There was no redemptive plan for the fallen angels. There did not have to be one for us either. Tremble with thankfulness.
The new birth unites the want-to with the ought-to at the root. But they do not become one tree until heaven.
There are 100 billion galaxies. Why so much space for so few earth dwellers? The heavens are telling the glory of God not man
Since the curtain is torn from top to bottom, don't dawdle in the courtyard of the temple, run for the altar.
Through massive doors of gold, twixt columns touching the clouds, before a throne on galaxies, kneeling I say, “Abba”.
Submission to Christ without submission to the Scriptures is submission to a self-made Christ, not submission to Christ.
Only to Man thou hast made known thy ways / And put the pen alone into his hand / And made him Secretary of thy praise.