Kenneth Koole, visiting preacher at CPRC October 2018. Message from July 2018.
Kevin Meyer of France recently set a new world best for the greatest all-round athletic challenge with 9126 points in the decathlon at Tallence, France. This came not long after total failure and disappointment at European Champs where he recorded three no jumps in Long Jump. Only shame is that second day was a Sunday, Lord’s Day when he should have been worshipping the God who enables his achievements!
Thanks to all well wishers and may the Lord bless Kristin (niece) and Lee who also have birthdays today. Running days sadly over but have replacement sports.
If the athlete has to be self-controlled and temperate in all things (food, sleep, physical training) then even more so should the Christian believer be temperate in all things and keep under, nay mortify, his body of sin (sinful flesh).
Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain. And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible. I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that beateth the air: But I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection: lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway (I Corinthians 9:24-27).
Riga is full of these guys (Hooded Crows). Saw one tonight with chunks missing from his wings and still flying; get my point?
Nice U tube.
Note hymn sung at opening ceremony-very appropriate!
Non Nobis, Domine!
Non Nobis, Domine! Not unto us, O Lord, The praise and glory be Of any deed or word. For in Thy judgement lies To crown or bring to nought All knowledge and device That man has reached or wrought. And we confess our blame, How all too high we hold That noise which men call fame, That dross which men call gold. For these we undergo Our hot and godless days, But in our souls we know Not unto us the praise. O Power by whom we live Creator, Judge and Friend, Upholdingly forgive, Nor leave us at the end. But grant us yet to see, In all our piteous ways, Non Nobis, Domine, Not unto us the praise.
- by Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936)