Posts by Spencer DeBurgh (Page 15)

Ideally the church is different. It is made up of people who are as varied as can be: rich and poor, learned and unlearned, practical and impractical, sophisticated and unsophisticated, aristocratic and plebeian, disciplined and flighty, inten…

In Sunday’s sermon I mentioned being pelted with pieces of dead cat. Here are the two letters in which Whitefield describes that experience. When I quoted from these in the sermon I didn’t mention the sword attack or the clown who dropped his pants. You’ll have to read that for yourself, and don’t miss the PS to the second letter, it’ll break your heart. …

You ever wonder about this? I do. Our sins are forgiven, covered over, and taken away at the cross. God holds them against us no more! Yet when we sin we feel His displeasure and His discipline. How does that work? Here is a great ex…

There is a church to build up. There is a world to win. God has called us to His service and gifted us for His work. RBC, we are wasting too much time and avoiding too many conflicts. We need to quit making easy choices. …

O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary, beholding your power and your glory. B…

This is a must read from Kevin DeYoung’s blog at the Gospel Coalition — I cringe every time I hear the testimony of a Christian who grew up in the church and only later came to understand some fundamental article of the faith. Gran…

We want you to join us at RBC on Sunday nights. Why? We gather for a purpose — training, equipping, growing in knowledge so that we can excel in practice. Firm Foundations is an opportunity you should take full advantage of this year….

This poem, penned by G.K. Chesterton, seems fitting for the start of a new year. Every new year, every page off of the calendar, this old earth keeps waiting. The poem personifies the earth (as does Romans 8). She is a maiden waiting…

O Lord, I launch my bark on the unknown waters of this year, with Thee, O Father, as my harbor, Thee, O Son, at my helm, Thee, O Holy Spirit, filling my sails. Guide me to heaven with my lamp burning, my ear…

Today is the birthday of Horatius Bonar. He was born December 19, 1818 in Edinburgh, Scotland. I love his writing. He authored several hundred hymns and poems. This one about the church crying out for Jesus to come back gets to me …