Church Invite Through Presbyterian Proverbs

I spell Presbyterian with a capital “J-O-H-N-K-N-O-X.”  The link at the bottom only strengthens my stubborn spelling.
For anyone in the northwest corner of North Carolina, I’d like to extend an invitation to the church to whom I belong, Redeemer Yadkin Valley (PCA).  You will hear, see, taste, and sing the good news of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

If further away, use the NAPARC Local Congregation Finder to find the closest church nearest you.
Those who already call a confessional Presbyterian and/or Reformed church home can attest to the proverbs below and the full list (see citation).

Grace walks softly.  Loud and flashy don’t awaken it and they seldom describe it. Mix simple worship, solid preaching and the sacraments – let grace appear in its own time and its own way. 

Catholic converts cleaveth unto the church but Evangelicals are a church unto themselves.  Former Catholics respect the church and its government while broad Evangelicals take years to “get it,” if they ever get it at all. 

A clearly preached gospel gives more hope than anything else you can say or do.

– from Presbyterian Proverbs

Certainly no ginger ale

“The Reformation was a time when men went blind, staggering drunk because they had discovered, in the dusty basement of late medievalism, a whole cellar full of fifteen-hundred-year-old, two-hundred proof Grace–bottle after bottle of pure distilate of Scripture, one sip of which would convince anyone that God saves us single-handedly. The word of the Gospel–after all those centuries of trying to lift yourself into heaven by worrying about the perfection of your bootstraps–suddenly turned out to be a flat announcement that the saved were home before they started…Grace has to be drunk straight: no water, no ice, and certainly no ginger ale; neither goodness, nor badness, not the flowers that bloom in the spring of super spirituality could be allowed to enter into the case.” – Robert Farrar Capon

Quote and below imaged taken from a memorial article via Pastor Doug Wilson’s posting:

Robert Farrar Capon, R.I.P. A couple good remembrances here — — and here —

Before today I had never heard of Robert Capon, who died on September 5, 2013.  That being said, I don’t think you could find a finer description of the Reformation than the above quote.  I will certainly be adding many of his books to my to-read list.  Now in Heaven,  I am sure he found Grace tastes even better than he described.

May we all be drunk in such a way!

How Deep the Father’s Love for Us

“How deep the Father’s love for us 
How vast beyond all measure 
That He would give His only Son 
To make a wretch His treasure 

How great the pain of searing loss 
The Father turns His face away 
As wounds which mar the chosen One 
Bring many sons to glory 

Behold the Man upon a cross 
My guilt upon His shoulders 
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice 
Call out among the scoffers 

It was my sin that held Him there 
Until it was accomplished 
His dying breath has brought me life 
I know that it is finished 

I will not boast in anything 
No gifts, no powr’s, no wisdom 
But I will boast in Jesus Christ 
His death and resurrection 

Why should I gain from His reward? 
I cannot give an answer 

But this I know with all my heart 
His wounds have paid my ransom

We sang this second to last in church today, and the lines in bold and italics were simply overwhelming.  An incredible way to bring an end to church and start the new week.