All Articles For Meyer, Connie

Mrs. Meyer is a wife and mother in Hope Protestant Reformed Church of Walker, Michigan. Of all the spiritual foes we must encounter, the closest and therefore most insidious enemy we have to face is our own sin. The battle line of the antithesis lies not only between the seed of the woman and the seed of the serpent, but also in our hearts between the new man in Christ and the corrupt, old man of sin. That old man surrounds our new man, who indeed is but a seed within the old. The apostle Paul attests to the grueling...

Mrs. Meyer is a wife and mother in Hope Protestant Reformed Church of Walker, Michigan. Do we have to be taught to war? Do we have to teach our children to war? Isn’t there enough war? Talking of war seems so negative. Why not teach peace? Doesn’t that sound much better? Yes, we can talk of peace, and even prosperity. But let it be real peace and real prosperity. Let us sing with joy and gladness the lines of Psalter #393, the versification of Psalm 144: O happy land, whose sons in youth, in sturdy strength and noble truth, like plants...

Mrs. Meyer is a wife and mother in Hope Protestant Reformed Church of Walker, Michigan. We’ve been talking about grace as a family heirloom from the point of view of teaching our children about the beautiful, cherished truths of particular, sovereign, covenantal grace. They must come to see and know this priceless treasure for what it is. They must love it and guard it as their most precious possession. They must also live it. One of the ways God teaches His children about grace is through parents, but there are other means God uses to apply that grace actually to...

Mrs. Meyer is a wife and mother in Hope Protestant Reformed Church of Walker, Michigan. There is an heirloom, a priceless treasure, that has been passed down from one generation to the next. It is something that has become more and more beautiful with age. The surface glows with a patina that only centuries of careful use and maintenance can produce. Over time, blemishes have been meticulously and painstakingly rubbed out, so that the treasure seen today is more beautiful than even fathers of past generations possessed. And, if the Lord tarries, the heirloom that future generations inherit will be...

Precious Drops Wrought of water’s face O’er by Spirit moved Hung in early space Precious drops of Dew In a mist descend Mingled with the sweat Adam’s brow portends ‘Til the garden’s Wet With the latter mist Kissed upon free slaves Sign of sins dismissed Midst the Red Sea Waves Rolling as the Flood Wrenching from His brow Voluntary blood Messiah’s work is Now Cleansing hearts corrupt Seen in dew-soft rain Drop by drop by drop Sprinkled in His name —Connie L. Meyer