Audio Sermon Prescription Warning
Sermons by Gospel Centered Churches is one way of hearing the word.   But do not think that listening to sermons is a way to make yourself justified with God. You are only forgiven through the work of the Godhead (Father. Son. Holy Spirit.)  Your own efforts outside the Godhead (God, Christ, Holy Spirit) will end in disorder, despair  and feelings of being cheated.  Your feelings of being unfairly treated by God, are out of focus and  a readjustment from a Pastor, or Elder,  at your Local Church would be recommended.  These sermons, no matter how tremendous,  do not replace the need to go fellowship with other believers. Fellowship is one of the four means of Grace: The Preached Word, Prayer, Sacraments  and Fellowship.  I find that fellowship keeps me from tainting the news with my own biases.  These biases taint the message being delivered.

Apologetic

I can see the argument of those that attack the Gospel use one weapon that only goes one way.... they stick to this idol with a cathexis, a focus so strong as to be unhealthy, they become obsessed with defacing the Gospel. But what will make them rethink may be the Centipede dilemma, where if you ask them why they will get to a point where they can no longer answer it... and in their frustration they will loose their ability to reason accurately. We have a truth that is the truth... and guided by the holy spirit we can stand to reason.

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It’s All Meshugas to Me

(B. Joel, C. Srulowitz, G. Veroba)

What’s the matter with the Kiddush I’m giving
Can’t you tell that your cake’s too dry,
Maybe I should just eliminate the kugel,
Well, in our shul, you’d better not try!
 
Where have you been hiding out lately, sonny,
You can’t give a Kiddush til’ you spend a lot of money,
Everybody’s talkin’ ‘bout the right foods, funny,
But it’s all Mishegas to me…
 
What’s the matter with the chulent I’m serving,
Can’t you tell that its got no meat,
Maybe I should serve some cole slaw and salad,
That would look like you were trying to cheat,
Borrow money from your family pushka,

And serve four kugels with a healthy slice of kishka,
Potato, rice, lukshin twice, one sweet, one spice,
All a Mishegas to me!

Oh, it doesn’t matter what they serve at a Kiddush
It’ll always be the same old thing,
Your wife is gonna deal an entire Shabbos meal
And you’d better savor everything,
I’m sure you know what I mean…
Have some wine, or some Shnapps for Kiddush,
Don’t you know that I only use scotch,
Forget Red Label, just go with the green one,
Or the Blue, if it’s not too much
Plain gefilte fish is not very daring,
Your best bet would be twelve types of herring,
Cream cakes, potato knishes, table cloths, hot dishes
All a Mishegas to me
What’s the matter with the Kiddush I’m giving,
Can’t you see that the place is too tight,
Don’t you know you need at least 10 tables
If you have 80  men to invite
Nowadays, you gotta be very cautious,
Pick the wrong food and your guests will be nauseous,
Right food, right place, scotch and bourbon by the case
It’s all a Mishegas to me
Everybody’s talkin’ bout the food at the Kiddush,
But it’s all Mishegas to me! 

Review of Timothy Keller's The Freedom of Self Forgetfullness

The Freedom of Self-Forgetfulness by Timothy Keller

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


This book is short and profoundly challenging. The simplicity of the message will rattle around in the tombs of our soiled memories.
Tim Keller looks at our condition in this inflated/deflated world. The world is flat and black and white; while we perform in our shadowed reality. There is only one way to the truth and the light. We find ourselves off the beaten track and lost. Until, we are picked up for vagrancy.
We are then brought to a trial room with only the smiling mob and the Court Jester. Every day we wake to a trial, much like the trial of the main character in Franz Kafka's The Trial.
We find that all the jurors are pointing at us and laughing at our hopeless condition, because we still think we can save ourselves. We think that there is a away for us to justify our actions. We cower at our reflected image and our ballooned ego lets out a gasp and we find ourselves thinner than Jack Sprat.
Where is your heart (insert your name here)? is the first question the Supreme Court Jester asks.
We say in response, "I played the game! I played by the rules! How can you accuse me of being a loser on my own?"
The Jester replies, "Who do you want to be son, than be that person."
We wake up and the trial resumes.
Keller shows us how to break out of this fun house mirror and self delusion through the reliance of Christ. This book must be read by anyone who struggles with depression or anxiety in the modern world.



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Men Beating Drums: Stewardship

Stewardship From the Eyes of a Dog?

Good stewardship begins at home with a smile and a willing ear, maybe a waggle of a tail.   I am called to take joy in God and love my neighbors, through an endowed abundance of joy. Also if my master throws a ball I am to go after it and bring it back to him, for it makes him  so happy. I am not to spend all my hours in private daydreams.    Rather, I am called to be an encourager and a bearer of the gospel, in this darkened world.  For a later promise, could it be a bone?

Men Beating Drums: Slumps

Hard to believe that Mr. Tim Hardaway of the Golden State Warriors, went 0-15 for field-goals, in one game.

Heck, I probably would have said to myself, "I am no longer any good, time to retire."

 But even the All Stars deal with slumps sometimes.

We, men, tighten up when we fear that our performance is not adding up.  We are most likely to terminate our position for fear that we are not adding to a well run machine.  However, during slumps we must trust our abilities and the ability of the team, and go forward, not dwelling on could have beens, or on the problem that happened earlier.   One must first relax, laugh, and allow the flow to happen; forcing the flow only makes things a lot worse.


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We salt our lives with other people's sins.  Our flesh to us tastes sweet... That's the fuel, the vapor that spins that carousel, the raw stuff of terror, the excruciating agony of guilt, the scream from real or imagined wounds.  The carnival sucks that gas, ignites it, and chugs along its way. -Ray Bradburry Something Wicked this Way Comes

Chapters 39 and 40 of this book are some of the greatest metaphors, and explanations of Genesis 3 I have ever read.