Archive for October, 2006

Who Killed Cock Robin?

October 31, 2006

Guess whose Cock Robin?

"Who killed Cock Robin?" "I," said the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."
"Who saw him die?" "I," said the Fly,
"With my little eye, I saw him die."
"Who caught his blood?" "I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish, I caught his blood."
"Who'll make the shroud?" "I," said the Beetle,
"With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud."
"Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the Owl,
"With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."
"Who'll be the parson?" "I," said the Rook,
"With my little book, I'll be the parson."
"Who'll be the clerk?" "I," said the Lark,
"If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk."
"Who'll carry the link?" "I," said the Linnet,
"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link."
"Who'll be chief mourner?" "I," said the Dove,
"I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner."
"Who'll carry the coffin?" "I," said the Kite,
"If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin."
"Who'll bear the pall? "We," said the Wren,
"Both the cock and the hen, we'll bear the pall."
"Who'll sing a psalm?" "I," said the Thrush,
"As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm."
"Who'll toll the bell?" "I," said the bull,
"Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell."
All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin.

Halloween?

October 31, 2006

Halloween?  All Hallows Eve?  Newp, Happy Reformation Day! Be proud of ones othrodox Christian heritage!

In the Name our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen. 

1. Our Lord and Master Jesus Christ, when He said Poenitentiam agite, willed that the whole life of believers should be repentance. 

2. This word cannot be understood to mean sacramental penance, i.e., confession and satisfaction, which is administered by the priests. 

3. Yet it means not inward repentance only; nay, there is no inward repentance which does not outwardly work divers mortifications of the flesh. 

4. The penalty [of sin], therefore, continues so long as hatred of self continues; for this is the true inward repentance, and continues until our entrance into the kingdom of heaven. 

5. The pope does not intend to remit, and cannot remit any penalties other than those which he has imposed either by his own authority or by that of the Canons. 

6. The pope cannot remit any guilt, except by declaring that it has been remitted by God and by assenting to God's remission; though, to be sure, he may grant remission in cases reserved to his judgment. If his right to grant remission in such cases were despised, the guilt would remain entirely unforgiven. 

7. God remits guilt to no one whom He does not, at the same time, humble in all things and bring into subjection to His vicar, the priest. 

8. The penitential canons are imposed only on the living, and, according to them, nothing should be imposed on the dying. 

9. Therefore the Holy Spirit in the pope is kind to us, because in his decrees he always makes exception of the article of death and of necessity. 

10. Ignorant and wicked are the doings of those priests who, in the case of the dying, reserve canonical penances for purgatory.  Part of Luther's 95 Theses

 

 

This Unworthy Right Hand–Thomas Cramner

October 30, 2006

[Edited blog] For Readers of my puritan at heart site, I can't publish it thus far today, because of some java problem, the one persistent thing I find repeats with blogger at various times.

 I wrote previously about Thomas Cramner in THIS blog post, but want to conclude this with an account by Thomas Chalmers of his subsequent persecution and martyrdom:

