
It is a gift of God.
Jesus understands our suffering because He’s human.He can do something about our suffering because He’s God.
So we can put our complete trust in Him, and cling to Him as the Source of our help in times of trouble.
Hebrews 4:14-15 “Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin.”
He is perfect, and He is sympathetic. There is no greater Saviour, and there is no greater Lord. Who else can we turn to in our suffering? No one else has both suffered as we have, and accomplished the work of atonement without the stain of sin. There is only Jesus, and He is enough.Praise God!
he spoke of growing older and his increasing knowledge of his own sin. "The longer I live the less optimistic I am that I will end without sin and the more grateful I become for the blood of Christ imputed to me. As I grow older I do not feel myself becoming gloriously holy but I find myself feeling great love for the gospel."
Revelation 21 Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. 2 And I saw a the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. 3 And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. 4 He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
The Christian vision of motherhood is more about courage and faithfulness than about sentimentalism. The mothers of the Bible are a tough lot. Jochebed put her baby in a floating ark of bulrushes, defying the order of Pharaoh that all Hebrew male children be put to death. Rachel, mother to Joseph and Benjamin, died giving birth to Benjamin. Hannah promised her son to God, and presented Samuel as a young boy for service in the House of the Lord. Mary, the mother of Jesus, risked shame and disgrace to bear the Savior, and to provide all Christians with a model of brave and unflinching obedience. She was there when Jesus Christ was crucified. As Simeon had told her just after the birth of Christ, "Behold this child is appointed for the fall and rising of many in Israel, and for a sign that is opposed (and a sword will pierce through your own soul also), so that thoughts from many hearts may be revealed." [Luke 2:34-35]
Mother's Day is a bad idea because it subverts the reality of faithful mothering and robs faithful mothers of their true glory. Mothers deserving of honor are handed cards and taken to lunch, when songs of praise should instead be offered to the glory of God. Undeserving mothers, who abdicate their true responsibility, are honored just because they are mothers. Children, young and old, who ignore and dishonor their mothers by word and by life throughout the year, assuage their guilt by making a big deal of Mother's Day.
My friend Royal preached yesterday on a topic that is too often neglected - Heaven! It was an uplifting message, and it culminated with a poem that Royal wrote. He gave me permission to post it here:
The Door
Before me waits a darkened door,
And terror’s tentacles reach out to grip my heart,
Yet gazing more, golden wisps of misty light,
Stream from lintel,
Cascade under door,
Seep through cracks,
Caress, surround, enfold me,
Pry open terror’s talons, so that,
Black fear falls vanquished to the floor.
Beyond the door a loving King,
Waiting until I shall pass,
In golden wisps sends Spirit, life, and hope,
Eternal life begun, abundant life secured
What terrors now can there be?
For when that deathly door opes for me,
My soul shall float on trusted golden mist
Find refuge, endless delight, pleasure unspeakable,
In presence of nail-pierced triumphant King.
Royal Hamel
April, 2009
To all of my daughters and my daughter-in-law, who have blessed our family with the most gorgeous grandchildren in the world, Happy Mother's Day. Praise the One Who blessed you with children and formed them in secret, in the depths of your wombs. Praise Him for giving you strength and courage to labour, not only to bear these little souls, but to raise them to know Him and serve Him all the days of their lives. May God continue to pour out blessings on you - love for your families, joy in the journey, wisdom to deal with their needs and desires, and peace as you remember that He Who called you is faithful, and will walk with you all of the days of your life.
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The problem is: ME. I do not acknowledge the Supremacy of Christ. I judge God based on how He carries out MY goals in this world. I want a God who is omnipotent, but not sovereign, so I can wield His power. Click below:
Voddie Baucham on the Supremacy of Christ
From Tim Challies:
The poem, entitled "Afraid?" was written by Presbyterian missionary E.H. Hamilton following the recent martyrdom of one of his colleagues, J.W. Vinson, at the hands of rebel soldiers in northern China. A small Chinese girl who escaped from the bandits related the incident that provided the inspiration for Hamilton's poem.
"Are you afraid?" the bandits asked Vinson as they menacingly waved a gun in front of him.
"No," he replied with complete assurance. "If you shoot, I go straight to heaven."
His decapitated body was found later.
Afraid? Of what?
To feel the spirit's glad release?
To pass from pain to perfect peace,
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid? Of that?
Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Saviour's face,
To hear His welcome, and to trace,
The glory gleam from wounds of grace,
Afraid? Of that?
Afraid? Of what?
A flash - a crash - a pierced heart;
Brief darkness - Light - O Heaven's art!
A wound of His a counterpart!
Afraid? Of that?
Afraid? Of what?
To enter into Heaven's rest,
And yet to serve the Master blessed?
From service good to service best?
Afraid? Of that?
Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not -
Baptize with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid? Of that?