable contradiction of the gospel; and do
more to harden sinners and lead them into a spirit of caviling and
infidelity, than all the efforts of professed infidels from the
beginning of the world to the present day?”
“A revival of real praying would produce a spiritual revolution.”
“How often God visited the Jewish Church with judgments because they
would not repent and be revived at the call of His prophets! How often
have we seen Churches, and even whole denominations, cursed with a
curse, because they would not wake up and seek the Lord, and pray:
‘Wilt Thou not revive us again, that Thy people may rejoice in
“All it takes to make a preacher is a sermon – but it takes an altar
to make a man of God.” – B.H. Clendennen
“The great number of teachers is the reason of the multitude of sects,
for which we shall soon have no names left.” Jan Amos Comenius
“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far
one can go.”
“The one thing we learn from history is that we don’t learn from
history.” – Leonard Ravenhill
“Every Minister ought to know that if the prayer meetings are
neglected, all his labors are in vain.”
Thanks to http://www.SermonIndex.net
Anyone else tired of watching the world go down hill?
I wish I knew what to do about it. I can post all day long about why it’s wrong, but God’s already done that. It’s called a conscience. So if man is able to ignore God, surely they are able to ignore me.
I know that in the end days evil will abound. But where is the Holy Spirit? Isn’t that supposed to be overflowing as well?
Perhaps I know why it hasn’t been overflowing in my life. Or this country. In my video, The Passion Promise, Paris Reidhead is quoted saying “…are you using God as an end or a means?” I, for one, have been using Him as a means to my own end. I’ve been so distant from Him, because He hasn’t been anything more to me than a way to fix my life or this country. Maybe a little more. But not enough.
Even writing this out, I noticed that I called the Holy Spirit an it. I don’t think He likes that.
I’ve even started to write sermons based upon what I think the people need, and not what God wants.
There are so many people in this world, myself included, who are capable of declaring war on sin, evil, and the flesh. But instead of using the immense power given to us by God we raise our white flags almost proudly declaring peace with a world that hates Christ. Not for God’s sake, obviously, but for our own selfish desires and ambition.
Who are we that we should even consider our own fate when there are thousands of souls, within and without the church, over whom the Lord weeps? They will spend an eternity in Hell because I wont spend a minute in surrender sharing the gospel. Shame on me. I deserve a fate worse than theirs.
Who are we that we think we have the right to a comfortable life? We rub the name of Jesus Christ in the mud. He denied comfort and chose instead the most gruesome way to die after living a most humble lifestyle. There are 159,000 Christian slain every year, and I distance myself from them.
Who are we to call ourselves Christians? We use the word so flippantly. I don’t have the right to the word any more than I could call myself a U.S. Marine.
Perhaps nobody does. At least I see that now.
Soldier in Training
I haven’t been this angry in a long time.
In 2008 voters came together to decide the fate of same-sex marriage in California. 52.47% of voters wanted it restricted to only one man and one woman. With a lead of about 504,000 votes, it was an obvious decision.
But lately the government doesn’t care about the opinion of its people.
Yesterday, August 4th 2010, federal judge Vaughn R. Walker told the American people that He understands the constitution better than the rest of us. By stamping the ban as “unconstitutional” He essentially gave the millions of voters a pat on the head while saying “Silly people. Law is government.”
We don’t want this. We told them we don’t want this. We are the people the constitution defends, and it is instead being used against us because a judge fails to interpret it beyond His own nearsightedness.
I’m not going to argue about the morality of homosexuality. I already did that. But I want you to realize where morality comes from:
If there is a God, then it comes from Him.
If there is no god, then it is the opinion of the majority.
But there is a God, and He says no. And the opinion of the majority also says no.
It is a proud and arrogant thing for this judge to say otherwise.
Pray for Him. Pray for Him hard.
Black and white. That is how the law starts out when it is written on our hearts (Romans 2:15.)
But God gave us a clever mind. A mind that is capable of reasoning away anything we wish to. We can convince ourselves that theft is okay, if you take only a little. Or that lying doesn’t matter, so long as nobody gets hurt.
Abortion is no exception to this list of exceptions.
I don’t care who you are. You could be the great grandchild of Adolf Hitler, but if you saw a small child about to be murdered, you would do everything you could to prevent it from happening.
Unless, of course, that child is in the womb.
Our culture has argued itself stupid with abortion, when in its simplest forms, we are killing babies.
They reason that they are not living, yet they feel pain.
They say that they are just extension of the mothers body, no more than a zit, yet it can have a completely different blood type.
I could go on with a list of reasons why I think abortion is wrong. But I’m going to let God do the talking.
The Value of Children (more…)
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Brian Moore.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed at.” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.”
I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I have listened to,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!”
In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep.
Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. “No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no, ” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.” I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
-Written by Joshua Harris, 1995