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Lamb Slain Before the Foundation

Rev. 13:8

“And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him, whose names are not written in the book of life of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.” (KJV)

There are actually two legitimate ways this passage of scripture can be translated. One is as the KJV translated it; the other is as the New American Standard Version translates it. It says, “And all who dwell on the earth will worship him, everyone whose name has not been written from the foundation of the world in the book of life of the Lamb who has been slain.” (Rev. 13:8 NASB) The questions is, which was done “from the foundation of the world?” Were the names written in the book of life, or was the Lamb slain? Both ideas are supported elsewhere in scripture.

Rev. 17:8 supports the idea that the names that are in the Book of Life were entered there before the foundation of the world. It says, “The beast that you saw was and is not, and is about to come up out of the abyss and to go…
May 20

Andrew Reed, 1787–1862
  That the righteous requirements of the law might be fully met in us, who do not live according to the sinful nature but according to the Spirit. (Romans 8:4)
  As the earth can produce nothing unless it is fertilized by the sun, so we can do nothing worthwhile for God without the energizing Holy Spirit’s power operating in our lives.
  I used to ask God to help me. Then I asked if I might help Him. I ended up by asking Him to do His work through me.
—Hudson Taylor
One of the marks of spiritual maturity in any believer’s life is the growing conviction of the necessity of the Holy Spirit’s presence and power for daily living. How natural it often seems to attempt to live our lives and even minister for God in our own wisdom and strength. How tragic it is when churches and religious organizations institutionalize themselves with dogma or legalistic rules and practices and gradually replace the invigorating ministry of …

Mother’s Day

Over the years, my mother has slowly given me some souvenirs from my childhood. Baseball cards, my first books, you know, the kind of things that I left behind when I was packing to go to college. Recently she gave me back some gifts I gave to her when I was younger, things like my senior picture and a plaster-of-paris hand print that I made in Bible School as a kindergartner.

While thinking about Mother’s Day this year, I thought about a gift I gave her as a young child. It is a piece of cardboard covered with green burlap with a candle I made out of yarn and glued on the board. Above the candle is a poem I wrote for her. The poem began, “I love my Mother, better than any other …” Not exactly e. e. cummins or Robert Frost, but it expressed a little boy’s affection to his mother.

I don’t get sentimental about motherhood. I’m sorry, but in a nation where women “have the right to choose,” but a baby doesn’t have the “right to life” I don’t equate pregnancy with virtue.…