After queen Mary's accession to the throne, so obnoxious an enemy to popery could not long escape, and accordingly he was first ordered to appear before the council, and bring an inventory of his goods; which he did August the 27th, when he was commanded to keep his house, and be forthcoming. September the 13th, he was again summoned before the council, and enjoined to be at the Starchamber the next day, when he was committed to the Tower; partly, for setting his hand to the instrument of the lady Jane's succession; and, partly, for the public offer he had made a little before, of justifying openly the religious proceedings of the late king. Some of his friends, forseeing the storm that was likely to fall upon him, advised him to fly, but he absolutely refused, as unworthy of his character and the station he held. In the ensuing parliament, on November the 3d, he was attainted, and at Guildhall found guilty of high treason; on which the fruits of his archbishopric were sequestered; yet, upon his humble and repeated application, he was pardoned the treason, but it was resolved he should be proceeded against for heresy. In April 1554, he, and Ridley and Latimer, were removed to Oxford, for a public disputation with the papists on the subject of the sacrament; which was accordingly held there towards the middle of the month, with great noise, triumph, and confidence on the papists' side, and with as much graavity, learning, modesty, and argument on the side of the protestant bishops. The 20th of April, two days after the end of these disputations, Cranmer and the two others were brought before the commissioners, and asked, whether they would subscribe (to Popery)? which they unanimously refusing, were condemned as heretics. From this sentence the archbishop appealed to the just judgement of the Almighty; and wrote to the council, giving them an account of the disputation, and desiring the queen's pardon for his treason, which it seems was not yet remitted. By the convocation, which met this year, his Defence of the true and Catholic doctrine of the Sacrament of the Body and Blood of our Saviour Christ, was ordered to be burnt. Some of his friends petitioned the queen in his behalf; putting her in mind, how he had once preserved her, by his earnest intercessions for her, when her father had determined to send her to the Tower, and make her suffer for disobedience to the laws; so that she had reason to believe he loved her, and would speak the truth to her, more than all the rest of the clergy. But all these endeavours were ineffectual. The sentence pronounced against him by Weston at Oxford being void in law, because the Pope's authority was not yet reestablished in England, a new commission was sent from Rome for his trial and conviction. Accordingly, on September the 12th, 1555, he appeared before the commissioners; viz. Brooks bishop of Gloucester, for the pope; and Drs. Martin and Story for the queen: the commission was opened at St. Mary's church, Oxford, and Cranmer was accused of blasphemy and heresy, for his writings against popery; of perjury, for breaking his oath to the pope; and of incontinency, or adultery, on account of his being married: against all which he vindicated himself. At last, he was cited to appear at Rome within eighty days, to asnwer in person; which he said he would do if the king and queen would send him, but this was not done, and therefore the pope dispatched, on December the 14th, his letters executory to the king and queen, and to Bonner and Thirlby bishops of London and Ely, to degrade and deprive him. In these letters, Cranmer was declared contumacious, for not appearing at Rome within eighty days, according to his citation; as if he could have appeared at Rome, when he was all the while kept a prisoner. Upon the arrival of the letters, Bonner and Thirlby, with Dr. Martin and Dr. Story the king's and queen's proctors, went to Oxford to degrade him. They dressed him in all the garments and ornaments of an archbishop, only in mockery every thing was of canvass and old clouts: and then he was, piece by piece, stripped of all again. When they came to take the crosier out of his hand, he refused to part with it, and appealed to the next general council. After he was degraded, they put him on a poor yeomanbeadle's gown, threadbare, and a townsman's cap, and remanded him to prison. From thence he wrote letters to the queen, to give her an impartial account of what had passed at his degradation, to prevent misreports, and to justify himself in what he had said and done; and hitherto he manifested a great deal of courage and wisdom in his sufferings; but at last human frailty made him commit what he felt as the greatest blemish of his life. For, through flatteries, promises, importunities, threats, and the fear of death, he was prevailed upon to sign a recantation*, wherein he renounced the Protestant religion, and embraced again all the errors of popery; which recantation was immediately printed and dispersed about by his enemies. Notwithstanding that, the merciless queen, not satisfied with this conquest, resolved to glut her revenge, by committing Cranmer to the flames. Acordingly, she sent for Dr. Cole, provost of Eton, and gave him instructions to prepare a sermon for that mournful occasion; and on the 24th of February a writ was signed for the execution. The 21st day of March, the fatal day, he was brought to St. Mary's church, and placed on a kind of stage over against the pulpit, where Dr. Cole was to preach. While Dr. Cole was haranguing, the unfortunate Cranmer expressed great inward confusion; often lifting up his hands and eyes to heaven; and frequently pouring out floods of tears. At the end of the sermon, when Cole desired him to make an open profession of his faith, as he had promised him he would; he, first, prayed in the most fervent manner; then made an exhortationn to the people present, not to set their minds upon the world; to obey the king and queen; to love each other; and to be charitable. After this he made a confession of his faith, beginning with the Creed, and concluding with these words, And I believe every word and sentence tought by our Saviour Jesus Christ, his apostles and prophets, in the Old and New Testament.—And now, added he, I come to the great thing, that so much troubleth my conscience more than any thing I ever did or said in my whole life; and that is the setting abroad a writing contrary to the truth, which I here now renounce as things written with my hand contrary to the truth which I thought in my heart, and written for fear of death, and to save my life if it might be; that is, all such bills and papers which I have written or signed with my hand since my degradation, wherein I have written many things untrue. And forasmuch as my hand offended, writing contrary to my heart, my hand shall first be punished; for, may I come to the fire, it shall be first burned. As for the pope, I refuse him, as Christ's enemy and antichrist, with all his false doctrine. And as for the Sacrament, I believe as I have taught in my book against the bishop of Winchester. Thunderstruck as it were with this unexpected declaration, the enraged popish crowd admonished him not to dissemble: Ah, replied he with tears, since I lived hitherto, I have been a hater of falsehood, and a lover of simplicity, and never before this time have I dissembled. On this, they pulled him off the stage with the utmost fury, and hurried him to the place of his matyrdom, over against Baliolcollege; where he put off his clothes in haste, and standing in his shirt, and without shoes, was fastened with a chain to the stake. Some pressing him to agree to his former recantation, he answered, showing his hand, This is the hand that wrote it, and therefore it shall first suffer punishment. Fire being applied to him, he stretched out his right hand into the flame, and held it there unmoved (except that once with it he wiped his face) till it was consumed, crying with a loud voice, This hand hath offended; and often repeating, This unworthy right hand. At last, the fire getting up, he soon expired, never stirring or crying out all the while, only keeping his eyes fixed to the heaven, and repeating more than once, Lord Jesus, receive my spirit. Such was the end of the renowned Thomas Cranmer, in the 67th year of his age, a man who deservedly ranks high among the most illustrious characters in ecclesiastical history, although his conduct was not in all instances free from blame.

