Hermeneutical ‘Humility’ - [image: Hermeneutical ‘Humility’ primary image] One of the reasons I talk about hermeneutics so much, both here and elsewhere, is that it undergirds almos...
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Observations on Theology, Culture and the Hosier family
I have coveted no man’s silver or gold. I have desired nothing at your hands, but that you love the Lord Jesus Christ, and serve Him with all your might. But I have coveted, and I do still covet to have a generous people about me, because I am sure that it is to God’s glory and to your own advantage to be liberal to His cause. Poor men should give that they may not be always poor. Rich men should give that they may not become poor. These are selfish motives; but, still, they are worthy to be mentioned. “There is that scattereth, and yet increaseth; and there is that withholdeth more than is meet, but it tendeth to poverty”. As a general rule, he that keeps his substance will not find it multiply under his hands; but he that gives shall find that it is given back to him, “good measure pressed down, and shaken together, and running over,” Besides, I do not think much of giving when I have plenty to give with; I like it better when I can pinch myself. If you pinch yourself, there is a sweetness about giving to the Lord. What you do not want, you can dispense with, and exhibit small love; but when you come to what you do want, and give that to the Lord, then there comes to your own heart the comfortable assurance that you are really doing it unto the Lord, because of the needs of His cause.
Beloved, when you and I have seen or heard anything which God has revealed to us, let us go and write it, or make it known by some other means. God has not put the treasure into the earthen vessel merely for the vessel's own sake, but that the treasure may afterwards be poured out from it, that others may thereby be enriched. You have not been privileged to see, merely to make glad your eyes, and to charm your soul; you have been permitted to see in order that you may make others see, that you may go forth and report what the Lord has allowed you to perceive. John no sooner became the seer of Patmos than he heard a voice that said to him, 'Write'. He could not speak to others, for he was on an island where he was exiled from his fellows, but he could write, and he did; and, often, he who writes addresses a larger audience than the man who merely uses his tongue. It is a happy thing when the tongue is aided by the pen of a ready writer, and so gets a wider sphere, and a more permanent influence than if it merely uttered certain sounds, and the words died away when the ear had heard them.
Congratulations to Pat Robbins for his remarkable run at the Grand Union Canal Race. Not only did he win the race but broke the existing course record by some 25 minutes. He completed the course in 27 hours and one minute. For those of you that are not familiar with this event it’s a non-stop 145 mile run along the Grand Union Canal between Birmingham and London. What makes it even more remarkable is that this is only Pat's second year running ultra distances. Last year he entered the race more in hope than expectation and confessed to some of his racing colleagues that he had only ever completed one marathon some years earlier and that his longest run in training for the event had been 22 miles. This created a good deal of leg-pulling although this soon turned to admiration as he turned in a superb first performance to finish 4th overall in a little over 31 hours.
Pat started his race really sensibly and covered the first 22 miles in 4 hours 11 minutes, at this stage he was over an hour behind the leaders. Through the first half of the race this extended and at one point Pat was over 2 hours behind the leading runners. Running through the night along the canal he saw a few interesting sites including 2 men trying to rescue a cow that had decided to go for a swim! That could have however just been a bizarre dream caused by sleep deprivation and too much Red Bull!
With around 50 miles to go Pat hit a purple patch and was really picking his pace up, fuelled by gels, cashew nuts and other assorted goodies provided by his Dad in full support crew mode. He passed the second place runner and pushed on, continuing his momentum. After arriving near Paddington and on the vantage point of a bridge he spotted the first place runner around 400m ahead, he quickly caught and passed him. Being concerned that both chasers might mount a last attempt to wrestle back the lead Pat pushed on again. Even with 133 miles in his legs at that stage he covered the last 12 miles in an amazing 1 hour 45 minutes.