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We lose focus on what God has done for us and then aren’t able to do what He really wants us to do.
As we continue to explore Psalm 8, David finds himself in wonder over the glory of God being given to human beings.
As we continue to explore Psalm 8, David reminds us that we are never too insignificant for God to stop and show care for us.
Psalm 8 takes us to a King who’s kingdom was inaugurated long before the United States ever existed and whose power is greater than all the nations of the world.
God’s glory is God’s glory — there is only one God. So if we want to share God’s glory and see it spread through the world, we share the hope of Jesus.
“But to all who have received him—those who believe in his name—he has given the right to become God’s children—”
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Ahead of the 2024 Presidential Election, Tim and Jason resume an old tradition of theirs and make their predictions of how the race will turn out.
It feels like the news cycle has been particularly wild since I happened to start preaching through Psalm 8 in mid-January. Busyness has a way of making us forget where we really are. This Psalm from King David seeks to help remind us of how things really are.
It’s New Year’s Day. As a kid, I noted it as the day Christmas ended. The music cut off on the radio, the lights went off around the neighborhood and, curiously, the snowmen came down all over, too.
In Austria, 206 years ago this Christmas Eve, one of the most enduring religious (as opposed to secular retail) Christmas songs was sung for the first time. In Athens, Ohio, 10 years ago, I did what I used to do every year after Christmas Eve midnight Mass (no longer held at midnight, I’m sad to say). Savoring, yes, the silence of the night, I would take a long walk through town, breathing it all in and thinking of a place now all buttoned up for (as Clement Moore put it in a poem published five years after the introduction of “Silent Night”) “a long winter’s nap.” Students mostly gone home, residents in their houses enjoying their own Christmas traditions, there were quiet and peace.