Showing posts with label John Piper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Piper. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The Strange Way God Arranges to Forgive

While reading what Pastor John Piper wrote on Job and his three friends, I came across this very interesting quote:

"What we learn is that God wills to do some things in answer to prayer that he wants to do, but will not otherwise do. And we should be diligent to pray for others whose prayers for themselves may not be accepted for reasons we do not know. It means we may be the appointed means of someone escaping the consequences of their folly, which they may be able to escape in no other way."

The Strange Way God Arranges to Forgive

Monday, November 30, 2009

You Don't Have to Be Productive

(Author: David Mathis)
What is the most important principle for productivity? Our Director of Strategy Matt Perman answers,
I would actually say: realize that you don't have to be productive. By this I mean: your significance does not come from your productivity. It comes from Christ, who obeyed God perfectly on our behalf such that our significance and standing before God comes from him, not anything we do. Then, on that basis, we pursue good works (which is what productivity is) and do so eagerly, as it says in Titus 2:14.
Read the full 3-question interview that this comes from.
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i found this to be pretty helpful in battling unproductivity〜

Next Best to Grace: Oxygen

(Author: John Piper)

Charles Haddon Spurgeon wrote one of the wisest things I have ever read on dealing with discouragement or depression in the ministry. It's called "The Minister's Fainting Fits" from his book Lectures to My Students.

Here he is at his best.

He who forgets the humming of the bees among the heather, the cooing of the wood-pigeons in the forest, the song of birds in the woods, the rippling of rills among the rushes, and the sighing of the wind among the pines, needs not wonder if his heart forgets to sing and his soul grows heavy. A day's breathing of fresh air upon the hills, or a few hours, ramble in the beech woods' umbrageous calm, would sweep the cobwebs out of the brain of scores of our toiling ministers who are now but half alive. A mouthful of sea air, or a stiff walk in the wind's face, would not give grace to the soul, but it would yield oxygen to the body, which is next best.