Words and music by Zach Jones
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
A Worship Album for Children
Words and music by Zach Jones
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Friday, April 18, 2008
Phun Phridays
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The Prince of Preachers
Let me say, very softly and whisperingly, that there are little things among ourselves which must be carefully looked after, or we shall have a leaven of Ritualism and priesthood working in our measures of meal. In our revival services, it might be as well to vary our procedure. Sometimes shut up that inquiry-room.I have my fears about that institution if it be used in permanence, and as an inevitable part of the services. It may be a very wise thing to invite persons, who are under concern of soul, to come apart from the rest of the congregation, and have conversation with godly people; but if you should ever see that a notion is fashioning itself that there is something to be got in the private room which is not to be had at once in the assembly, or that God is more at that penitent form than elsewhere, aim a blow at that notion at once.We must not come back by a rapid march to the old way of altars and confessionals, and have Romish trumpery restored in a coarser form. If we make men think that conversation with ourselves or with our helpers is essential to their faith in Christ, we are taking the direct line for priestcraft.In the gospel, the sinner and the Savior are to come together, with none between. Speak upon this point very clearly, "You, sinner, sitting where you are, believing on the Lord Jesus Christ, shall have eternal life. Do not stop till you pass into an inquiry-room. Do not think it essential to confer with me. Do not suppose that I have the keys of the Kingdom of Heaven, or that these godly men and women associated with me can tell you any other gospel than this, 'He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life.'"
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Sunday, March 16, 2008
Calvinism
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Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Preach to the World
As you go, preach this message: 'The kingdom of heaven is near.'
“God has called me to preach His word and if I knew that all the elect had a yellow stripe painted down their backs, then I would give up preaching the gospel and go lift up shirt tails!”
How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!"
And this Gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come.
Lord Jesus come!
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Monday, February 11, 2008
Brother, the Gospel is free!
I am not one to listen to hip hop. In fact the closest thing to hip hop that I am familiar with is the Fat Boys, Run DMC and the Beastie Boys; a far cry from my Wille Nelson and Jeryy Jeff Walker that are entrenched in my ipod.
I can say that I have both of Q's C.D.s and they are incredibly rich. There is nothing like listening to the Truth no matter what the worship style. Great stuff!
HERE is Christcentric.
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Student mixes hermeneutical hip-hop with seminary experience
by Keith Collier
To view a special online video feature about the interview with Quincy Jones, visit www.swbts.edu/Qjonesvideo.
FORT WORTH, Texas (SWBTS) – Staring at the cocaine in his hand while his mother prayed over him was a defining moment in Quincy Jones’ life. Only a few days prior, the 21-year-old was confronted with his need for a savior and put his faith in Jesus Christ. Now, he faced a dilemma: sell the last bit of his cocaine in order to pay his bills or flush it down the toilet and trust God to provide.
After her prayer, his mother said, “Quincy, you need to throw that away for all that the Lord has done for you and how He has protected you.” In that decisive moment, he surrendered everything to God and completely rejected his former life of dealing and using drugs. A friend began to disciple him and helped him get involved in ministering to young people in the Washington, D.C. area.
He soon discovered that his heart for ministry and passion for hip-hop music could be used in tandem to champion the God who had rescued him from his waywardness. When a young hip-hop artist started coming to his church, Jones felt impressed to pray for his salvation. A month later, he became a Christian. After another friend came to Christ several months later, the three formed the Christian hip-hop group Christcentric and began to write songs that echoed the heartbeat of the Reformers.
When Martin Luther penned the words to what many call the “Battle Hymn of the Reformation,” he sought to create music for worship with strong theological underpinnings. Departing from the religious musical form of the day, hymns like “A Mighty Fortress is Our God” became tools for strengthening Christians, correcting doctrine and sharing the Gospel with the lost.
With these same goals in mind, Jones, aka Q-D.O.G., sees Christcentric’s music as the convergence of church history, theology and hip-hop. With songs like “Mighty Fortress,” an incredible adaptation of Luther’s classic, and “Sufficiency of Scripture,” their unique blend of theological truths and driving beats into contextualized catechisms was birthed in response to the poor theology they encountered as they traveled to perform.
Jones sees history as an integral part of their music. “Within every context, all history is God’s history. My history as an African-American in the United States and how Christian faith was birthed in our people through slavery is everyone’s history. The history of the Reformation is all of our history. You can’t really do theology if you’re not talking about history.”
