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As we continue reading and preaching through Matthew 24 and 25, here's a lightly edited Puritan prayer from The Valley of Vision about the second coming...


You were incarnate, did suffer, rise, ascend for my sake;

Your departure was not a token of separation but a pledge of return;

Your Word, promises, sacraments, show your death until you come again.

That day is no horror to me,

for your death has redeemed me,

your Spirit fills me,

your love animates me,

your Word governs me.

I have trusted you and you have not betrayed my trust;

waited for you, and not waited in vain.

You will come to raise my body from the dust, and re-unite it to my soul,

by a wonderful work of infinite power and love,

greater than that which bounds the oceans' waters,

ebbs and flows tides,

keeps the stars in their courses,

and gives life to all creatures.

This corruptible shall put on incorruption,

this mortal, immortality,

this natural body, a spiritual body,

this dishonoured body, a glorious body,

this weak body, a body of power.

I triumph now in your promises as I shall do in their performance,

for the head cannot live if the members are dead;

Beyond the grave is resurrection, judgment, acquittal, dominion.

Every event and circumstance of my life will be dealt with -

the sins of my youth, my secret sins,

the sins of abusing you, of disobeying your Word,

the sins of neglecting ministers' admonitions,

the sins of violating my conscience -

all will be judged;

And after judgment, peace and rest, life and service,

employment and enjoyment, for your elect.

O God, keep me in this faith, and ever looking for Christ's return.

It was great to have Andy and Kath Paterson with us for our first ever Village Church Weekend Away. On Saturday and Sunday morning, Andy opened the book of Esther with the adults and youth and Kath opened it with the children. We're really grateful for the glimpse of God's greatness that we got through their teaching. We did manage to record Andy's three messages - they're now available through the website or on our SoundCloud page - and so do listen or re-listen to them.

On Sunday morning we were looking at Galatians 4:1-20. Jonny read an excerpt from Adopted for Life by Russell Moore about how adopting two children helped him understand the phrase, 'Abba, Father.' Here's the excerpt he read plus an extra paragraph he didn't read:

'The creepiest sound I’ve ever heard was nothing at all. My wife, Maria, and I stood in the hallway of an orphanage somewhere in the former Soviet Union, on the first of two trips required for our petition to adopt. Orphanage staff led us down a hallway to greet the two 1-year-olds we hoped would become our sons. The horror wasn’t the squalor and the stench, although we at times stifled the urge to vomit and weep. The horror was the quiet of it all. The place was more silent than a funeral home by night.

I stopped and pulled on Maria’s elbow. “Why is it so quiet? The place is filled with babies.” Both of us compared the stillness with the buzz and punctuated squeals that came from our church nursery back home. Here, if we listened carefully enough, we could hear babies rocking themselves back and forth, the crib slats gently bumping against the walls. These children didn’t cry, because infants eventually learn to stop crying if no one ever responds to their calls... No one ever responded to these children. So they stopped.

The silence continued as we entered the boys’ room. Little Sergei (now Timothy) smiled at us, dancing up and down while holding the side of his crib. Little Maxim (now Benjamin) stood straight at attention… But neither boy made a sound. We read them books filled with words they couldn’t understand… But there were no cries, no squeals, no groans. Every day we left at the appointed time in the same way we’d entered: in silence.

On the last day of the trip, Maria and I arrived at the moment we had dreaded since the minute we received our adoption referral. We had to tell the boys goodbye, as by law we had to return to the United States and wait for the legal paperwork to be completed before returning to pick them up for good. After hugging and kissing them, we walked out into the quiet hallway as Maria shook with tears.

And that’s when we heard the scream.

Little Maxim fell back in his crib and let out a guttural yell. It seemed he knew, maybe for the first time, that he would be heard. On some primal level, he knew he had a father and mother now. I’ll never forget how the hairs on my arms stood up as I heard the yell...

Little Maxim’s scream changed everything - more, I think, than did the judge’s verdict… It was the moment, in his recognising that he would be heard, that he went from being an orphan to being a son.

Up to that time, I had read the 'Abba' cry passages in Romans and Galatians the same way I had heard them preached: as a gurgle of familiarity, the spiritual equivalent of an infant cooing “Papa” or “Daddy.” Relational intimacy is surely present in the texts - hence Paul’s choice of such a personal word as 'Abba' — but this definitely isn’t sentimental. After all, Scripture tells us that Jesus’ Spirit lets our hearts cry, 'Abba, Father!' (Galatians 6:4). Jesus cries, 'Abba, Father' as he screams 'with loud cries and tears' for deliverance in the Garden of Gethsemane (Hebrews 5:7; Mark 14:36). Similarly, the doctrine of adoption shows us that we 'groan' with the creation itself 'as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies” (Romans 8:23). It is the scream of the crucified.'

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