" . . . your Father knoweth what things ye have need of before ye ask Him."
He knoweth the way that I take;
Each step of that way He hath planned:
And, walking through sunshine or storm,
I walk in the shade of His hand.
In deserts untrodden and drear,
Where foes in the darkness may hide,
He leaveth me never alone;
He sendeth me light and a guide.
He knoweth the need of my soul -
The trial that calls for His grace,
The weakness that leans on His strength,
The fear that looks up to His face.
He knoweth what sifting is best
To scatter the chaff from the wheat
And lay all my self-righteous pride
Low down in the dust at His feet.
(ANNIE JOHNSON FLINT)
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"Unto you that fear my name, shall the Sun of righteousness arise
with healing in His wings."
A south American traveler tells of a curious conflict which he once witnessed between a little quadruped and a poisonous reptile of great size. The little creature seemed no match for its antagonist that threatened to destroy it by a blow, as well as its helpless young, but it fearlessly faced its mighty enemy and rushing at him, struck him with a succession of fierce and telling blows, but, received at the onset a deep and apparently fatal wound from the poisonous fangs, which flashed for a moment with an angry fire, and then fastened themselves deep into the flesh of the daring little assailant.
For a moment it seemed as if all were over, but the wise little creature immediately retired into the forest, and hastening to the plantain tree eagerly devoured some of its leaves, and then hurried back, seemingly fresh and restored, to renew the fray with vigor and determination. Again and again this strange spectacle was repeated: the serpent, although greatly exhausted, ferociously attacked, and again and again wounded its antagonist to death, as it seemed; but the little creature each time repaired to its simple prescription, and returned to renewed victory. In the course of an hour or two the battle was over - the mammoth reptile lay still and dead and the little victor was unharmed, in the midst of the nest and the helpless little ones.
How often we are wounded by the dragon's sting - wounded it would seem to death! and if we had to go through some long ceremony to reach the source of life, we must faint and die. But blessed be His Name! as near at hand as that which the forest holds in it shade, there is ever for us a Plant of healing to which we may continually repair and come back refreshed, invigorated, transfigured - like Him Who shone with the brightness of celestial light as He prayed in the mount; Who, as He prayed in the garden, arose triumphant over the fear of death, strengthened from on high to accomplish the mighty battle of our redemption. (A. B. SIMPSON
- SPRINGS IN THE VALLEY)
It is His wings that heal our pains,
And soothe the serpent's poisoned stings;
Close to His bosom we must press
To feel His healing wings.
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"But he (Jesus) said unto them, Give ye them to eat. And they said,
We have no more but five loaves and two fishes; except we
should go and buy meat for all this people."
So it is with us. No faith. Memory is not faith. "He smote the rock, that the waters gushed out, and the streams overflowed. Can He give bread also?" He gave us water, but can He give us food? We know he has done that one thing, but can He do this other thing to-day? We want to count on the energy of the Lord's love, and expect Him to be interested for us. When He said, "Give ye them to eat" they should have expected He would give them the power. Jehovah was among them exercising His own power, but we see in their answer the horrid principle of unbelief. Unbelief shuts out God, and limits itself to what it sees; "except we go and buy meat." (J. N. DARBY)
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"While they beheld, He (Jesus) was taken up; and a cloud received Him out of their sight. And while they looked steadfastly toward heaven as He went up,
behold, two men stood by them in white apparel;
which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven?
This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven,
shall so come in like manner as ye have seen Him go into heaven."
No sooner did our Lord leave this earth for heaven than a message was sent to the disciples as they still gazed upward where they had seen Him disappear. It was a message of His coming back again. "Two men," evidently angelic messengers, stood by the disciples, as they wonderingly gazed toward heaven. This is what these messengers said: (Acts 1 noted above.)
Angels usually call Him Lord. Yet when He ascended in glory the angels say, "This same Jesus." Now that our Lord has gone to heaven, clothed with all the majesty that rightly belongs to Him, our God does not want us to think that He is not still the same as when He walked the roads of Judea and Galilee, dispensing mercy and healing everywhere. Though shining with a glory above the brightness of the sun, He is the very same Saviour as when He sat on Sychar's well. (LEONARD SHELDRAKE - OUR LORD JESUS , A PLANT OF RENOWN)
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"So the dead which he (Samson) slew at his death were more
than they which he slew in his life."(Judges 16:30)
What a marvel that Samson's death was more productive than his life. It is a reminder of our Lord Jesus. He also accomplished His greatest work in His death on the cross to pay the penalty for our sins. Though they both spread their arms wide to die, there the similarity ends. While Samson's motive was revenge, our Lord's motivation was LOVE. Samson's death brought more death; the Lord's death brought life eternal. (WARREN HAGEY - CHOICE GLEANINGS)
Behold His arms extended wide, on the cross!
Behold His bleeding hands and side, on the cross!
And now the mighty deed is done, on the cross!
The battle fought, the victory won, on the cross!
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"The LORD bindeth up the breach of His people, and healeth
the stroke of their wounds."
When some friend has proved untrue - betrayed your simple trust; used you for his selfish end, and trampled in the dust the Past, with all its memories, and all its sacred ties, the light is blotted from the sky - for something in you dies.
Bless your false and faithless friend, just smile and pass along - God must be the judge of it: He knows the right and wrong. . . . Life is short - don't waste the hours by brooding on the past; His great laws are good and just; Truth conquers at the last.
Red and deep our wounds may be - but after all the pain - God's own finger touches us, and we are healed again. . . . With faith restored, and trust renewed - we look toward the stars - the world will see the smiles we have - but God will see the scars. (SCARS, BY PATIENCE STRONG)
Love grows stronger when assailed;
Love conquers where all else has failed.
Love ever blesses those who curse;
Love gives the better for the worse.
Love unbinds others by its bonds;
Love pours forgiveness from its wounds.
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