Seeing individuals trapped in Word of Faith theology and the prosperity gospel, Christcentric wants to call people back to Scripture and the biblical Gospel. Jones says these individuals are “moving away from the centrality of the Word of God” and seeking to be entertained.
“Their lives are now more temporal. They’re focused on things and their own happiness versus finding their satisfaction in God, which means we have to go back to the Gospel, where our hope is in Christ and His coming. Within the African-American context, many of our churches are dominated, unfortunately, by this type of [prosperity] theology, and we need to come back to biblical faith.”
“The challenge with that,” he admitted, “is that not everybody wants theology in their music. We are a very entertainment-driven society… we don’t necessarily want to think; we’re not a thinking culture.” Christcentric’s music seeks to challenge Christians with theological depth that points them to the mind of Christ.
As one can imagine, Christcentric’s brand of hip-hop has faced many misconceptions throughout the past decade: “Is hip-hop an appropriate medium for worship and the church? Isn’t the hip-hop culture one of thugs and worldly living? Why incorporate deep theology in your lyrics? Won’t that lose your audience?”
Jones responds, “The incorporation of theology starts with the idea that, as believers, we ask, ‘What should music be like in the church?’ When you become a Christian, everything about you is redeemed, even your own personal expression.” Pointing to the need for sound theological music, he says, “You can’t praise who you don’t know. You can’t give thanks for things you don’t know to be true.”
Acknowledging the egocentric nature of secular hip-hop, where artists brag on themselves and their skills, Jones notes that Christcentric, even in its name, wants to center their music on Christ and use this genre to spread the Gospel.
With a heart for preaching, Jones is now pursuing a theological education. The Silver Spring, Md. native and father of five attends the College at Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in Fort Worth, Texas, earning a bachelor’s of humanity with a concentration in the history of ideas.
“A strong foundation of philosophy and history under the theological training, which equips you for apologetics and cultural engagement, made the program very attractive,” Jones says. “As I studied the Scriptures more, I realized that studying the Word was necessary. It took me a couple of years to be convinced that I needed to be in Bible college and seminary, but the Lord kept showing me why that training was necessary.” Following undergraduate work, he plans to pursue graduate and possibly doctoral studies in preparation for future ministry.
Jones is also a member of the Fellowship of Black Seminarians, a student organization on campus committed to enriching their student experience and promoting the common union in Christ of all people. “Anyone who is concerned about the African-American community or just wants to come along for fellowship [is invited],” Jones said, adding, “We feel like it’s for everybody. We want to be a blessing for the whole Southwestern community in helping others to catch not only a vision but have a love for all peoples.” The Fellowship of Black Seminarians has co-sponsored posters that will be displayed across the campus during the next month highlighting several African-American religious leaders.
Although Jones has had to scale back his involvement with Christcentric in recent years, a future project is underway and will continue the theme of didactic music. Ultimately, whether dropping a rhyme or teaching within the church, Quincy Jones’ life reverberates with a commitment to teaching sound doctrine and spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ. His story is a testament to the life-changing power of the Gospel, and his ministry reflects the diverse nature with which that Gospel is presented.
To view a special online video feature about the interview with Quincy Jones, visit www.swbts.edu/Qjonesvideo.
About Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary
Southwestern Seminary celebrates its centennial in 2008. Since its founding, the seminary has trained and sent out over 40,000 graduates to serve in local churches and mission fields around the world. In 1908, B.H. Carroll established the seminary on the campus of Baylor University. It was moved to its current location on Seminary Hill in Fort Worth in 1910 and was placed under the direction of the Southern Baptist Convention in 1925. Paige Patterson was elected as the eighth president of the seminary in 2003.
For more information, contact:Dr. Thomas White, Vice President for Student Services and CommunicationsSouthwestern Baptist Theological Seminary817.923.1921 ext. 7300Email: twhite@swbts.eduWeb: http://www.swbts.edu/
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Friday, February 08, 2008
I Tend To Love My Theology More Than God.
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Thursday, February 07, 2008
Spurgeon
fathers would have lamented they rejoice in:
the alienation of the poor and simple-minded from their ministry they accept as a compliment, and the grief of the spiritually-minded they regard as an evidence of their power."
