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“If you can’t fly, run; if you can’t run, walk; if you can’t walk, crawl; but by all means keep moving.”
— Martin Luther King Jr.

“God chooses us, not because we believe, but that we may believe.”
— Augustine

Eternal life, imparted by grace, cannot be sustained by works.

“Men may spurn our appeals, reject our message, oppose our arguments, despise our persons, but they are helpless against our prayers.”

— J. Sidlow Baxter

By Stan Guthrie

On a brilliantly cloudless April 8th, 2024, I spent some quality time with Pastor Chris viewing the eclipse from the safety and comfort of my backyard. While we did not experience totality here outside of Chicago, still, the sun became a crescent, then a sliver, as the moon slowly made its way across the heavens. The formerly bright blue sky eventually dimmed, and the unseasonably warm temperature dropped noticeably. I really experienced the uncanny darkness when I stepped back inside our sunroom.

No one who has been born again by the grace of God will be condemned again by the wrath of God.

Good memories are meant to be shared.

Earlier today I heard Colin Cowherd, a prominent sports talker, assert that almost none of the quarterbacks of the Sixties and Seventies could play in today’s NFL.

Ridiculous. Consider what they had to do and put up with:

– they called their own plays;

– were largely unprotected from brutal, dirty hits;

– faced much tougher rules for receivers;

– played on inferior fields, and

– endured much poorer facilities, medical treatment, and training options.

Yes, the athletes are bigger and faster today, but that works both ways. The old QBs would be bigger, healthier, and faster if they played today, and today’s QBs would be taking a beating if they played way back when.

I think the real question is not whether the classic QBs could play in today’s NFL, but whether today’s oft-pampered QBs could play in the Sixties and Seventies.

Photo by Adrian Curiel on Unsplash.

“How sweet all at once it was for me to be rid of those fruitless joys which I had once feared to lose and was now glad to reject! You drove them from me, You who are the true, the sovereign joy. You drove them from me and took their place, You who are sweeter than all pleasure, though not to flesh and blood, You who outshine all light yet are hidden deeper than any secret in our hearts, You who surpass all honor though not in the eyes of men who see all honor in themselves. At last my mind was free from the gnawing anxieties of ambition and gain, from wallowing in filth and scratching the itching sore of lust. I began to talk to you freely, O Lord my God, my Light, my Wealth, and my Salvation.”

— Augustine

“The treacherous are ever distrustful.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien