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- King James Bible "Authorized Version", Cambridge Edition
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View Wesley's Notes for James 1:17
1:17 No evil, but every good gift - Whatever tends to holiness. And every perfect gift - Whatever tends to glory. Descendeth from the Father of lights - The appellation of Father is here used with peculiar propriety. It follows, he begat us. He is the Father of all light, material or spiritual, in the kingdom of grace and of glory. With whom is no variableness - No change in his understanding. Or shadow of turning - in his will. He infallibly discerns all good and evil; and invariably loves one, and hates the other. There is, in both the Greek words, a metaphor taken from the stars, particularly proper where the Father of lights is mentioned. Both are applicable to any celestial body, which has a daily vicissitude of day and night, and sometimes longer days, sometimes longer nights. In God is nothing of this kind. He is mere light. If there Is any such vicissitude, it is in ourselves, not in him.
View People's Bible Notes for James 1:17
Jas 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above. All gifts that truly bless us are God's gifts. And cometh down from the Father of lights. God, the Creator of every light of the material world, and the source of all moral light. With whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. God is unchangeable, always the same, nor does he cast a "shadow of turning" like the sun. The allusion is to the constantly changing shadows of objects in the sunlight caused by the movement, not of the sun, but of the earth.
ilikelight's comment on 2013-02-10 22:27:41:
Gifted to me from the faith of Buddha was a white bible and a clay flask... on it is James 1:17. Spoken was: because you love your Jesus. So the journey which followed.., brought me and some children to a view of a wonderful star upon a mountain high, an apex. Behold there was a perfect order in giving, in all things, the thinnest line is father; high and beyond comprehension. You walk in him, though seemingly separate, you never could be for you are one, I am. In these gasses formed to clay, the light of life is the Father. I’ve sat and watched in the dark of night, lighted as though it was day.
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