John Calvin comments on 1 Peter 5:5:

We are to imagine that; God has two hands; the one, which like a hammer beats down and breaks in pieces those who raise up themselves; and the other, which raises up the humble who willingly let down themselves, and is like a firm prop to sustain them. Were we really convinced of this, and had it deeply fixed in our minds, who of us would dare by pride to urge war with God?

from desiringgod.org

Prayer is boring (Not the "boring" you think this means)

 (Prayer is boring

“The work of the Spirit can be compared to mining. The Spirit’s work is to blast to pieces the sinner’s hardness of heart and his frivolous opposition to God. The period of the awakening can be likened to the time when the blasts are fired. The time between the awakenings corresponds, on the other hand, to the time when the deep holes are bored with great effort into the hard rock.

To bore these holes is a task which tries one’s patience. To light the fuse and fire the shot is not only easy but also very interesting work. One sees ‘results’ from such work. It creates interest too; shots resound, and pieces fly in every direction. . . . .

The Spirit calls us to do the quiet, difficult, trying work of boring holy explosive material into the souls of the unconverted by daily and unceasing prayer. This is the real preparatory work for the next awakening.”

Ole Kristian Hallesby, Prayer (Minneapolis, 1944), pages 76-77.

What what?

The lord is gracious and compassionate
slow to anger and rich in love
The lord is gracious and compassionate
slow to anger and rich in love


The Lord is good to all
And He has compassion on all that He has made


As far as the east is from the west
That’s how far He has removed our transgressions from us


As far as the east is from the west
That’s how far He has removed our transgressions from us
Praise the Lord, oh my soul, praise the Lord
Praise the Lord, oh my soul, praise the Lord

Stir me, oh! stir me, Lord

Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, I care not how,
But stir my heart in passion for the world,
Stir me to give, to go, but most to pray;
Stir till the blood-red banner be unfurled
O'er lands that still in heathen darkness lie,
O'er deserts where no cross is lifted high.

Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, till all my heart
Is filled with strong compassion for these-souls;
Till Thy compelling word drives me to pray;
Till Thy constraining love reach to the poles
Far north and south, in burning deep desire,
Till east and west are caught in love's great fire.

Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, till prayer is pain,
Till prayer is joy, till prayer turns into praise;
Stir me, till heart and will and mind, yea, all
Is wholly Thine to use through all the days.
Stir, till I learn to pray exceedingly;
Stir, till I learn to wait expectantly.

Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, Thy heart was stirred
By love's intensest fire, till Thou didst give
Thine only Son, Thy best beloved One,
E'en to the dreadful cross, that I might live.
Stir me to give myself so back to Thee,
That Thou canst give Thyself again through me.

Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, for I can see
Thy glorious triumph-day begin to break;
The dawn already gilds the eastern sky;
Oh, Church of Christ, arise, awake, awake.
Oh! stir us, Lord, as heralds of that day.
For night is past, our King is on His way.

Simon

sorry i has to take a dump

and left my phone in my room

me

so you took your laptop?

Simon

but i on laptop