The fear of the Lord is a major biblical theme. For example, Deuteronomy 8:6 reads, “Therefore you shall keep the commandments of the Lord your God, to walk in His ways and to fear Him.” Joshua 24:14 reads, “Now therefore, fear the Lord, serve Him in sincerity and in truth, and put away the gods which your fathers served on the other side of the River and in Egypt. Serve the Lord!” Psalm 2:11 reads, “Serve the Lord with fear, And rejoice with trembling.” Ecclesiastes 12:13-14 reads, “Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God and keep His commandments, For this is man’s all. For God will bring every work into judgment, Including every secret thing, Whether good or evil.” Isaiah 8:13 reads, “The Lord of hosts, Him you shall hallow; Let Him be your fear, And let Him be your dread.” Acts 9:31 reads, “Then the churches throughout all Judea, Galilee, and Samaria had peace and were edified. And walking in the fear of the Lord and in the comfort of the Holy Spirit, they were multiplied.” Ephesians 5:21 reads, “submitting to one another in the fear of God.”1 Peter 2:17 reads, “Honor all people. Love the brotherhood. Fear God. Honor the king.” Dr. A. W. Tozer (1897-1963) comments, “The fear of God is… astonished reverence. I believe that the reverential fear of God mixed with love and fascination and astonishment and admiration and devotion is the most enjoyable state and the most satisfying emotion the human soul can know.” Continue reading
Editor’s Note: This article originally appeared at Theological Matters and is used by permission.
The contemporary pulpit of the 21st century has become silent. Not in regard to story-telling, pithy sayings, anecdotes and illustrative pictures of everyday life, but with regard to any concrete explanation of the text of Scripture. In some cases, the use of Scripture in the preaching event has become non-existent. Thus, is there really a need for extending an invitation at the conclusion of the contemporary sermon? Continue reading
My son Caleb messaged me a picture last night of my grandson Titus, the Honorable. He had climbed into his little brother’s baby bed and, holding onto the crib rail, walked his feet up the wall. (Look at the picture to see what I mean.) He is only three years old, but inside him lives a tremendous warrior with an adventurous spirit. Continue reading