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There is a River Flowing Deep and Wide

Watchman — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 07:25:00 GMT

The River that is Deep and Wide

There is a River
Flowing Deep and Wide
Deep and Wide
Flowing from the Throne
Sinners plunged beneath; their sins are now forgotten
Deep and Wide, Deep and Wide
Is the River, flowing from the Throne
The Throne Above
Deep and Wide, Deep and Wide
Is the River
Our sins to Purge
Deep and Wide, Deep and Wide
Is the River
Flowing from the Throne
Deep and Wide
Oh, River Divine
Deep and Wide
Is the River
The River so Divine
Full of Mercy
Deep and Wide, Deep and Wide
Oh, River Devine
Flowing from the Throne, the Throne above
Deep and Wide, Deep and Wide
Is the River, the River of His Love……

CK Quarterman - The Watchman

I Believe in the Divinity of Christ - Jesus is God

Watchman — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 04:29:00 GMT

In response to a question (about the Trinity), I answered on a blog recently, I decided to repeat the question and answer here for the folks reading our blog.

I wrote on, May 7, 2009 and said, ‘He said, “He was the God of Abraham” and eluded to the fact he was in the burning bush, the God who spoke to Moses’.

You responded, “Really? I have never noticed that in 25 years of bible study. Please elaborate.”

So, in response to your statement, “I have never noticed that in 25 years of bible study.” I think this is the crux of the problem. In 25 years of Bible study, obviously you have gotten nothing from it, continuing to espouse “gibberish”.

Why did you not know of this scripture? But more importantly, you obviously avoided a discussion knowing this scripture exposes your heresy.

Jesus’ words are a forceful claim to Divinity; otherwise the crowd would not have attempted to stone him. They understood His claim to Divinity; they knew that He was saying He was God! They would not have been incensed with anger had he said anything else. Had he claimed to be a mere man or a Prophet they would not have taken up stones to kill him.

The reference is to John 8:58 where Jesus says, "before Abraham was, I Am” and it is a reference to Exodus 3:14 where God reveals his name as "I Am" to Moses in the burning bush.

John 8:58-59

:58 Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before Abraham was, I am.

:59 Then took they up stones to cast at him: but Jesus hid himself, and went out of the temple, going through the midst of them, and so passed by.

We need neither, take up an argument about Greek verbiage, or tense, in that the people of Jesus’ time understood His claim to Divinity. Therefore, the only questions that can be asked are, did Jesus lie, or was He crazy? I think the bulk of Scripture supports the fact that He was not lying, nor was He crazy. Then you must come to the only logical conclusion, and that is, that He knew Himself to be God and said so in John 8:58.

The Watchman

Blowing the Trumpet in Zion

Watchman — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 10:47:00 GMT

In response to a comment I received the other day, I have decided to post my answer as I feel it will benefit all of us.

Yes, the Watchmen is a twelve-issue comic book series

reflecting the contemporary anxieties our country mirrors as we are edging closer to a nuclear war with the Soviet Union. The story focuses on the presence of superheroes such as the Watchman who possesses obvious superhuman powers.

Although, through the Holy Spirit, I do possess at times superhuman powers, I can claim none of these powers as my own. We as Christians are only vessels, if and when He chooses to use us.

I take the name, Watchman from Ezekiel 33:2-6:

Ezekiel 33:2-3 Son of man, speak to the children of thy people, and say unto them, When I bring the sword upon a land, if the people of the land take a man of their coasts, and set him for their watchman: If when he seeth the sword come upon the land, he blow the trumpet, and warn the people; But if the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned; if the sword come, and take any person from among them, he is taken away in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at the watchman's hand.

I am, “blowing the trumpet” hence the name of the site: The_Final_Trumpet_Blast

The Watchman

The Good Seed Planted

Watchman — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 05:04:00 GMT

The Good Seed Planted

(To the bit of Island Rhythm)

Father God I feel like I need to love on you more today
You are awesome in all of your ways
No wonder you say you are a jealous God
you certainly deserve to be so

For the world knows not just how great You are
but o my soul longs to proclaim
for You alone are worthy
for You alone are great
for You alone are the Risen Lord
worthy of all praise

You are the Chosen One of Israel
You are the Answer for all time
You are the Good Seed planted for eternity
again so awesome in all of your ways
my life longs to proclaim
for you alone are the risen one
the ancient of days

