Excellent thoughts here concerning the Church and corporate election. When we rightly divide the word of God, we see that His plan for the Church, His Bride, is truth from His Word. We are His people. We are who He chose…the Bride of Christ. This is a dominant theme throughout all of Scripture which we have our great and living hope.
To hear Professor Flowers give a clear concise summary of the corporate view of election CLICK HERE.
Here is an another excellent concise summary of the doctrines of conditional election and predestination from the corporate election perspective, which differs from the traditional Arminian view of individual election based on foreseen faith.<borrowed with permissionfrom SEA Blog siteand with some edits>
Both the traditional view and the corporate election view are allowed in SEA, for both conceive of election and predestination as conditional on faith in Christ. This material comes from Zondervan’s NIV Life Study Bible (now available only in the KJV under that name but still with the NIV or other translations). The description of the doctrines of election and predestination is followed by some comments quoted from the study Bible’s notes on 1 Peter 1:2 and Romans 8:29 to show how the corporate election perspective might view…
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Why are we so very soft in our beliefs? Why do we treat God as Someone who is fortunate to have us…that we are in His “camp” so to speak? Our commitment to Him is sketchy at best, most of the time. Let us learn who He is by really studying His word and becoming faithful to Him…even to the point of death. We need to begin to forsake our American Christianity and just be Christ Followers in a very hardcore way. This is my prayer for all of us.
When 22 people died outside a concert hall in Manchester, England, the media coverage was wall to wall. The cry went up that something must be done! Journalists followed the investigation. Press briefings were scheduled regularly. With broken hearts, we pored over color photographs of the victims, many of them only children, and we listened to bystanders describe their horror. The world grieved as the story unfolded for a week.
Five days later, 29 Christians in Egypt died when terrorists attacked their bus. Forty-two others were seriously injured and the assassins got away. That story vanished in less than 48 hours. No color photos. No interviews with authorities. No tragic details.
Here’s what you probably never heard. The Christian group of parents, grandparents, and children were traveling in two buses to pray at a monastery. Their vehicles were stopped by terrorists outside the town of Minya. After the buses were…
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I awake and the sun greets me like many other mornings my eyes have seen. Then I remember. I don’t want to really because the heartache stirs deep all over me again.
It is the day after. Exhaustion had overcome me and graciously, the Lord had granted me sleep. My eyes were tired from the fountain of tears they had cried the evening before this day. My mind played over and over the event of the day prior to this and I tried to convince myself that it was all real, yet it all seemed so surreal at best. It was as if I was drifting through a haze of events that just couldn’t be real. It was the day after my mother had died. I awoke and had to remember it all over once again. One of my first thoughts was that she was still here, I could still talk with her and tell her that I love her. That was not reality, though and that would quickly settle in my mind, forever imprinted there with memories of having to turn off her life support because there was no more sign of life.
Is this what it was like for Mary? Did she cry herself to sleep? Did the terrifying events of the day before scream at her as she sought rest from her weariness? Did she awake the next morning only to remember that it was not a dream, but a cruel reality that she faced? Was her mind still reeling from the unprecedented evil that she has witnessed the day before this? Her heart had to be aching and agonizing even though she knew that His heart would be pierced through and hers was, as well. Pierced for our ugly, vile sin.
What now? Processing this is all too much and my mind doesn’t want to comprehend what death really means. I close my eyes, but I can’t hide from it. More tears flow and this is how the new day begins. It isn’t a dream at all. Did Mary try to hide from it, too? Did she close her eyes tightly thinking that she could somehow rid herself of the image of her Son hanging there on that cross in excruciating pain?
Nothing I do takes away the grief I have. I cannot remove it. Only the Lord provides that kind of comfort and healing. So, I pray. I pray that the Lord will move me from this bed and give the extra grace I will need to make it through what this day holds. Grace to be and do what is needed today. I get up. I still cry in the shower and many more times that day and for days to come. There is an ache there that stays with me like a faithful companion.
It is the day after Jesus died. I can only imagine how His mother and followers felt. They didn’t yet know the hope that was to come very shortly. This is the hope every Believer can cling to with sweet and amazing fervor. We know the truth. We know we are not abandoned. We know there is life to come. Death is a great mystery we must all embrace. We can believe or we can constantly question and never be sure. There is a choice to make.
So, I see that there is life yet to be lived and that He gives me the ability to move forward even in my grief. He shows me that with each new day, I will awake and need to remember all these events until they become my new normal. In that new way of living and thinking, I find He shows me more of Himself day after day. Now I awake and I have a joy inexpressible, instead of a grief so deep that it feels like I could die. It wasn’t just a dream at all. It did really happen and now I find a new truth that defines all of life. My life is awake to Him in His truth. I find this truth in 2 Corinthians 5: 16-21…” Therefore from now on we recognize no one according to the flesh; even thought we have known Christ according to the flesh, yet now we know Him in this way no longer. Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things have passed away;behold, new things have come. Now all these thing are from God who reconciled us to Himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation, namely, that God was in Christ reconciling the world to Himself, not counting their trespasses against them, and He has committed to us the word of reconciliation. Therefore, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were making an appeal through us; we beg you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God. He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.”