You're So Vain-You probably think this post is about you

October 30, 2006

Yep, here we go again!

Anyone who has read this blog for a little while now, will know I am an admirer of Simon Cowl. Him of the forceful often shoot it straight to the point of rudeness opinion.

Last Saturday’s X-Factor he probably did this to his own detriment.  And the act who got voted off, (one of them) is in the UK press today saying she felt it was a personal attack.  Now what did he say exactly. He said she was a good singer, had a great voice, but to watch her on stage, she had all the grace of a boxer. You could see her reaction to those words even as he said them. I think she’d have liked to have really retorted a reply, but if you want to keep the other judges on side you don’t do that.  But her pouring out her disappointment and heartbreak and true feelings over Simon Cowl’s comments the past few weeks pretty  much confirms what I felt that she was having a job to not let rip in response.  Now the girl is black, does this personal attack she spoke of in her mind have anything to do with that? I dunno, but its  patently obvious to anyone who has watched Simon Cowl over any length of time that colour of anyone plays not one iota.  A woman who was a runner up in last years X-Factor, (Brenda) also suffered at Simon Cowls comments at the time.  Yet she took it in a much more graceful and charitable way. He said far worse to  her than he ever did this young woman from this year.  Yet Brenda has gone on to bigger and better things because she took Simon’s comments on board.  And she said (Brenda) during an interview on the TV this morn, that however Simon says something,  he is often open, direct, and speaks his mind, but however he says it,  there is often more than a grain of truth in what he says.

Now I’ve mentioned during earlier posts to do with the X-Factor that my blunt often direct way with words has in some instances led to a sharp comparison between Simon Cowl and me. And well, he cracks me up, where other folks may flinch on behalf of the person he’s saying it to, I will often ROFL, cos I can kind of imagine saying similar.  The comparison was not out of place with the way I can and often do use words.  Yet, Simon Cowl is not a nasty, mean man.  I have heard it time and time again that he is one of the nicest men you can meet in actual life and I believe that. As he never acts against the acts on the X-Factor out of personal angst with any of the other  judges like the other male judge does. But he does shoot it straight,  but as Brenda said, if you can get past that and take in what he has said, you will know there is often more than a little truth in what he says.  So, does manner of delivery make a truth an untruth? Does not being gentle or pandering to folks sensitivities make a truth an untruth?  We seem easily able to wound each other with words at times, and if there is intent to wound or hurt another then  that’s another matter entirely. But does direct or blunt delivery of truth, make that truth any less true?  Cos whether Simon Cowl of myself, on completely different matters, it seems not to be the case to  me.  The truth is always the truth, whether delivered with kid gloves on, or boxing gloves.

So, don’t shoot the messenger just because you may not like the way the message is delivered.  It doesn’t make the message any less true.

Capital Crimes of the Faith

October 29, 2006

During Mary Tudor's reign, (also known as Bloody Mary of course because of the all the blood of the thousands of martyrs her reign produced) those who were condemend of heresy and sentenced to be burned at the stake often after severe torture, had to sign the declaration below, of saying why they had been condemned to death:

  • We  hold doctrine in accordance with the Scriptures and the early creeds of the church.
  • We  affirm justification is by faith alone and not by the works of the Law.
  • We’re  seeking to have worship services in English and not in Latin.
  • We don’t  believe in praying to sounds, we don’t believe in  purgatory, or masses for the dead.
  • And the most heinous of all, capital crimes in Mary Tudor's reign was,  was to dispose of the five bastard sacraments and only hold that the ordinances of Baptism and the Lord’s Supper were Biblical and to not believe in Transubstantiaton.  How many of us today, re-crucify Christ and re-spill the blood of those of whom the world was not worthy, by not holding to all the above and certainly not being prepared to stand up and defend and fight for God's honour, if it costs us to do so, and how many of us are so doctrinally inept and askew, that if God was not a merciful God, we should all also be condemend to death, an eternal death, with eternal torments?

