Ante-Nicene Father Quote of the Day

Trajan answered, “And who is Theophorus?” Ignatius replied, “He who has Christ within his breast.” Trajan said, “Do we not then seem to you to have the gods in our mind, whose assistance we enjoy in fighting against our enemies?” Ignatius answered, “Thou art in error when thou callest the dæmons of the nations gods. For there is but one God, who made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and all that are in them; and one Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, whose kingdom may I enjoy.” Trajan said, “Do you mean Him who was crucified under Pontius Pilate?” Ignatius replied, “I mean Him who crucified my sin, with him who was the inventor of it, and who has condemned [and cast down] all the deceit and malice of the devil under the feet of those who carry Him in their heart.” Trajan said, “Dost thou then carry within thee Him that was crucified?” Ignatius replied, “Truly so; for it is written, ‘I will dwell in them, and walk in them.’

The Martyrdom of Ignatius

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Walther Quote of the Day

“The believers of our age are, with few exceptions, weak and of little faith. The storms that beset them are much milder than the one the apostles encountered on the Sea of Galilee, yet afflictions and temptations cause Christians to waver and stumble. If a bloody persecution should arise and believers do not respond wit a stronger faith than they are now displaying, it is likely that most of them would deny the Lord and fall away.”

God Grant It: Daily Devotions from C. F. W. Walther p 166

Luther Quote of the Day

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Even though God demands our virtues and does not want us to be addicted to the lusts of the flesh but earnestly charges us not only to hold them in check but to slay them completely, yet our virtues cannot help us before God’s judgment; for they are polluted and contaminated by lust. Therefore unless God averts His eyes from our sins, yes, even from our righteousness and virtues and reckons us as righteous because of faith, which lays hold of His Son, we are done for. Mercy alone, or the accounting alone, saves us.
Luther’s works, vol. 3: Lectures on Genesis: Chapters 15-20 p 22

Sunday Brenner

Our new tradition, well not new, but newish nonetheless, is to have Brenner on Sunday nights. We make pancakes, french toast, waffles, biscuits, homemade hash, egg bakes and whatever sounds good. Normally we stick to the basics. About half the time these Brenners include some pork product like sausage or, my favorite pork product, bacon. Tonight included some basic run-of-the-mill grocery store sausage… on a Pastor’s salary you can only buy the really good stuff once in a while for special occasions, like if the Bears would have won last week and got to go to the Super Bowl.

Tonight Jen made her pancakes with a twist. Instead of using 1.5 cups of AP flour, she used .5 cups each of AP flour, whole wheat flour and wheat germ. I’ve gotta say they turned out very good. They might be even better than her normal recipe. To be honest, my wife doesn’t cook often, but she does Brenner better than anyone else I know, and I’m not just saying that because she’s next to me on the couch as I’m writing this. Although that doesn’t hurt.

Here’s some pics.

Here are the aforementioned pancakes.

To go with the pancakes tonight Jen made a blueberry compote. 

We also had some sausage (hiding on the back of the plate) that I cooked up earlier and froze for future Brenners.  Here was my plate and I’m ready to eat some more!

Joys of So. Colorado

We’re supposed to have snow off and on from Monday night until Wed. I can’t wait. This is why I’m glad the construction is going on at the church so I can work from home without bringing a ton of stuff home because it’s already here. Hopefully Jen and I can go out and play in it with the kids before it evaporates a day or two after.

How do you readers feel about snow?

Time for a haircut.

Yesterday I had my first haircut, since maybe July after my daughter was born. Needless to say, I was looking shaggy and unkempt most of the time. Besides the fact that I can’t sing well, my hair was not long enough to get a part in the musical Hair, but I got tired of dealing with it. So yesterday, while the kiddos napped, Jen got the electric clippers out. Here are some pictures of what followed. 
Just a pic of me, let’s call this the ‘Before’ picture. Man I’ve got a big head, it’s like a virtual planetoid.
It was windy yesterday and the plastic flying up happened more than a few times. Still, it beats having to clean up the floor in the house when you’re done.

Before Jen started buzzing my hair she wanted to practice her scissor skills in case I wanted a trim someday. This was the end result. I’m glad my wife is cute because she can’t cut my hair with scissors to save her life. Yes, she cut three different layers.
This was after the first pass with the electric clippers. She went right down the center for a reverse mohawk. Unfortunately, my head is thickly covered with fine hair, add the wind, and you get this. Did I mention that my head was big? I’m not kidding, it’s like Sputnik, spherical but quite pointy in parts.
Here’s the ‘After’ picture. 

I Hate You! by Pr. Fiene

This was written by a pastor friend of mine, Hans. Check out his blog here
Dear Low Church, Praise Band Guy,
I just wanted to drop you a quick line and set the record straight on a few things you seem to be confused about.
You see, lately I’ve heard you lamenting how fewer and fewer people are coming to church and how the church herself is really failing to reach these folks.  I’ve heard you talk about how you need to find ways to reach people who wouldn’t be reached in traditional ways, how you need to offer them a form of worship that speaks their language and meets them where they are.  You use words like impact andauthentic.  You talk about all this stuff very sincerely and I’m sure you mean well.  But the reason I don’t go to church isn’t that the traditions of the past don’t speak to me.  It’s not that I find organs and old hymns to be boring.  And it’s not that I don’t have the attention span to learn a liturgy that’s not always terribly easy to follow.  When you say things like that, you’re really just embarrassing yourself by doing two things.  Those two things are:
1. Projecting onto me the things you actually don’t like about going to church
2. Revealing that you’ve never actually talked to me about why I don’t go to church.
So since you seem to be quite ignorant of why I’d rather sleep or jog or fornicate on Sunday morning, let me just state things very clearly for you:
The reason I don’t go to church is because I hate the Gospel.  I hate Jesus.  I hate the notion that I was a sinner who needed to be redeemed by God taking on human flesh and shedding His blood on a cross.  I hate the notion that Jesus gets every ounce of credit for my salvation.  I hate the idea that God doesn’t dwell in my heart, that God isn’t who I make Him out to be in the religion of my own creation.  And I hate the teaching that the only way for me to know the true God is by hearing and reading the Bible.
So that’s why I don’t come to church.  I don’t come to church because I find the Christian faith to be stupid, irrational, barbaric, sexist, homophobic, outdated, mean spirited, ugly, offensive and any other number of things that are bad.  I don’t come to church because I hate the One who founded her.
So please stop embarrassing yourself.  Stop acting like an insecure college girl who dates guys who treat her like crap because she thinks she can reach the good men inside them that no other girl could reach before.  Stop thinking that you can say something to me that I haven’t heard before.  Stop thinking that you can love me better than anyone else ever has.  You’re supposed to believe in original sin.  Act like it.  Remember that my default position is to hate Jesus.  And as long I hate Him, I won’t feel any different about you.
And stop trying to relate to me.  Stop thinking that your life-application-sermon-skills can do for me what Law and Gospel preaching hasn’t ever done.  Stop thinking that the one thing preventing me from being baptized is not having a sandal wearing pastor to call by his first name.  Stop thinking that I glumly sip my coffee on Sunday morning, saying to myself, “golly gee, I really want to hear the Word of God today, but I just can’t do it in a place that doesn’t have guitars and a light show.”  Remember that, as long as I hate the gift, it doesn’t matter how flashy you think your new wrapping job is.  I’m still not going to open it.
So I hate to be this frank.  But I thought you needed to hear it straight.  I hate the Gospel.  I hate Jesus.  And as long as that’s the case, I will always hate you.

The World