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Five Rules for Holy Living
A.W. Tozer

A.W. Tozer (1897 - 1963). American pastor, author, and spiritual mentor born in La Jose, Pennsylvania. Converted to Christianity at 17 after hearing a street preacher in Akron, Ohio, he began pastoring in 1919 with the Christian and Missionary Alliance without formal theological training. He served primarily at Southside Alliance Church in Chicago (1928-1959) and later in Toronto. Tozer wrote over 40 books, including classics like "The Pursuit of God" and "The Knowledge of the Holy," emphasizing a deeper relationship with God. Self-educated, he received two honorary doctorates. Editor of Alliance Weekly from 1950, his writings and sermons challenged superficial faith, advocating holiness and simplicity. Married to Ada, they had seven children and lived modestly, never owning a car. His work remains influential, though he prioritized ministry over family life. Tozer’s passion for God’s presence shaped modern evangelical thought. His books, translated widely, continue to inspire spiritual renewal. He died of a heart attack, leaving a legacy of uncompromising devotion.
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In this sermon, the preacher emphasizes the importance of praising and blessing the Lord. He highlights various elements of creation such as water, sun, moon, stars, wind, heat, fire, winter, summer, frost, dew, ice, and snow, all of which sing and reflect God's glory. The preacher also mentions that although we cannot physically see God, we can hear Him sing through His creation and feel His presence in our lives. He encourages believers to have a reverent esteem for all things, viewing them as celestial and recognizing the face of Jesus Christ shining through the fallen world. Additionally, the preacher emphasizes the importance of love within the brotherhood of redeemed souls, both on the natural and spiritual planes.
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If we only knew it, we would find that we are living in a world like an awful lost dark no man's land, but it is the back door of heaven, it is the backyard of heaven, and if we listen, we sing. Now I say that the footprints of God are everywhere about us, and while we can't see him, we can see his luminous, and like a bird that sings, as Milton said, the bird sings darkly. We can't see her, but she sings, and so God sings among his branchings in his universe, and you and I can't gaze upon him, for no man can see God and live, but we can hear him sing his song of creation and redemption, and feel the pressure of his breath upon us as we move through the world. I say, we'll never see things rightly until we see them as the garden of the Lord. An old Englishman that wrote this, and I thought it was so beautiful that I copied it to give it to you. He said this, your enjoyment of the world, until every morning you awake in heaven and see yourself in your father's palace, and look upon the skies, the earth, and the air as celestial, having such a reverent esteem for all as if you were among the angels. The bride of a monarch in her husband's chamber hath no such view. The bride of a monarch in the chamber of the king has no cause for delights such as yours, for you live in the maid. Therefore we ought to remember that this world that we live in is a lattice through which if we look carefully, we can at least see dimly the garments of our ancestors. We ought to learn to live like that. We've become secularized. We've allowed the merchants to pull us down and make us secular and well-laid. We ought to all be poets. We ought to all be poets. If we can't play, I know where Middle Sea is. If anybody would want to shoot me against a wall, I can find it. But that's about all I know about it, but I'm less, and I never wrote much poetry. I've written a little. One or two things got amused. But so are you, and so are we all, when we can see God Almighty in his world and hear the voice of God calling. We go out in the world and see nothing. We hear in a previous sermon some time ago about William Blake, the great English poet that was standing on the seashore, looking out east across the waters, and the sun was coming up. And a man walked up and stood beside him, sun up and coloring all the eastern sky, and the little waves caught the color in a thousand shining pieces. And the sun was half up across the waves, just a hemisphere, half up. Blake turned and said to the man beside him, What do you see? And the man beside him was a merchant from London, and he said, That looks like a gold sea, a sovereign there. What do you see? And Blake said, I see the glory of God. And I hear a multitude of the heavenly hosts crying, Holy Lord God Almighty. There's your difference, my brother. That's the different world that you live in, whether you live in a world where you see stars and sun, or whether you see the glory of God and hear the voice of the cherub and chanting glory to God in the highest and peace on earth. Venerate all things. We ought to learn to live like that. We ought not to allow merchants, santas, and worldly men to pull us down. Merchants are all right. If you're a merchant, don't get mad. I have to use merchants, sell, I sold three books or seven or something one time. But so I'm a merchant too, so don't get angry with me. Only remember that the ledger type of mentality, the file card type of mentality isn't a type God's looking for a man who can break out of vaults and storage chambers and billfolds and percentages and all the rest of it, and see God in his beautiful world. Venerate all things. Esteem all men. Why am I to esteem all men? I am to esteem all men because of God. Though fallen and marred and ugly and lost, faith knows their true value. Faith knows that every man has the capabilities and capacities to become a Christian. And every man whose mind may now be in impurities and whose heart is considering evil and thinking and planning dark deeds upon his bed, in that man there lies the capacity for mighty deeds for God and the capacity to know God. Occasionally art collectors will come upon an old masterpiece, an old Ruben or an old da Vinci, and they will hire those who know how to do it to reconstruct it, to restore it. And here it is, just an old cracked affair, smoky, and nobody can see anything there but these keen, sharp-eyed men. These experts know that that's a da Vinci, and they are restoring it. They scrape off the dirt, they know all the chemicals to use so as not to hurt the paint, take away the dirt, and pretty soon shining there before them is an old masterpiece, an old Dutch masterpiece, maybe or a Tufts. Shining as beautiful as it was the day that it was created. So we look upon a man and the world looks upon him as no good, that's all he's, no good. Or we say, he's a black man, he's a yellow man, he's a red man, or they say, he's a white man, he's white trash, and we glare across the color lines at each other and say, that man's white trash, that