Imagine an earthly situation where the heir-apparent to the throne meets with his closest friends on the eve of his own coronation. The new king's friends would hardly desire that the king skip his own coronation.
R.C. Sproul: It was 3 a.m., Amsterdam, 1965. I couldn’t sleep. I was pacing the floor of our apartment like a caged lion. My body was more than ready for sleep, but my mind refused to shut down. I had spent that day studying the doctrine of the ascension of Christ, the climactic moment of […]
Oh, men of the strong arm and the stout heart, what use are you making of your physical forces? Will you be able to stand the test of that day when we must answer for the use of every talent, whether it were a physical energy, or a mental acumen, or a spiritual power?