My life is to you a poured out vessel
ready for you to fill
with all of your wondrous ways oh Lord
with all of Your wondrous ways
I long to be fully thine
for you my King are the only one
who deserves (my) (our) praise for all time

You are the Lord of eternity
all good is yours to give (share?)
my life is an open book to you
i pray you use it for your praise
I long to stand in your presence sir
and your majesty (beauty) (glory) to behold
this world has nothing of allure now Lord
it is the race to be run
i press toward the mark and the goal o Lord
Knowing the prize is timeless days with you

For the world knows not just how great you are
but o my soul longs to proclaim
for you alone are worthy
for you alone are great
for you alone are the risen Lord
worthy of all praise
worthy of all praise

Troubled Soul

Watchman — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 00:43:00 GMT

Poem

A troubled soul, deep in tears and shuttering's abounding, I call unto my Savior now.

Help me, O Lord for I shutter at nights depth for the Terrors encircle me, they say of my soul, there is no rest for him in God. Hurry, oh Lord, to my aid, though I stumble, you shall uphold me. To trouble am I born, but to save me you were born. Born that you might bear my burdens and carry my load. Yea, it is heavy, Oh Lord, beyond bearing. But you, Oh Lord lighten my load. For it is unto you I look, Oh Savior Divine. To have and to hold to deaths dear end, that I might sleep that dreamless sleep, to awaken in a new dawn in your arms. Dust to dust am I. I shall go to Him, not Him to I, when at last life's dear victory's and failures bloom. They bloom upon deaths door, oh so near.

Oh Lord, I am troubled beyond desire, what does it all mean? Fixity-Fifty am I, at last to know, I made it thus far. To what avail said I. What is the meaning of a life such as mine? Oh, if I could but reach touch you, all would be well. My soul would calm itself, I know this well.

A Father of a Son and Daughter long forgotten. A Daughter who has forgotten her father, a son who tetter tots back and forth. Oh, that he knew you, Oh Savior Divine. What would be the measure of a man. What would he give for his son or daughter? I dare that I've found thru no fault of mine the measure of a man. A Fathers love after all is only human and subject to fall.

Strong am I? Perhaps once in life, but now I am old perhaps as Job. Wrung out on the wringer of life. God once gave. He has now taken. I lay my head down to rest and the visions of the night disturb me. Is there any rest for my soul, Oh Lord. Have I failed; have I missed the mark? Woe am I. I awake with the sound of Judgment Day. I slumber only to awake before my body awakes, a soul trapped unable to move. I call out to Jesus - He delivers my soul. Oh, wretched man, when shall the Lord sound from Zion? When will he send my enemies and they that trouble my soul to flight?

Rise up Oh Lord and deliver my soul, my darling from the wolves that sound me. From them that say in the quit places there is no help for him in God. Arise oh my soul! Lift up your head, cast off the garment of mourning for morning cometh and your Prince comes leaping over the mountain tops and jumping over the valleys to His beloved. So take hope oh my soul, for the Lord shall soon be the lifter of your head.

I laid me down to sleep and I arose. The Lord was the lifter of mine head.

Plasms;3-3 "But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head."

Scratch Your Tic

Watchman — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 11:14:00 GMT

Do you have a "Theological Tic"

If you have a tick, this is the place to scratch it.

I might make you feel small, stupid, or just plain dumb, but go ahead and take your best shot! Here I do have the last word,and I can always delete your post.

No posts will be deleted simply because I disagree with your assumptions. Only posts that are ugly or defaming in some manner will receive the due dubious recognition of being deleted.

General Rules:

1- Act like you have some sense and use spell check.

2- Ask any question you would like as long as it is not personal.

A- Ask all questions in such a way as to enlighten others to knowing the truth.

B- Post your point of view, if you would like, but do so with humility (that is, if the human race still has any).

C- This is not a place to Pontificate. I am the only one who gets to do that here, don’t like it, go start your own site. Oh, by the way, Pontificate means, to speak in a pompous or dogmatic manner.

3- Offer your ideas with a logical construct. Don’t just give your thought, but back it up with the use of Scripture and logic.

4- Give both the question and the answer, if you are giving your thoughts or trying to teach a point. If the answer is unknown, then suggest possible answers.

Welcome

Watchman — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 06:00:58 GMT

Hi,

I am the Watchman

Welcome to my Blog