man's a colored man, that man's a yellow man, forgetting blood who dwell upon the face of the earth. And that if we only knew we're not looking at a yellow man, we're looking at a man made in the image of God, who happens to have a little more yellow in him. When I look at you, I'm not looking at white trash, I'm looking upon a man who has less pigmentation than the same under his skin. With every man who lives in the world, you know what they said about the colonels who grady our sisters under the skin, and you don't have to prick very deep until you find colonel's lady and her maid, same women. We have faith in man because we know he was made in God's image, and that's why I walk with a smile in my heart when I listen to all these scare fellows who are telling us that we're going to blow ourselves off the earth, tell us that we are going all to go up and be atomized, that we won't even be, won't even anybody be around to bury the atomic dust. The last undertaker will be atomized along with everybody else. I don't believe that for one second. I don't think that man made in the image of God is going to destroy man. I think he may destroy a lot of men. Blowing up cities is quite your sport in this last terrible days of education and sex, when everybody knows more than they ought to. But the human race is still going, God made us, and we are to esteem man, esteem them for what they can be. There was that woman, the Bluebird, who lived in Blueberry Bend in the Bowery in New York City a generation ago. She was a woman whose very life was given over to the devil. She used dope, she drank, she used tobacco, the very way that Paul says we not even talk about it. And she was that kind of woman, a base, evil woman, and she was in jail. An army woman went and stood outside and told her she loved her. She kept telling her, and she cursed her and drove her off, and she came back and told her again, and she cursed herself, and she kept coming back. Always this little woman with the funny hat and the little red band around it kept coming back. S.A. it said on me. And finally she broke down the Bluebird. And one day the Bluebird said, You say God loves me, you don't love me, and she said, but I do love you. She said, You don't love me, you're doing your job, you're paid to do this, you come down here, you're just slumming after you, and you're paid to do this, you come down here and tell me God loves me, and you don't even love me. She was dirty and her hair was, she said, if you loved me, you'd kiss me. And the little Salvation Army girl reached through the bar's little face as far as she could through and grabbed the Bluebird and pulled her dirty face up to her and kissed her full on the mouth, fell in a sobbing heap on the stone floor of the prison, and wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept her soul out, wept 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I believe that we can't know when we will be in Heaven and what time we will go into When I find a good record somewhere, a real nice record, I always want to send it to Becky. And some nice thing that I like, I said, I think the people would like this. Well, you know what I ran on to one time some years ago, a story of the three Hebrew children, Meshach, Shadrach, and Abednego, of course that's in the book of Daniel. And they were thrown into the fiery furnace because they wouldn't worship an image. They were Jews and they wouldn't worship an idol. Everybody knows about that story. But long before Christ was born, maybe a hundred years or more before Christ was born, there was something written about that. And it says, three Hebrew boys, Meshach, Shadrach, and Abednego, had themselves a worship service before they were, or about the time they were thrown in there. And they celebrated and they sang. And here's a little bit of what they said. And I want you to see here how all what I've said this morning, and sums it up a hundred years or two hundred years before Christ was born. Oh, all ye worship ye the Lord, all ye angels of the Lord, bless ye the Lord. Oh ye heavens, bless ye the Lord, praise and magnify his name forever. I want you to notice how many things there are, waters and sun and moon and stars and wind and heat and fire and winter and summer and frost and dew and ice and snow. You just watch it as I go along. Oh ye above the firmament, bless ye the Lord. Oh ye sun and moon, bless ye the Lord, praise him and magnify him forever. Oh ye stars of heaven, oh ye winds of God, bless ye the Lord, praise him and magnify him forever. Oh ye fire and heat, ye winter and summer, ye dews and frost, bless ye the Lord, magnify him forever. Oh ye ice and snow, nights and days, light and darkness, lightnings and clouds, bless ye the Lord. Oh ye mountains and hills and green, oh ye seas and floods and all that move in the waters. And ye fowls of the air, praise and magnify God forever. And ye beasts and cattle and ye children of men, ye servants of the Lord, ye spirits and souls of the righteous, bless ye the Lord, praise and magnify his name forever. There are more verses in this excerpt out of that hymn of praise that they sang or were supposed to have sung when the fires were crackling all around. Instead of being in there grumbling, they said they were praising. Then some Christian got a hold of this and he added another verse. He says, Oh ye home of heart, bless ye the Lord, glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost, amen forever. Now that sums up what we are to do today, that we are to venerate all things because God made them. We are to esteem all men because they were once made in the image of God, brotherhood because they are of our spiritual kind of life. We are to fear God because of who he is and we are to honor the King because God placed him there to rear his people who may be made in his image. All God's children said amen, amen.
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A.W. Tozer (1897 - 1963). American pastor, author, and spiritual mentor born in La Jose, Pennsylvania. Converted to Christianity at 17 after hearing a street preacher in Akron, Ohio, he began pastoring in 1919 with the Christian and Missionary Alliance without formal theological training. He served primarily at Southside Alliance Church in Chicago (1928-1959) and later in Toronto. Tozer wrote over 40 books, including classics like "The Pursuit of God" and "The Knowledge of the Holy," emphasizing a deeper relationship with God. Self-educated, he received two honorary doctorates. Editor of Alliance Weekly from 1950, his writings and sermons challenged superficial faith, advocating holiness and simplicity. Married to Ada, they had seven children and lived modestly, never owning a car. His work remains influential, though he prioritized ministry over family life. Tozer’s passion for God’s presence shaped modern evangelical thought. His books, translated widely, continue to inspire spiritual renewal. He died of a heart attack, leaving a legacy of uncompromising devotion.