Sunday, April 19, 2015

God’s Perfect Plan (Part 4)



SERMON:             GM15-054

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

SETTING:          North Kelso Baptist Church

SERVICE:          Sunday AM (April 19, 2015)

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

SUBTITLE:        God’s Perfect Plan (Part 4)

SCRIPTURE:     Romans1:16b

SUBJECT:          God’s saves sinners through the gospel

SUMMARY:       You must believe in the Gospel’s ability to deliver you from your                              sins through the gospel

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

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Saturday, April 18, 2015

P is for Propitiation



Propitiation
By Gregg Metcalf

In Adam I sinned, my estate had fell,
my just desert was a place called hell.
God’s wrath against me was fully written,
no hope at all, for by sin I was smitten.

A just and holy God knew not sin,
‘twas he who made me to live again.
Alas, He would give his son to be,
a sacrifice made acceptable for me.

My place he took upon the cross,
yes he bore my sin and guilt at cost.
He became sin for me and yet,
It was his righteousness I did get!

Oh, what heavenly transaction was this?
That God’s own Son bore death’s kiss?
What joy what mystery and what elation!
Christ Jesus became this sinner’s propitiation!

(copy-righted by Gregg Metcalf, April 18, 2010)

Friday, April 17, 2015

O is for Obituary

Cinquain Poetry Style
cinquain is a five-line poem that was invented by Adelaide Crapsey. She was an American poet who took her inspiration from Japanese haiku and tanka. A collection of poems, titled Verse, was published in 1915 and included 28 cinquains.

Cinquain Form #1 - Didactic Cinquain
·        This is a very popular form of the cinquain because of its simplicity. Instead of incorporating stress and syllables, it uses words.
·        The first line is one word which is the title of the poem. 
·        The second line contains two words which are adjectives that describe the title. 
·        The third line has three words that tell the reader more about the subject of the poem or shows action.  Many times these words are gerunds that end with “ing.”
·        The fourth line has four words that show emotions about the subject of the poem and may be individual words or a phrase. 
  • The fifth line is one word that is a synonym of the title or is very similar to it.
Obituary 
Obituary
Candid, forthright
Interesting, defining, remembering
So sad to recall
Story

Thursday, April 16, 2015

N is for No!


Did you know that there are over 55 different types or styles of poetry. I have a habit of being “trapped” in one or two styles. One form or style is called:

ABC
A poem that has five lines and creates a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1 through 4 are made up of words, phrases or clauses while the first word of each line is in alphabetical order. Line 5 is one sentence long and begins with any letter.

Today's poem for the letter "N" is an ABC poem about the word "no." Hope you appreciate and comment! Thanks! Remember, don't say "no!"

Always hearing “no” can be disconcerting
Before one says no, think before blurting
Caustic negativity that remains in the air
Devising means of disharmony and fare
So, don’t say no!

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

M is for Monday Morning Coming Down


Scott Weldon of First Southern Baptist Church of Marshfield, MO - this is for you brother!

Disclaimer: Although I wrote this for my friend who, like most of us, sometimes struggles with Mondays, I am not nor do I intend to imply that Scott bets on football games, likes fried chicken, is a friend of hippies, or maintains blurry eyes. This is just a parody of Kris Kristofferson's Sunday Morning Coming Down!https://youtu.be/ED5s1-Fe9FA

Monday Morning's Back Again
 
Well, I woke up Monday morning
with one idea to stop the hurt
I had to put on a pot of black coffee
And wait for it to perk
Then I faced the fact the weekend was over
Now I have to go back to work
So I washed my teeth and brushed my face
And fell down the stairs to meet the day

I’d smote my brain the last two days
With football bets I’d been a pickin'
Went out to eat and stuffed my face
With tons of fried chicken
We all went to church
And thought about what momma was fixin'
And Lord, it too me back to knowing this was Monday
Someway, somehow I had to face the fact

On a Monday morning wakeup
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was home
Cause there’s something in a Monday
That makes a man grab a phone
And there’s nothing short a’ lying
When I tell the boss I can’t come in
Cause my eyes are way to blurry
And Monday morning’s back again

In the park I saw a hippie
With a fire upped joint he was smoking
And I sat beside a friend of mine
And listened to all his joking
Then I stumbled down the street
And somewhere someone was poking
Me with a stick in his hand
Like the disappearing plans of yesterday

As I stand in line for coffee
I'm wishing just one time I could hear
that the news was telling us all
Monday's been cancelled for a year
then we would have reason to celebrate
And somewhere everyone would cheer
and all the noise they made
was like the raging sounds of rushing wind