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Thursday, January 31, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
What to do when sitting with a Calvinist
If you are not able to read the print on the image above, I have copied the 7 steps that one needs to take when exposed to a Calvinist (below).
1 Do not engage a Calvinist in a conversation, no matter how nice he or she may appear.
2 Ignore the Calvinist, and read a book or magazine.
3 If the Calvinist persists, pretend to be a Muslim and pray. Remember, Calvinists are worse than Muslims.
4 If pretending to be Muslim doesn’t work, feign SARS, or Ebola.
5 If there are multiple Calvinists on the plane, bottles of Calvinix will drop from ceiling panels above your seat.
6 Upon arrival at your final destination freely exit the plane leaving all of your personal items behind.
7 Exit the plane via the emergency shute, helping other passengers in need. Flee immediately to your nearest bookstore and read anything by Dave Hunt.
What a tragedy it is for someone to write this. It is an even greater tragedy to the face of Calvinism. The person who published this obviously has come up against, as I call them "crooked nosed" Calvinists; Calvinists who are mostly intrested in being right with little regard to the person that they are approaching. This is a tragedy. Yes, these types of Calvinists are full of Truth however, I have to wonder where the love is.
2 John states in chapter 1, "Grace, mercy and peace from God the Father and from Jesus Christ, the Father's Son, will be with us in truth and love." Grace, mercy and peace will follow us where ever we go because, these are reflections of the attributes that He posesses. They are not self derived attributes.
If the attributes that we display to our Arminian brothers are akin to what it appears have been displayed to the brother who wrote the above, it needs to make us, who claim the Doctrines of Grace, wonder if we reflect ourselves or if we reflect the one who graciously condescended to stoop and capture our hearts.
We need to remember that our hearts have been arrested. We are now slaves to Christ. We are His. Thus, we should look like Him. If we aren't, we need to examine ourselves more closely.
Intrestingly, I came across the following video of Ray Comfort who is a Calvinist. He is witnessing to a young lady (of all places) on an airplane. What providence!!! ;) hehehe This man displays Truth and love. He is a man who desperately loves God and desperately desires to see all men come to Christ. He exemplifies the heart of a true Calvinist.
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Monday, December 17, 2007
Monday, September 18, 2006
The Long Walk
Please note that I am in no way trying to make light of what happened to the Navajo people in the early 1860's by the use of this title. I actually have more of an idea and feel much more compassion toward what the Navajo went through after my visit to the South Rim two days ago.
The Big Bend is an amazing place. Yes it’s a desert, but beautiful. The Chisos Mountains are almost in the center of the park. On the East side of the Chisos Mountains, the desert plant life is sparse. On the West side of the Chisos, though it is still a desert, the plant life is considerably more. Then as you ascend the mountains you get into a forest of pines and other trees. The scenery is breath taking. If you have never been there before I recommend that you go see it before you die.
Speaking of dying my friend and I decided to take a day hike to the South Rim of the Chisos Mountains. If you ever go, do not let the name "day hike” fool you. It should have been named “3 day hike” or the “are you a man or mouse hike?”
I was worried about this day hike before we left. I didn’t go over board and let my friend know that I was worried so I went and asked a ranger about this hike when my friend was not looking. The ranger that was working in the visitor center was a lady around 55 years or so. She convinced me that I could hike the trail in at least 10 hours. She said that when she walks it, it takes her between 6-8 hours. I looked at my watch and it was 10 a.m. and thought if this lady who is easily 17 years my senior can do this in 6-8 hours, a 38 year old MAN can do it in at least that amount of time Arrr.
Just in case it took longer than she suggested, I packed matches, an extra set of clothes, extra food and rain ponchos (there was a 50% chance of rain in the mountains) etc… I then asked her if they had Fat Boy Helicopter Rescue Units in the area and she just smiled and said “No, but we have donkeys”. That clinched my decision to go…donkeys to the rescue.
We started on our journey. We walked about 50 yards or so down hill and realized that I hadn’t packed a flash light. Around we turned and headed back up hill. My legs started screaming at me. I should have listened when my legs said, "Mike even though that lady is 17 years your senior and could concievably be your mother AND to top it off, a lady, you probably should not go.” Of course me worrying about my manhood it wouldn’t allow me to listen to my legs.
