In case you don’t know, Hudson Russell Davis is a lover of God who cannot contain (though sadly he has tried) the joy of his salvation. These writings are the overflow this joyfully received grace. If you find any writing fruitless…it is of MY spirit not of THE Spirit. God bless.
I was born on a small Island in the West Indies called Dominica and came to the US at the age of 8. We lived in Jacksonville Fl. for 8 months and then settled in Sterling VA (about 30 min outside of Washington D.C.) After High School I studied to be a graphic designer and worked 6 years doing that. I gave it all up (what there was of it) to go to Dallas Theological Seminary in Texas. That was a great growing experience. Now I am in St. Louis MO, working on a PhD in historical theology at Saint Louis University. I am in my second year and God has been faithful.
I love my God and his people. That is the sum of who and what I am. Everything else revolves around fulfilling these two great loves. I am most happy when I am closest to this goal and most distraught when I have strayed closer to serving my own self-interests first. I have a passion to see His kingdom come and to see more and more people praise him as he deserves. I want to be a teacher (though on a selfish level I love teaching) to see people know and love God more.
In the end, if I am nothing else than a porter in his kingdom, then I want to be the very best porter that this weak soul can be. I want to remembered not for who I am but for whose I am, not for what I have done but for what he has obviously done through me. But enough about me…
I have been transformed over the years from one who knew of a great God and feared Him with a deep fear, into a worshiper who loves him with a tender warmth. I still fear him because He is a consuming fire. I fear Him the way a sailor fears the open sea. Yes, it is respect, but it is also fear. It is a present awareness that to approach Him without due diligence, without proper reverence, is dangerous. I am certain my search began like most others, with the things I could see and touch, and I found a great deal in my search. The evidence is overwhelming and my conscience, captive.
I was, in the midst of my search, struck by this startling realization; that my steps were dogged constantly by a God who, while I vainly pursued Him, was pursuing me. Indeed it was his chase all the time. He the suitor and I the foolishly reluctant object of His affection. I now live desperately to consume Him. I dare say I have bitten off more than I can chew, but chew I must and will.
Playing Guitar, Tennis and more tennis
Theology, Literature, Music, Faith, people
Folk Acoustic (David Wilcox, Michael Hedges, Pierce Pettis, Phil Keagy)
Unbreakable, The Incredibles
The Bible and Les Miserables. With these two life makes sense.
The value of Christ’s sacrifice was equal to His divine dignity, multiplied by His perfect obedience, multiplied by His infinite love, multiplied by suffering in body and soul carried to the uttermost limit of what a sinless being could experience. That is to say, in forming an estimate of the fitness of that sacrifice to satisfy justice, we must bear in mind from what a height the Priest who offered it descended, the spirit of filial obedience in which the self-emptied One fulfilled His ministry after He had assumed the form of a servant, the mind of lowly love to the sinful which brought Him down from heaven, and made His willing to descend as near hell as was barely possible; and finally, the curriculum of suffering through which He passed in His state of humiliation, terminating in the cross with its pain and shame, and gloom and desolation.
Alex B. Bruce, The Humiliation of Christ
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