Faith Without Works Is Dead–James 2:14-26
14 What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? 15 If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, 16 and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? 17 So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead. 18 But someone will say, “You have faith and I have works.” Show me your faith apart from your works, and I will show you my faith by my works. 19 You believe that God is one; you do well. Even the demons believe—and shudder! 20 Do you want to be shown, you foolish person, that faith apart from works is useless? 21 Was not Abraham our father justified by works when he offered up his son Isaac on the altar? 22 You see that faith was active along with his works, and faith was completed by his works; 23 and the Scripture was fulfilled that says, “Abraham believed God, and it was counted to him as righteousness”—and he was called a friend of God. 24 You see that a person is justified by works and not by faith alone. 25 And in the same way was not also Rahab the prostitute justified by works when she received the messengers and sent them out by another way? 26 For as the body apart from the spirit is dead, so also faith apart from works is dead.
My bride and I watched a special about Israel tonight. It would be so amazing to walk those streets, to tread the shores of the sea of Galilee, to see the views Jesus may have seen when he walked this earth. I pray we can experience it some day.
A Glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to every page;
It gives but borrows none.
The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
His truths upon the nations rise;
They rise but never set.
Let everlasting thanks be Thine
For such a bright display
That makes a world o f darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.
My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.
Make a joyful noise to the LORD all the earth!
Serve the LORD with gladness!
Come into his presence with singing!
Know that the LORD, he is God!
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise!
Give thanks to him; bless his name!
For the LORD is good;
his steadfast love endures forever,
and his faithfulness to all generations.
Psalm 100 (ESV)
This week I picked up a copy of the recently released biography of Patrick Henry entitled Lion of Liberty by Harlow Unger. In the opening chapters, Unger describes the rhetorical skill Henry used in his law practice:
“He used every rhetorical device he could find or invent. On clear days, he embraced the sunshine and lifted jurors hearts; on grey days he pointed to the clouds and rain to provoke tears; and on the darkest days, he saw omens of destruction in the hearers that left jurors cowering in fear as he cited each thunder clap or lighting blot as nothing lest than the ‘wrath of God.’ “
The spoken word is powerful. Sadly, outside of politics and some pulpits, we are losing the art of communicating well.
What do Ronald Reagan, FDR, JFK, and Barack Obama have in common? Hint: It’s not the highest office in the United States.
Millsappian Disclaimer–I cannot vouch for anything else on this website, save this article. Also, this is not saying that any of these men are, but I found it interesting.
Hat Tip to an awesome blogger: Trevin Wax
Tonight I did it. We decided on a whim to go to Cheeburger, Cheeburger near our hometown. I had been proclaiming to anyone who would listen, that I was one day going to have my picture on the wall. The wall to which I am referring is the “wall of fame” of individuals who eat the “Pounder.” The “Pounder” is 1lb of pure beef (actually 20 oz. prior to cooking). Providencially, we had soup for lunch, so tonight was the night!
Armed with Heinz 57 sauce, pickles, a Dr. Pepper, and a basket of onion rings and fries I dove in and accomplished what most mere mortals are unable (or unwilling) to do. I finished it. My wife looked thoroughly disgusted, so I did not ask her to snap a photo of me holding the giant stuffed burger they ask you to pose with, but the evidence is on the wall, at least for a few days.
Did I mention I started a diet earlier this week? Guess I derailed that! I’ll have to start back next week. For right now, I am not mourning the loss of the diet! Rather, I am basking in the glory of my accomplishment (and a full belly).
P.S. I probably won’t attempt to repeat the feat. Once was enough!