- Leroy Cole, Emmanuel Baptist Church (Otisville)
- Doug Phillips, South Church (Lansing)
- Jim Mascow, Tyrone Covenant Presbyterian Church (Fenton)
- Chris Winans, Cornerstone Evangelical Presbyterian Church (Brighton)
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
2016 Speakers
October 29th, Calvary Presbyterian Church will be hosting the 13th annual Mid-Michigan Reformation Conference. Our theme this year will be Death, Be Not Proud, as we examine the oft avoided, oft misunderstood topic of death in an effort to help us develop a more biblical corrective. Speakers for the conference are:
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
2016 Conference Theme Announced
In determining a theme for the 13th annual Mid-Michigan Reformation Conference, we considered a number of topics. In the end, we decided on one that impacts every one of us, yet we far too often neglect to deeply consider: Death.
A quick stroll through most Christian bookstores will reveal numerous evidences that even when we do think about death, our thinking is frequently misguided. With the year's conference, we hope to bring a Biblical corrective to this often muddled thinking. Our title will be Death, Be Not Proud, inspired by John Donne's Sonnet X, and our four talks will be on the following:
Talk 1: "The Source and Scope of Death”
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Talk 2: “The
Death of Christ”
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Talk 3: “The Death of the Believer”
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Talk 4: “The
Death of Death”
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Death Be Not Proud
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death, thou shalt die.
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death, thou shalt die.
- Sonnet X by John Donne
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