63. The Atonement - Gordon Clark
64. Quintilian 1 (Loeb Classical Library)
65. Presuppositional Apologetics: Stated and Defended - Greg Bahnsen
66. The Holy Spirit - Gordon Clark
67. Paradise Restored- David Chilton

I haven't been posting much here, but I have had a recent string of posts at my other blog, where I do book reviews.  I'm currently reviewing a chapter of a book by Greg Bahnsen (published posthumously this year), entitled Presuppositionalism: Stated and Defended.  The chapter is a critique of Gordon Clark, and I'm doing a series of refutations of Bahnsen's main criticisms.

Check it out if you are interested: Another Reader's Review

I know what it is to have children of my own, but I still cannot fathom what it must be like to have one taken away in their earliest years. There are times when words don't offer comfort, or though they might, the timing is not yet right. As time passes, our memories are changed by new circumstances, by the ongoing sanctifying work of God's Spirit, and by the passage of time toward our reunion with those who have gone before us into eternity. I still wonder what they think of us as we remain apart from the Lord.

I still wonder what Knox is thinking about his own family. How he must be glorying in God's love for them, even while he knows that they still miss his presence. It is impossible to imagine his experience being difficult, but I can imagine that he shares in their grief--not because he feels discontented at not being with them--for how could he be discontent in the presence of God?!--but because he knows the full measure of joy that they can only glimpse.

Maybe it is a silly thing for me to think, but as a father I know my greatest hope and joy for my sons is that they would know God in fuller measure with each passing day. There will inevitably be setbacks in this life, resulting from our remaining corruption, but Knox knows God in fuller measure with each passing day; without hindrance; without setbacks; without distraction, carelessness, or incapacity. I wonder if there is such a thing as holy envy? I cannot think of a better existence, at least.

Knox would be four years old today. In the nearly three years that he has been with the Lord, what must he know that eclipses what we know of our Savior? Could a father be less thankful for that, though he knew he could have no present part in it? I think I would have an unholy envy, for though I know God is able to do much more for my sons than I, I covet the terrible joy of being God's instrument for their instruction in godliness. I grieve for your father Knox, for I know his desire to instruct you and see your growth far eclipses my own.

I usually write a poem for Knox and his family on his birthday, and today will not be different:

Without your presence daily,
We still recall your ways,
We still remember moments,
We still have sadder days,
We still believe that God is good,
We still know that He is true,
And truth will guide us home,
Where we will meet with you.

Within His holy presence,
We know that you abide,
Still we miss the joy,
Of being by your side,
We still miss your love,
We still miss your smile,
We know our wait for heaven,
Will be done in just awhile.

We are thankful for your life,
Though short upon the earth,
Will endure for ever after,
Because of your second birth,
Which God we know has promised,
The God we know is true,
And truth will guide us home,
Where we will meet with you.