     

    Divine Redeemer

    October 29, 2006

    "Oh! divine Redeemer, out of whose inexhaustible fullness I would daily draw a rich supply of grace into my needy soul, be pleased to impart unto me an undivided heart; that to please You, may be my greatest happiness, and to promote Your glory my highest honor. Preserve me from false motives, from a double mind, and a divided heart. Keep me entirely to Yourself, and enable me to crucify every lust, which would tempt my heart from You. Enable me by Your grace to walk in one uniform path of holy, childlike obedience. When tempted to turn aside to the right hand or to the left, may I keep steadily Your way, until brought before Your throne, I see Your face, behold Your smile, and fall in ecstasy at Your feet, lost in wonder, love, and praise."
    (Thomas Reade, "On the Blessedness of a New Heart")

    Ponderization

    October 28, 2006

    Why does the film "The Omen" come to mind when I look at the picture below? Such a nice, pleasant looking pope! As the kind of pleasant I mean, costs nothing, and doesn't matter if you have a face like the back of a bus, or not, (and I'm not intimating he does) you can still appear to be so. Unlike Pope John-Paul II, this popes appearance seems to hide none of the evil behind the papacy.

    Letting go–False Hope

    October 28, 2006

    Letting go of some of our hopes, expectations, desires, is a hard thing to do, when by them never being fulfilled, leaves one between a rock and a hard place. Yet false hope, hoping for in current climates what has over a long time been unattainable, is one of the most soul-destroying things I know of, when hopes keep being dashed, and you are forever in that rock and a hard place yet still hoping, still expecting relief or comfort, something better.  Letting go of those hopes and expectations, however reasonable the initial hope or expectation may be, is sometimes the only way to stop the despiar ensuring of being left in a rock and a hard place, yet always feeling you are waiting, waiting for relief or comfort, a sign that someone cares. Letting go, of hope for some people does not come easy. That old saying, of "Where there's life there's hope" has a very true ring to it to me and countless others. To let go of hope, in some situations is so alien that it seems an un-natural thing to do. As letting hope die, seems a thing that is against every fibre of ones being.

    Yet letting go sometimes, of these hopes, is the only way to try and find some contentment. When people don't come through in the even the smallest ways for you to know you are human, letting go is the only way to survive emotionally. By that I don't mean to go through the world with a shell or defence or armour on, and so closing your emotions off to and yourself off to the things none of us should never be closed to but always open, Burning bridges turning ones back on the thing that has cost you so much grief, sometimes seems an option, but to do that would be to protect oneself maybe at the cost of both doing anyone some good even remotely, and at the cost of Christ's honour as a Christian. To hope in God, and know that the world has nothing for you of much account. Sometimes, you settle for very little in the letting go, or in most folks eyes it would be very little, of no account, yet the smallest gifts can seem the biggest treasures in poverty. Letting go, of dreams of something not always being as it is, is hard when the something is a furance seven times hotter than most.  But sometimes as hard and as alien as letting go of hope in these situations, is, you know its the only way to help stop the heart ache, and rest in the Lord as ones portion, knowing that He can change something if He wishes to.

    Letting go–False Hope

    October 28, 2006

    Letting go of some of our hopes, expectations, desires, is a hard thing to do, when by them never being fulfilled, leaves one between a rock and a hard place. Yet false hope, hoping for in current climates what has over a long time been unattainable, is one of the most soul-destroying things I know of, when hopes keep being dashed, and you are forever in that rock and a hard place yet still hoping, still expecting relief or comfort, something better.  Letting go of those hopes and expectations, however reasonable the initial hope or expectation may be, is sometimes the only way to stop the despiar ensuring of being left in a rock and a hard place, yet always feeling you are waiting, waiting for relief or comfort, a sign that someone cares. Letting go, of hope for some people does not come easy. That old saying, of "Where there's life there's hope" has a very true ring to it to me and countless others. To let go of hope, in some situations is so alien that it seems an un-natural thing to do. As letting hope die, seems a thing that is against every fibre of ones being.

    Yet letting go sometimes, of these hopes, is the only way to try and find some contentment. When people don't come through in the even the smallest ways for you to know you are human, letting go is the only way to survive emotionally. By that I don't mean to go through the world with a shell or defence or armour on, and so closing your emotions off to and yourself off to the things none of us should never be closed to but always open, Burning bridges turning ones back on the thing that has cost you so much grief, sometimes seems an option, but to do that would be to protect oneself maybe at the cost of both doing anyone some good even remotely, and at the cost of Christ's honour as a Christian. To hope in God, and know that the world has nothing for you of much account. Sometimes, you settle for very little in the letting go, or in most folks eyes it would be very little, of no account, yet the smallest gifts can seem the biggest treasures in poverty. Letting go, of dreams of something not always being as it is, is hard when the something is a furance seven times hotter than most.  But sometimes as hard and as alien as letting go of hope in these situations, is, you know its the only way to help stop the heart ache, and rest in the Lord as ones portion, knowing that He can change something if He wishes to.

    The Bad John Piper

    October 28, 2006