On a Monday morning wakeup
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was home
Cause there’s something in a Monday
That makes a man grab a phone
And there’s nothing short a’ lying
When I tell the boss I can’t come in
Cause my eyes are way to blurry
And Monday morning’s back again

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

L is for Living In A Chick-Fil-A Paradise


*Living In A Chick-Fil-A Paradise
Gregg Metcalf

As I drive through the valley where I live with my wife
I look around and discover something missing from my life
I see fast food chains scattered all over the place
But there is only one dish that will put a smile on my face

At 6:30 in the evening I’m feeling hungry again
My wife and my son are acting like crazy men
Their stomachs are growling and causing them pain
We need something to eat before we all go insane

I’m a man who works hard for a few bucks to spend
I will share what I have and sometimes I will lend
A dollar or two hoping to help thee and thine
Or maybe throw a party like its 1999

We’ve spent all of our lives eating in a Chick-Fil-A paradise
We’ve tried burgers once or twice in a Chick-Fil-A paradise
That’s way too much to sacrifice, living in Chick-Fil-A paradise
There’s no need to pay a big price, living in a Chick-Fil-A paradise

Some bigots lashed out in the paper last week
Accusing Truett Cathy of turning the wrong cheek
Now the Mayor of Boston won’t let Cathy play
In His city by bringing in another Chick-Fil-A

Mr. Cathy maintained God created Adam and Eve
Make no mistake it was not Adam and Steve
But I guess it was wrong for him to think it was grand
To be free to express his opinion in this great land

Glorifying God by being a faithful steward of
all that God has given to us with His great love
To have a positive influence on all who come in
Is this really a bad business or is it just a whim?

If you come to visit, you’ll be pleased to no end
You will want to stop by again and again
Fried chicken was meant to be made this way
Come and see how they do it at Chick-Fil-A

Bridge

There’s no corn fungus, no caviar, no escargot, not a single ortolan
Like Robinson Crusoe, you’ll be eating chicken on your lawn

We’ve been eating most of our lives in a Chick-Fil-A paradise
We’re just plain and simple families, living in a Chick-Fil-A paradise
There’s no time for political correctness living in Chick-Fil-A paradise
We aren’t bigots or intolerant, living in a Chick-Fil-A paradise

Jumping in the Buick, driving down the street
Heading to our very favorite place to eat
Think you’ve had chicken that is to die for
You’ve had nothing till you come here and score

We’ve been eating most of our lives in a Chick-Fil-A paradise
We’re just plain and simple families, living in a Chick-Fil-A paradise
There’s no time for political correctness living in Chick-Fil-A paradise
We aren’t bigots or intolerant, living in a Chick-Fil-A paradise
Yeah

*A Parody written to the tune of Living in a Gangsta Paradise and Living in An Amish Paradise


Monday, April 13, 2015

K is for King of Country Music

George Jones 
King of Country Music

Sometime after midnight on Christmas Eve
My steps had begun to stutter and to weave
I was tired of being by myself and all alone
So I turned on the radio to my favorite station
No need to do any kind of investigation
There was solid gold from the late George Jones

So I sat down in my comfy easy chair
And I knew that golden voice so fair
He was singing about that Grand Tour
So, I closed my eyes and settled back
And thought about a little snack
While the Possum sung sweet and pure

I have to tell you all the gospel truth
And I don’t think I have to offer proof
That there has never been one like him
To ever grace the Grand Ole Opry house
No not one from a gentleman to a louse
There’ll never be another one ever again

Chorus:

Yes, the possum is the King of Country Music
His memory is alive and well today
And nothing stops me from believin’
And though my heart is grievin’
Ole George is still the King of Country Music
Thank God for lettin’ him pass this way

From He Stopped Loving Her Today
Or Someone Wants Me Out of the Way
The hits just kept pouring out from him
From his perfectly combed blond hair
Down to the boots that he’d always wear
We’ll never see the likes of him again 

There is no one that could fill his shoes
No one will ever sing with such blues
He is the King of Country music, right
Nancy shared him with all of his fans
He is missed at all those midnight jams
Maybe George can say, Well It’s Alright

He charted over 165 golden hits
We all hoped he wouldn’t call it quits
But I guess everyone must go away
And it just might be the right thing to do
Since no one will ever stop loving you
I’ll just hum a bit of He Stopped Loving Her Today 

Chorus:

Yes, the possum is the King of Country Music
His memory is alive and well today
And nothing stops me from believin’
And though my heart is grievin’
Ole George is still the King of Country Music
Thank God for lettin’ him pass this way

Repeat Chorus: 

Yes, the possum is the King of Country Music
His memory is alive and well today
And nothing stops me from believin’
And though my heart is grievin’
Ole George is still the King of Country Music
Thank God for lettin’ him pass this way