Naracoorte Presbyterian Church

  • What kind of knowledge?

    Solomon declared:  “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.” In other words, to fear the Lord and to know Him is the basis on which all other wisdom and knowledge is built. The simple fact that we live in God’s world makes this statement…

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  • The audacity of asking

    It was Saturday morning, just before my next appointment. I answered the door bell. The person staring at me was unknown to me, but my eyes were drawn to the plastic bag standing next to him on the ground.  The long-neck beer bottles stood proudly, cheerfully peeking out in the usual dark brown glass and…

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  • Radical Church

    The world looks at us. They know something, perhaps more, about the structure of church than they know about what the church proclaims.  Or  is supposed to proclaim. What they see are hierarchical structures (power structures?). They hear about rules and regulations.  They walk pass massive architectural complexes. They see colourful robes and tussles, candles,…

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  • In the eyes of God

    © D Rudi Schwartz The phrase found in an almost predicted regularity in the history of the Israelite kings is recorded in the Bible:  “… and he did what was right in the eyes of the Lord.”  The opposite is “.. and he did evil in the eyes of the Lord.” What counted was not…

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  • What if there was no Christ and no cross?

    With Christ I mean the Second Person in the eternal Trinity, the Promised Messiah, physically born as a human being in Bethlehem to fulfil the Scriptures, yet who never sinned because He was/is God.  He died substitutionally for sinners to be their righteousness, justification, sanctification and glorification. He rose again on the third day, and…

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  • The pain of blasphemous hypocrisy

    The fellow sitting on the edge of his hospital bed caught my attention.  I did not go pay him a visit in the first instance, but struck a conversation with him on my way out. He was an indigenous Australian.  He greeted me friendly, but as soon as he saw the Bible in my hand,…

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