About an hour and a half into the hike I make my second mistake by not listening to my legs. Thinking that we had traveled some distance we stop so that I could look at the map (even thought the real objective was to catch my breath). When I looked at the map expecting to be somewhere close to the halfway point, it looked like we had hardly left camp.
OH MY GOSH! MIKE, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? Just tell Mark that you aren’t a MAN after all. Tell the truth. Tell him that sitting behind a desk for the last 7 years coupled with a serious lack of exercise has turned you into a mouse. Tell him that it is in my best interest and possibly his, that we turn around and head back to camp hoping that Lady Ranger wouldn’t see us.
A mixture of pride and a lack of memory nearly called for an embarrassing day because I didn’t tell him those things. You see when I was younger, I was in excellent shape. Though I was thin (6”6” and 170-175 pounds), I was relatively strong. I was able to bench press 210 lbs. and could almost get my elbow on the rim. I could run the mile in a very easy 5-6 minutes. I possibly could have ran it in a low 5 or less if I had enjoyed running and strove for that goal. My memory failed to tell me that it was 20 years ago that I was able to do those things.
Two hours after checking the map, with the top of the mountain still looming overhead, I started thinking, “Im going to be in next months Readers Digest edition!”. About that time we meet 4 young men in their mid 20’s coming down the trail laughing and having a good time. I figure that the rest of the hike must not be that hard since they were not in any obvious pain or discomfort.
An hour or so later we come upon 2 men and 2 women who were retirement age who were bird watchers. They had been watching birds a little further up the path and were headed down.
They didn’t seem like they were in need of rescuing so I decided to trek ahead.
About a mile further up the mountain we ran into two more young men about 25 or so and they said that the mountain top (South Rim) was about 2 more miles.
I thought “WHAT DO YOU MEAN 2 MILES!!! THIS DAY HIKE IS ONLY 6 AND A HALF MILES TO THE TOP AND WE HAVE BEEN HIKEING GOING ON 4 HOURS!!!!”
Of course I said “Thank you” in a very polite manner and continued on toward the top wondering if i would not only have a story written about me in the Readers Digest but if my face would make the cover of next months edition. Deciding that I might grace the cover, I asked Mark to take my picture so that I could at least look like I was having a good time before tragedy struck. He did.
Right after he takes my picture it starts raining lightly and the temperature drops so that it feels like it is in the low 50’s. I start thinking, “I am going to be lucky if I grace the cover of Readers Digest. With the temperature drop and the rain, I’m going to die of hypothermia and will instead grace the cover of the National Parks Ranger Quarterly, titled stupid civilians.
Luckily I remembered that we had packed rain ponchos. I started feeling better.
When we got to the top of the mountain we visited briefly with a man and lady who were there enjoying the spectacular view with the lady’s two sons. But it was time to head down. The sun would set in 3 and a half hours and we needed to leave then if we would make it back to camp before sun set (we only brought one flashlight).
My calves, my GM, and my dogs were screaming at me. Mark asked if my knees were hurting two or three times. Each time I told him no. I have been incredibly fortunate throughout my life. I have NEVER had a single problem with my knees. Until literally 2-3 minutes after Mark asked about my knees, my right knee began to ache.
“Oh no! I am going to die” I thought. “My knee is going to swell to where I cant bend it and there fore have to find an over hang that would protect me from the rain that was steadily increasing and sit out the night waiting to be rescued by the Lady Ranger on a donkey (how embarrassing)... Hopefully she would be able to find me before the mountain lions or the black bear, if I didnt die from hypothermia first.
I decided that I would likely not only make the cover of the National Parks Ranger Quarterly but I would also enable The Lady Ranger to win some kind of promotion or reward for rescuing me from the clutches of death.
Not wanting to be humiliated, I proceeded down the mountain. An hour later the sun was close to setting and camp was in sight. YEA GOD!!!
By Gods grace we, or umm I, made it back with time to spare. Mark was just a little winded. Must be the African water. God was good to me. God is good to me. GOD IS GOOD! Praise God. I sure did a lot of praying.
What a great trip we had. We are already planning another when the Phillips family comes home on their next furlough.
Guess where?
That’s right. The Chisos Mountains…and then on to Copper Canyon. Hopefully I will be wiser and stay at the camp with our little girls if everybody decides to go on that day hike...hmm I sure hope the girls will not want to go...
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