Can’t Stop LovingYou

Live Bootleg

Tucked away in the back of a closet in my parent’s house a box contains my 20 year old record collection. Last week a friend of mine mentioned an old song that reminded me of one of those LPs, “Live Bootleg” by the legendary Resurrection Band.

Can’t Stop Loving You

Music and Lyrics: Glenn Kaiser

I love the rain
I love the autumn wind
I love the snow
I love the space I’m in
I love the cold on a winter’s day
I love the truth
Of the things You say
Sometimes my world gets spinning like a top
No matter what the price I just can’t stop
I can’t stop loving You
No matter what they say

I love the waves
On the stormy sea
I love the stars
The way they shine at me
I love the moon
I see Your light in it
I love Your Word
There’s so much life in it

Sometimes it seems my world is falling down
How good to know, Lord, that I’ve been found
I can’t stop loving You
No matter what they say

Lord there’s nothing more that I’d like to do
Than see your face and fly away with You
To pass those gates and enter heaven
With my wife and all my children
Oh Lord I know You must be coming soon
And I stand before this world
And shout “It’s true”
I can’t stop living You

That song rocks! One of these days I need to get the old turn table out of the attic and convert some of that vinal to mp3. As the chorus reverbarates in my memory, let me turn this into a theological topic and ask why? Why can’t you stop loving Him? Why can’t I stop loving Him?

Last week I heard a great sermon by Andy Davis, pastor of First Baptist Church, Durham, NC. (Download MP3: Grace and Perseverance) He tells the story about a man who denied Christ upon his death bed. The guy admitted that all his Christian life was a sham. He said, “I do not believe in Jesus, the Bible, God or anything.” As the man vehemently rejected Christ, in mid sentence, he clutched his chest, gasped his last, and slipped into eternity. Davis asked the hard question – will that be you? When it comes to the face of death will you deny Christ? Why not? What makes you so sure? Does your faith rest in your own will of perseverance or does it rest in the firm hope that Christ has determined to save you? Do you point to your own faithfulness or to the strong unfailing love, mercy, and grace of God? What gives you the confidence to sing “Can’t Stop Loving You” with full assurance?

R. B. C. Howell, first president of the Southern Baptist Convention, preached a sermon on the Perseverance of the Saints and makes a strong argument as to why our hope securely anchors in the grace of God and not our human frailty. He concluded:

The perseverance in grace of all true believers, unto the attainment of eternal life, is, as we have now fully shown, guaranteed by the perfections of God the Father; by their relations with our Lord Jesus Christ the Son; by the work in their hearts of the Holy Spirit; by the character of the new nature with which they are endowed; and by the express declarations of the divine word of truth. With glowing spirits, therefore, and boundless gratitude and love, we too, may join in that apostolic exultation, which so gloriously delineates the privileges of all those who love our Lord Jesus Christ–“If God be for us, who can be against us? He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also, freely give us all things? Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God’s elect? It is God that justifieth, Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died; yea rather, that is risen again; who is even at the right hand of God; who also maketh intercession for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written, ‘for thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.’ Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors, through him that loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:31-39)

Louisiana College calls Joe Aguillard

I have mixed feelings about the ruckus at Louisiana College. On the one hand I’m glad that we have placed a conservative Bible believing Christian in the presidents office. Some have criticized his credentials, but contrary to popular belief, you do not need to be a scholar to be a college president. You need good people skills, leadership qualities, and administrative abilities. I trust that God will use Joe Aguillard to lift LC out of its woes.

I’m concerned about the drastic split in the trustee vote (17-13) and that the vast majority of the faculty were against his appointment. I do not envy his road ahead.

The textbook approval procedure debacle has me very concerned. IMNSHO, you ought to hire professors who possess a competency in their field and then give them the freedom to direct their courses as they see fit. You can’t teach a College class without the freedom to recommend supplemental reading on the fly. If the school feels a trustee is more capable of selecting course material than the professor, then fire the professor and give his chair to the trustee. Apparently SACS agrees with me and they have placed LC’s academic accreditation on probation. I pray that Aguillard will find a solution to the situation and untie the hands of the professors so they can get back to teaching and Louisiana College can continue to thrive as the great school that it is.

Diving into the blogosphere

View from the Bayou St. John's bridge looking out to Lake Pontratrain

Today seems like a good day to jump. U.K. psychologist, Dr. Cliff Arnall’s research predicts a lugubrious low for today’s mental health. According to his formula, ( [W + (Dd)] x TQ) / (M x NA), January 24th marks the most depressing day of the year. The fact that the day falls on a Monday this year exacerbates the misery quotient. I wonder how he would factor BD + NB into the equation?

Thirty-seven years ago today, my father teetered on the brink of life and death as pneumonia kept him flat on his back in a hospital bed. Across town, my mother also spent her day in a hospital bed as she brought her first born son into the world. Uncertain of my father’s prognosis, she named me after him. The same hand of providence that brought my dad to a full recovery, keeps my head above water today.

With my feet firmly planted on the bridge and and sappy melodrama flowing onto my keyboard, I plunge headlong into the blogosphere on my thirty-seventh birthday. I doubt I’ll make much of a splash, but want to use this site to record some of my thoughts, highlight my interests, chronicle my studies, and interact with the world outside of my little pool. I look forward to the new adventure.