by Mike Ratliff
21 When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world. (John 16:21 ESV)
noun ( the eschaton) Theology
the final event in the divine plan; the end of the world.
ORIGIN 1930s: from Greek eskhaton, neuter of eskhatos ‘last.’
Confession of Faith:
Q. Which is the ninth Beatitude?
A. The ninth Beatitude is, Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
Q. What is required in the ninth Beatitude?
A. The ninth Beatitude requireth living out the laws of Christ in all aspects of life, before all men, and bearing public witness to Him in word and deed.
Q. What is forbidden in the ninth Beatitude?
A. The ninth Beatitude forbiddeth concealing our loyalty to Christ, either by action or inacation, so that we might have the approval of this world in the present age.
Q. What is the reason annexed to the ninth Beatitude?
A. The reason annexed to the ninth Beatitude is that, while open allegiance to Christ and profession of his witness will draw spite from the world, our reward will be great in the age to come, like unto the prophets who have gone before us.
The positive confession ministries, health, wealth, and prosperity ministries, seeker-sensitive ministries, and ministries such as that of Joel Osteen have one thing in common. They all focus on salvation being a deliverance unto blessings in the here and now. Some even go so far as to teach that we do a disservice to people if we preach or teach that Man is lost and separate from God because of sin. They teach that this drives people away from the Church. Some water down the Gospel and refuse to ever mention repentance as of primary importance in the genuineness of ones salvation. What did our Lord teach about this? Continue reading