This is an apocalyptic poem. The bodies that are scattered are those of the grave: the burial plots, the sea. And all the regulations and authorities of this world will fall as the dead rise first. Holy Sonnet At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless … Continue reading To your scattered bodies Go [Poem]
Day: November 23, 2016
Theology of being chosen [Eph 1]
Predestination is one of those doctrines that seems odd from a human point of view. The idea that we can do anything to save ourselves, however, is more odd. Those who believe that deceive themselves. All our most good deeds are not sufficient. God is righteous. We are fallen and broken. It is God who … Continue reading Theology of being chosen [Eph 1]