Maybe Not My Whole Day, But Some Of It

So today I have devoted my time to write somewhat of my day, since my day was a relatively good one. Today, when I went to church, I didn't expect to have a good time, hearing the message and doing my so-called "duty" of attending. At first I acted vainly. But then the pastor decided that he bereave me. In the end, the pastor offered wonderful hope to me and my soul in the end. It's so amazing how God does that to his covenant people (which was what the message was about--his covenant people being bought back to himself). The pastor preached Romans 9 (i know . . . woe!). I've never been so convinced of my sorrow, as if my sorrow had to be enunciated by his outline. It was as if my soul was being surveyed and probed by the very finger of God. It showed me of my naked penury and my unwillingness to submit to his authority, which most men do today. In the previous day I read Calvin's outline of the proof--which is ostensible to the natural eye--that God is there and sovereign in the mind of the intellectual and lay person(s). All this, along with the pastor's sermon, was a preclusion to my subsequently docile submission, to the conviction which was so painful, as if God himself was goading--no, roweling me. I guess this brings a whole new meaning to "Amazing grace."