I only have this truth to give me hope. It is the truth of every single day, or I have nothing. In my wildest dreams I never imagined such a hope. My eyes awake to it now each morning. It is a sweet reality that brings my life the meaning it was meant to have.
Do you feel like you are wandering aimlessly with nor focus and you really do not have any great ideas bout how to get to where you need to be? Maybe you don’t even KNOW where you need to be? There is a way.
Jesus is THE way. Follow after Him and your life will have purpose and direction.
Do you experience doubt and confusion daily and you aren’t sure how to process what happens in your life? Maybe you aren’t even sure what is real anymore? There is truth.
Seek Jesus because He really is ALL the truth you will ever need.
Do you ask yourself frequently, “What is the point of all of this?” and you are wallowing in the pit of your mind sinking deeper with every passing moment? Maybe you feel like you are just over and done with it all? You are wondering why you are even alive at all? There is real life.
Go to Jesus…go now! He is THE life you need to truly be alive.
“Jesus is the way, the truth and the life; no one comes to the Father but through Me.”-John 14:6
Jesus desperately loves you. His blood bought you, so never settle for any cheap imitations of His real and divine love for you.
The gospel is the living water we all so desperately need to drink deeply of every minute of the day. It isn’t difficult to understand, really, we just make the word of God hard because it is in conflict with our fleshly desires. What if we just simply believed and took Jesus at His word? Would we experience the freedom He so graciously and generously offers to each of us in a n extremely abundant way that we may have never before lived? Yes! A resounding symphony of “yeses” is the answer. It is all there….perfectly and completely…given to you by Him as the most precious gift ever. Live in it.
I am not ashamed of the gospel…
Romans 1:16 is such a great verse, isn’t it? And one of the things that’s great about it is that we can all agree on it. I mean, no self-respecting Christian would dream of saying she’s ashamed of the gospel, would she? It’s a rallying cry for evangelism and for standing against persecution. Of course we’re not ashamed.
In theory. But in practice?
You see, the gospel is the good news of salvation. And, while we don’t tend to share the entire Bible when we share the gospel with someone, the good news starts in Genesis with a holy God who created a perfect world, and moves on to the first people who messed everything up with their sin, a whole bunch of subsequent people who couldn’t be faithful to God and keep His Law, Christ and His redemption of sinners, and the Revelation…
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Is this really happening? I feel like the life is being sucked right out of me as the alarm on the monitor sounds. I will never forget that sound. It signals the end of this life and the entrance into a new one.
WARNING: RAW EMOTION TO FOLLOW.
Maybe my mind cannot comprehend what this all means as it is happening. So much emotion floods my bones. It feels surreal as if I am watching myself and those around me from above the situation, yet, there is nothing as real as death.
My father wants to know if I am okay. That is code for “are you about to fall over?”. Tears spill and all I know how to do is cling to Rick and sob in disbelief. That’s my Dad though, always concerned about how others are doing when in reality, I am sure it was him who wanted to fall to his knees in a sorrow so deep that it just might envelop his entire being.
It was early evening on a cool, yet sunny spring day…April 14, 1994. That was the day we said our goodbyes for now to my mother. Her barely warm body gave way to a breathing tube and her eyes never opened. The doctor had declared her brain dead in the late afternoon. There was just nothing. No words. We had to let her go, and we did.
Really? Oh God, what now? How do we do this? I can’t do this. That is how the conversations with my Lord unfolded on that day.
Sleep came from pure exhaustion. He met me there and ministered to me as I shut my eyes to the darkness of that day.
Then it came, as it always does. The sun makes it grand entrance and the birds sing their new day’s song. It was the morning after the day my mother died. It was gut-wrenching to remember, but remember I must. So, I keep my eyes very still and shut very tight. Maybe, this isn’t real, maybe I had a horrible dream. Reality came rushing in like the ocean tide and then the tears began their descent once more. The next morning….the morning after the day my mother left this world and exchanged it for the real one.
So, today is that day, only twenty-one years later. Yes, I relived those tears and yet, I am more confident than ever about being held in the very palm of the Lord and that He is the One who brings my heart to a place of handing my loved one over into His own now.
Today as I enter His sanctuary, I remember. I remember what a wonderful mother God decided should be my mom and how she loved me and how she cared. I never have to question her intentions or her actions. She was a mother and a wife through and through. It showed in all she did. I am so grateful to have been her child, her daughter. Today is a day to remember….it is the day after. It is the morning after and I know where she is and Whose presence she lives.
Today my mother is more alive than she has ever been….just as she was the morning after. The Lord is my constant, my all. In Him there is new life and new being. This I remember every morning, just as I remember my mother each new day with greater love than the morning before.