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Sunday, November 17th, 2024
the Week of Proper 28 / Ordinary 33
the Week of Proper 28 / Ordinary 33
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Bible Commentaries
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These files are the property of Brian Bell.
Text Courtesy of Calvary Chapel of Murrieta. Used by Permission.
These files are the property of Brian Bell.
Text Courtesy of Calvary Chapel of Murrieta. Used by Permission.
Bibliographical Information
Bell, Brian. "Commentary on Ezekiel 14". "Bell's Commentary". https://www.studylight.org/commentaries/eng/cbb/ezekiel-14.html. 2017.
Bell, Brian. "Commentary on Ezekiel 14". "Bell's Commentary". https://www.studylight.org/
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Verses 1-23
The 3rd said, “I am able to create its limbs if I have flesh, the skin, and the hair.” “And I,” concluded the 4th, “know how to give life to that creature if its form is complete.”Thereupon the brothers went into the jungle to find a bone so they could demonstrate their specialties. As fate would have it, the bone they found was a lion’s. 1 added flesh to the bone, the 2nd grew hide and hair, the 3rd completed it with matching limbs, and the 4th gave the lion life.Shaking its mane, the ferocious beast arose and jumped on his creators. He killed them all and vanished contentedly into the jungle.
Yet it is central to the Christian Gospel that one man, Jesus, could, by His righteousness, rescue a world!
Come Thou Fount Story
It was a bright Sunday morning in 28th century London, but Robert Robinson’s mood was anything but sunny. All along the street there were people hurrying to church, but in the midst of the crowd Robinson was a lonely man. The sound of church bells reminded him of years past when his faith in God was strong and the church was an integral part of his life. It had been years since he set foot in a church—years of wandering, disillusionment, and gradual defection from the God he once loved. That love for God—once fiery and passionate—had slowly burned out within him, leaving him dark and cold inside.
Robinson heard the clip- clop, clip-clop of a horse-drawn cab approaching behind him. Turning, he lifted his hand to hail the driver. But then he saw that the cab was occupied by a young woman dressed in finery for the Lord’s Day. He waved the driver on, but the woman in the carriage ordered the carriage to be stopped. “Sir, I’d be happy to share this carriage with you,” she said to Robinson. “Are you going to church?” Robinson was about to decline, then he paused. “Yes,” he said at last. “I am going to church.” He stepped into the carriage and sat down beside the young woman.
As the carriage rolled forward Robert Robinson and the woman exchanged introductions. There was a flash of recognition in her eyes when he stated his name. “That’s an interesting coincidence,” she said, reaching into her purse. She withdrew a small book of inspirational verse, opened it to a ribbon -bookmark, and handed the book to him. “I was just reading a verse by a poet named Robert Robinson. Could it be…?” He took the book, nodding. “Yes, I wrote these words years ago.” “Oh, how wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Imagine! I’m sharing a carriage with the author of these very lines!” But Robinson barely heard her. He was absorbed in the words he was reading.
They were words that would one day be set to music and become a great hymn of the faith, familiar to generations of Christians:
His eyes slipped to the bottom of the page where he read:
He could barely read the last few lines through the tears that brimmed in his eyes. “I wrote these words—and I’ve lived these words.
The woman suddenly understood. “You also wrote,
You can offer your heart again to God, Mr. Robinson. It’s not too late.”And it wasn’t too late for Robert Robinson. In that moment he turned his heart back to God and walked with him the rest of his days. (Ron Lee Davis, Courage to Begin Again, (Harvest House, Eugene, OR; 1978), pp. 145-147)
Verses 1-23
The 3rd said, “I am able to create its limbs if I have flesh, the skin, and the hair.” “And I,” concluded the 4th, “know how to give life to that creature if its form is complete.”Thereupon the brothers went into the jungle to find a bone so they could demonstrate their specialties. As fate would have it, the bone they found was a lion’s. 1 added flesh to the bone, the 2nd grew hide and hair, the 3rd completed it with matching limbs, and the 4th gave the lion life.Shaking its mane, the ferocious beast arose and jumped on his creators. He killed them all and vanished contentedly into the jungle.
Yet it is central to the Christian Gospel that one man, Jesus, could, by His righteousness, rescue a world!
Come Thou Fount Story
It was a bright Sunday morning in 28th century London, but Robert Robinson’s mood was anything but sunny. All along the street there were people hurrying to church, but in the midst of the crowd Robinson was a lonely man. The sound of church bells reminded him of years past when his faith in God was strong and the church was an integral part of his life. It had been years since he set foot in a church—years of wandering, disillusionment, and gradual defection from the God he once loved. That love for God—once fiery and passionate—had slowly burned out within him, leaving him dark and cold inside.
Robinson heard the clip- clop, clip-clop of a horse-drawn cab approaching behind him. Turning, he lifted his hand to hail the driver. But then he saw that the cab was occupied by a young woman dressed in finery for the Lord’s Day. He waved the driver on, but the woman in the carriage ordered the carriage to be stopped. “Sir, I’d be happy to share this carriage with you,” she said to Robinson. “Are you going to church?” Robinson was about to decline, then he paused. “Yes,” he said at last. “I am going to church.” He stepped into the carriage and sat down beside the young woman.
As the carriage rolled forward Robert Robinson and the woman exchanged introductions. There was a flash of recognition in her eyes when he stated his name. “That’s an interesting coincidence,” she said, reaching into her purse. She withdrew a small book of inspirational verse, opened it to a ribbon -bookmark, and handed the book to him. “I was just reading a verse by a poet named Robert Robinson. Could it be…?” He took the book, nodding. “Yes, I wrote these words years ago.” “Oh, how wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Imagine! I’m sharing a carriage with the author of these very lines!” But Robinson barely heard her. He was absorbed in the words he was reading.
They were words that would one day be set to music and become a great hymn of the faith, familiar to generations of Christians:
His eyes slipped to the bottom of the page where he read:
He could barely read the last few lines through the tears that brimmed in his eyes. “I wrote these words—and I’ve lived these words.
The woman suddenly understood. “You also wrote,
You can offer your heart again to God, Mr. Robinson. It’s not too late.”And it wasn’t too late for Robert Robinson. In that moment he turned his heart back to God and walked with him the rest of his days. (Ron Lee Davis, Courage to Begin Again, (Harvest House, Eugene, OR; 1978), pp. 145-147)