WikiWorship: WikiWorship Question #5

Thursday, April 3, 2014

WikiWorship Question #5

On Sunday, April 6th at 9.45am we will be gathering for WikiWorship at Hell's Kitchen (118 Princess Street - Wilmington). We will be covering this question that came to us online: "Why do Christians tend to pick and choose verses out of the Bible as scriptural support, yet dismiss other verses that may contradict their claims? Is it not okay to view the Bible as bits and pieces, rather than a whole?" All are invited to come.

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Sermons by Philip Chryst

Here you can listen to two of my sermons. The first is called Tried By Fire click here it is 18 minutes and 15 seconds. This was from March 30th, 2008.

The second sermon is called Laughing at the Devil click here it is 19 minutes and 46 seconds. This was from April 13th, 2008.

The third sermon is called Estimating the Cost click here it is 18 minutes and 47 seconds. This was from September 5th, 2010.

The fourth sermon is called Is There No Balm In Gilead? click here it is 26 minutes and 43 seconds. This was from September 19th, 2010.

The fifth sermon is called Dark Sayings From Of Old click here it is 27 minutes and 30 seconds. This was from September 25th, 2011.

Methodist Pie - Gene Autry

Click Here for a link to this awesome song, the words are below. You are allowed to sing out loud from your desk.

I’ve down to camp meeting the other afternoon
For to hear 'em shout and sing;
For to tell each other how they love one another
And to make a hallelujah ring.
There’s old Uncle Daniel and Brother Ebenezer
Uncle Rufus with his lame gal, Sue,
Aunt Polly and Melinda and old Mother Bender
Oh, you never seen a happier crew

Well they all go there for to have a good time
And to eat that grub so sly
Have applesauce and butter, with sugar-in-the-gourd
And a great big Methodist pie

Chorus:
Oh, little chillen, I believe
Oh, little chillen, I believe
Oh, little chillen, I believe
I's a Methodist till I die
I's a Methodist, Methodist, in my belief
I's a Methodist till I die.
When the old grim death comes a-knocking at the door
I's a Methodist till I die

Well you ought to hear the ringing when they all get to singing
That good old “Bye and Bye”;
See Jimmy McGee in the top of a tree
Said, how is this for high.

Then they caught a hold of hands and march around a ring
Keep a-singing all the while
You'd think it was a cyclone a-coming through the air,
You could hear ’em shout a half a mile.
Then the bell rings loud and the great big crowd
Breaks ranks and up they fly,
While I took ahold of the sugar in the gourd,
And I cleaned up the Methodist Pie.

Chorus