Inscription on John Owens Tomb
Hello everyone. Longtime no write!!! My apologies. In fact, I have not even checked my e-mail in weeks. Hmmmm. I have benn ploughing through John Owens masterpiece, The Glory of Christ, which has been a real staggering work for me, (the unedited version.) I came across an old photo of his toomb in Bunhill Fields, England, and was impressed in my spirit by the inscription on his tomb, translated by a Dr, Gibbons. It could probably be translated for us again in these days, but do your best. This is worth the time if you have it.
"John Owen, D.D., born in the county of Oxford,the son of an eminent minister, himself more eminent, and worthy to be enrolled among the first divines of the age; furnished with human literature in all its kinds, and in its highest degrees, he called forth all his knowldge in an orderly train to serve the interests of religion, and minister in the sanctuary of his God. In Divinity, practice, polemic, and casuistical he excelled others, and was in all equal to himself. The Arminian, Socinian, and Popish errors, those hydras, whose contaminated breath and deadly poison infested the Church, he, with more than Herculean labour, repulsed, vanquished, and destroyed. The whole economy of redeeming grace, revealed and applied by the Holy Spirit, he deeply investigated, and communicated to others, having first felt its divine energy, according to its draught in the Holy Scriptures, transfused into his own bosom. Superior to all terrene pusuits he constantly cherished, and largely experienced, that blissful communion with Deity he so admirably describes in his writings. While on the road to heaven, his elevated mind almost comprehended its full glories and joys. When he was consulted on cases of conscience, his resolutions contained the wisdom of an oracle. He was scribe every way instructed in the mysteries of the kingdom of God. In conversation he held up to many, in his public discourses to more, in his publications from the press to all, who were set out for the celestial Zion, the effulgent lamp of evangelical truth, to guide their steps to immortal glory. While he was thus diffusing his divine light, with his own inward sensations, and observations of his afflicted friends, his earthly tabernacle gradually decayed, till at length his deeply sanctified soul, longing for the fruition of its God, quitted the body. In his younger age, a most comely and majestic form; but in latter stages of life, depressed by constant infirmities, emaciated with frequent diseases, and above all crushed under the weight of intense and unrelenting studies, it became an incommodious mansion for the vigorous exertions of the spirit in the service of its God. He left the world on a day dreadful to the Church by the cruelties of men, but blissful to himself b the plaudits of his God, August 24th 1683, aged 67."
How would you have like to have chiseled out that epitath?
My son Micah, gave me a good book as far a men of this century have written, entitled "God is the Gospel", by John Piper. I would encourage any one who seeking God's face to read it, as he was affected by John Owen's book the "Glory of Christ." Many of Piper's thoughts are Owen's works regurgitated in digestable format.
"John Owen, D.D., born in the county of Oxford,the son of an eminent minister, himself more eminent, and worthy to be enrolled among the first divines of the age; furnished with human literature in all its kinds, and in its highest degrees, he called forth all his knowldge in an orderly train to serve the interests of religion, and minister in the sanctuary of his God. In Divinity, practice, polemic, and casuistical he excelled others, and was in all equal to himself. The Arminian, Socinian, and Popish errors, those hydras, whose contaminated breath and deadly poison infested the Church, he, with more than Herculean labour, repulsed, vanquished, and destroyed. The whole economy of redeeming grace, revealed and applied by the Holy Spirit, he deeply investigated, and communicated to others, having first felt its divine energy, according to its draught in the Holy Scriptures, transfused into his own bosom. Superior to all terrene pusuits he constantly cherished, and largely experienced, that blissful communion with Deity he so admirably describes in his writings. While on the road to heaven, his elevated mind almost comprehended its full glories and joys. When he was consulted on cases of conscience, his resolutions contained the wisdom of an oracle. He was scribe every way instructed in the mysteries of the kingdom of God. In conversation he held up to many, in his public discourses to more, in his publications from the press to all, who were set out for the celestial Zion, the effulgent lamp of evangelical truth, to guide their steps to immortal glory. While he was thus diffusing his divine light, with his own inward sensations, and observations of his afflicted friends, his earthly tabernacle gradually decayed, till at length his deeply sanctified soul, longing for the fruition of its God, quitted the body. In his younger age, a most comely and majestic form; but in latter stages of life, depressed by constant infirmities, emaciated with frequent diseases, and above all crushed under the weight of intense and unrelenting studies, it became an incommodious mansion for the vigorous exertions of the spirit in the service of its God. He left the world on a day dreadful to the Church by the cruelties of men, but blissful to himself b the plaudits of his God, August 24th 1683, aged 67."
How would you have like to have chiseled out that epitath?
My son Micah, gave me a good book as far a men of this century have written, entitled "God is the Gospel", by John Piper. I would encourage any one who seeking God's face to read it, as he was affected by John Owen's book the "Glory of Christ." Many of Piper's thoughts are Owen's works regurgitated in digestable format.
