"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."
The words indicate that our Lord's desire is that we should journey through life with untroubled hearts, and in the enjoyment of unbroken peace. His ideal for us is that, because of the wondrous salvation with which He has endowed us, we shall have no stings of conscience dipped in the poison of past failures; no unsatisfied desire in our present experience no foreboding anxiety as we face future uncertainties.
The words before us now show how we may come into possession of these priceless boons of heaven. The tranquility which the Saviour here promises is both a legacy - "Peace I leave with you"; and a gift - "My peace I give unto you"; and the personal pronoun "My" clearly suggests that it is inward peace. For, as has been said: "Christ's life outwardly was one of the most troubled lives that was ever lived; tempest and tumult, tumult and tempest, the waves breaking over it all the time till the worn body was laid in the grave. But the inner life was like a sea of glass. The great calm was always there. At any moment you might have gone to Him and found rest." (HIS Last Words - Henry Durbanville)
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"And Moses said unto God, Who am I, that I should go unto Pharaoh, and that I should bring forth the children of Israel out of Egypt?" (Genesis 3:11)
"Who am I?" It is quite right that we should have the sense of our own utter nothingness; for we surely are not sufficient of ourselves to think anything as of ourselves. But it is also right that we should think much of God. For when He sends it is not a question of what we are, but of what He is - and it is no small thing to be invested with His authority and power. (Edward Dennett - Typical Teachings of Exodus)
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"Though He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor, that ye through His poverty might be rich."
(2 Corinthians 8:9)
The poorest man that ever walked the dirt roads of earth! Born in poverty, reared in obscurity, yet He enriched all mankind! For twenty years He worked as a carpenter in that village which bore the scorn of men: "Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?" As far as we know He never possessed the value of one penny. In the wilderness without food, by Jacob's well without water, in the crowded city without a home - thus He lived, and loved and died!
The foxes find rest, / And the birds have their nests
In the shade of the forest tree, / But Thy couch was the sod,
O Thou Son of God, / In the desert of Galilee.
He preached without price, and wrought miracles without money. His parish was the world. He sought breakfast from a leafing fig tree. He ate grain as He walked through the fields of corn. Without money, He sent Peter to the sea for the fish that they might have money for the tax! He had no cornfields or fisheries, yet He could spread a table for 5000 and have bread and fish to spare! No beautiful carpets to walk on, yet the waters supported Him!
So poor was He that He must needs bear His own cross through the city, till fainting He fell. His value was 30 pieces of silver - the price of a slave, the lowest estimate of human life. But, on God's side, no lower price than His infinite agony could have made possible our Redemption! When He died, few men mourned; but a black crepe was hung over the sun. His crucifixion was the crime of crimes! (Springs in the Valley)
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