Sunday, April 26, 2015

God's Perfect Plan (Part 5)


SERMON:             GM15-055

SERIES:              Renewal Through Romans: The Gospel Defined, Explained &           Applied

SETTING:          North Kelso Baptist Church

SERVICE:          Sunday AM (April 26, 2015)

SECTION:          The Prologue to Righteousness (Romans 1:1-17)

SUBTITLE:        God’s Perfect Plan (Part 5)

SCRIPTURE:     Romans1:17

SUBJECT:          God’s sanctifies us through the gospel

SUMMARY:      

SCHEME:           That each member of NKBC fully understands the ability, or the                                 capability of God to develop His people through the gospel.

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Our theme is:  God sanctifies us through the gospel

 Proposition:  God works out His perfect plan by the power of the Gospel

Interrogatory Sentence:  What does the text reveal to us about the power of the gospel?

Transitional Sentence: Our text reveals two important truths about the power of God.
·        …the gospel produces saving faith in sinners

·        the gospel produces sanctifying faith in saints

Saturday, April 25, 2015

V is for Victor

Another type of poem among the some 55 different types or styles is a style or form called "Name Poem." 

A Name Poem, or Acrostic Poem,  tells about the word. It uses the letters of the word for the first letter of each line. Here is my first attempt at a "name poem."

Victor

Victor is a Mailman
It is his chore
Catalogs or letters
To you he’ll bring
Or maybe a package
Right to your door

Friday, April 24, 2015

U is for Ucalegon

I mentioned already that there are over 55 different types of poetry. Another type or kind of poetry is called "Enjambment."

Definition of Enjambment

The word Enjambment comes from the French word for "to straddle."

 Enjambment is the continuation of a sentence from one line or couplet into the next. Here is my attempt at my very first enjambment.
by
Gregg Metcalf

Even though the danger is gone
I still think about my ucalegon

The ucalegon I had never met
Prior to that alarming threat

Once the danger was discovered
Its source was soon uncovered

The ucalegon could not be found
as I took time to look all around

The ucalegon’s loss was huge
Making him feel like a stooge

Poems about ucalegons are rare
even if they are written with care

Since you might not turn to Webster
causing your curiosity to fester 

The meaning of the word ucalegon
is a neighbor whose house burned down

Thursday, April 23, 2015

T is for The Tall Mustard Tree

Another type of poetry is known as "Imagery Poetry." These types of poems work to draw a picture in the mind of the reader, in order to give an extremely powerful image of what the writer is talking about. They work to intensify the senses of the reader. This is my first attempt at an imagery poem.


The Tall Mustard Tree

Large nesting birds
love
the tall Mustard
Tree
Green with spring
Leaves
Growing in the
fields

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

S is for Small Town USA

Small Town USA
by Gregg Metcalf
February 8, 2002

I work in a factory in small-town USA
I listen to the radio most everyday
I love to hear the singers as they hit the charts
with all their songs about broken hearts

I work hard at my job just to make a living
I won't get rich and I won't make a killing
I come home dirty, full of sweat and dirt
my back aches and every muscle hurts

So I'd go crazy if I couldn't hear em sing
bout cheatin' and drinkin' and everything
Like the man in black and Folsom Prison Blues
or like the Possum singing I just can't choose

So I saved some money and planned a little trip
to Nashville, Tennessee where they made the hits
It took a lot of doing just see the old Ryman Hall
But with my hat in hand I stood there in awe

Then suddenly it happened as I was standing there
a mournful sound came through the cold night air
I began to hear all the stars that once played
all those nights on the Grand Ole Opry stage

As I listened to em sing I couldn't stop movin’
I danced  with joy as I heard Charlie Louvin
Conway Twitty, Johnny Cash and of course ole Hank
with tears in my eyes I stood there and gave thanks

You producers and record giants and such
need to remember who listens and buys their stuff
I'm a working man whose saved for every tape
let em do it their way, forget all your debate

Cause I work in a factory in small-town USA
And I listen to the radio most everyday
I love to hear my singers as they hit the charts
with songs of love or life and broken hearts

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

R is for Roman Preacher

As mentioned in prior posts, there are over 55 different types or styles of poetry. Another well know type or style is the limerick. Here is my very first attempt at a limerick. Please enjoy and be kind in your comments.

There once was a preacher from Rome
Who had a heart for his home
But its love and devotion
Overtook him with emotion
leaving him exhausted down to the bone

Monday, April 20, 2015

Q is for Quartus, the Brother

Quartus, the Brother

“Gaius, host to me and to the whole church, greets you. Erastus, the city treasurer greets you, and Quartus, the brother [says hey!].” (Romans 16:3, NASB, GDM)

It was the third of June, another sleepy dusty, Roman day
I was out grinding corn, and my little brother was away
At Sunday go to meetin’ time we walked up to the church
Rabbi hollered from the pulpit, "yall, get in here so we don’t have to search"
and then he said, “I got a letter this morning’ from the Apostle Paul"
Today, Quartus, the brother says “hey and hopes its well with yall"

And papa said to mama, as he passed around the assemblies Torah
"We haven’t seen brother Quartus since he knocked over the menorah
This is great news that he is traveling around with Brother Paul and friends"
And mama said "it was a shame we didn’t see him more than now and again
Seems like no one gets around to see us anymore except maybe in the fall"
And now Quartus, the brother says “hey” and hopes its well with yall

And sister said she recollected when Quartus, Gaius, and Rachael’s boy
Pushed her in the water behind the falls at En Gedi just to annoy
And do you remember when his Bar-Mitvah was the talk of the town
What a little scamp he was, he made a quite a few mothers frown
Well, I haven’t thought of Quartus for quite some time at all
And now Quartus, the brother says “hey” and hopes its well with yall

Mama said to me, Miriam, you haven’t heard a word the rabbi’s said
Is there something wrong do you have a fever, let me touch your head
That nice city treasurer, Brother Erastus, may stop by today
He mentioned he might like to take you out and oh by the way
He said, “wasn’t there someone who had a crush on Quartus last fall?”
And now Quartus, the brother says hey and hopes its well with yall

Well summer has come and gone since Rabbi read the letter from Paul
It was filled with great teachings that strengthened the faith of us all
There was a locust invasion last summer and killed most of the wheat
And daddy’s grain grinding business slowly went down in the heat
And me, I spend a lot of time thinking and praying by the wailing wall
All because Quartus, the brother said hey, and hoped it was well with us all

Thanks to Bobbie Gentry and Ode to Billie Joe