Saturday, 12 April 2014

Above the Sky

Our blessed Lord Jesus is above the sky:

Now above the sky he's king
Where the angels ever sing. 

The date of Easter has little or nothing to do with this; nor is it a scientfic question, as some have thought.

No, it is a fact to be received, by those with the faith of little children. The scene depicted is unspeakably sweet and glorious. Who would not wish to be there?

The precious truth is that our Lord wants all his believing people to be with him there. Do you desire this too? I hope with all my heart that you do.

I must apologize for not blogging lately. I have been struggling to adjust to medication, and this has knocked me sideways. I cannot tell when I will be able to write again. But meantime I want to thank Christian friends who have encouraged me with their remarks. May the Lord bless you all!

If it does nothing more, this brief post will assure all readers that I am still in the fight with them. The Lord will give the Victory!

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Hope In Christ

The hope I expressed for 2014 has not been strongly fulfilled yet, ( see my blog of January 1st) and I find my friends with all their various problems have found the same thing.

But there is also room for hope - hope for grace here and for immortal life.

Let us hold fast our confidence to the very end for he is faithful that has promised.

(Hebrews 10:23)

Monday, 27 January 2014

Junior 'Philosophers' See God's Works

Despite the disgust of evolutionists and atheists, youthful 'students' have no difficulty in seeing the loving purpose of God in the things that he has made.

Such things as why water in lakes is flat have no purpose at all, in the eyes of evolutionists.

But children disagree. Lakes are as flat are for a loving purpose, to allow animals to drink more easily.

Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings, therefore, God perfects his praise. How excellent is his name throughout the earth!

(If anyone has an  accurate reference to the source of the report, I would be glad to see it.) 

Monday, 13 January 2014

Dear Readers


Apologies for the lack of posts but I have not been very well. I will write if I get more strength. Thank you for your love and support.

Douglas

Friday, 10 January 2014

Christ's Star

The lesser-known Puritan minister, Thomas Adams, has much to say about the theme, Christ's Star, in his sermons, meditations, and other divine and moral discourses.

He finds in this a multiple wonder: that extraordinary men, by an extraordinary star, should find the King of heaven in so extraordinary a place. That is, he sees wise men, seeking a star, finding a Saviour, and one who lies in a manger.

By the direction of God, and their own devotion, they are brought to the Messiah. As they worship him, and present to him gold, frankincense, and, myrrh.

Those who delight to cast clouds on the clear sun raise many questions here, but to no real profit.

That conjurer-prophet Balaam (Numbers 24:17) was led figuratively to the Star, but we are led to it by faith. It prefigures the gospel, our schoolmaster which brings us to Christ. Blessed are those who follow it. It shall lead them to the babe Jesus.

Jesus! Name of wondrous love,
Name all other names other,
Unto which must every knee
Bow in deep humility.
                  William Walsham How 

 

Friday, 3 January 2014

The Land of the Dying

Are we in the land of the living, or in the land of the dying?

The nineteenth-century black preacher, Andrew Marshall, when he was old and infirm, sent a message to his former acquaintances in the northern states. 'Tell them', said he, that I am yet in the land of the dying, but am bound for the land of the living. There is no death there, while all things are dying here.'

The same sentiments have been attributed to many dying Christians, including John Owen and John Newton.

Of course, there is a very true biblical sense in which we seek the Lord in the land of the living and hope to see the goodness of God there (for example, Psalm 27:13).

But is there not an even truer sense in which we will always be in the land of the dying in this poor, dying 'life', and must seek a land and in which there is no more death?

I would suggest that the deepest reality is that we will never truly live till we die. There is no death in that land of bliss, and no life worth the name in this poor dying life.

Oh, to be off the field of battle, and out of the enemy's gunshot!

Only then will we live indeed.

I fainted had unless that I
Believed had to see
The Lord's own goodness in the land
Of them that living be.
                  Scottish Metrical Psalter, Psalm 27


Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Good News

Dear friends, a new year is not always good news, but I am inclined to think that this one will be, at least for me.

The reason is that 2013 was, in many respects, the worst year of my life, and therefore 2014 must be an improvement.

A year ago, I was just entering a dark period, darker than I could have expected, particularly in my mind; but now I have every reason to hope for better things.

However, I do not want to rely on flimsy reasonings like this, true though I think they are, when I have the infallible Word of God to trust in. 

In particular, there is the hope of righteousness by faith. His promise runs like this: Now to him that worketh is the reward not reckoned of grace, but of debt. But to him that worketh not, but believeth in him that justifieth the ungodly, his faith is counted for righteousness (Romans 4:4-5).

This is the most unequivocal good news there could be. It takes the way of righteousness out of our hands and places it in the hands of God alone. This is what God is like: he is the One who justifies the ungodly. Therefore, there is now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:1). Our God is the God of all grace. There is no longer a dark cloud overshadowing our approach to him.

No condemnation now I dread,
Jesus, and all in him are mine!
Alive in him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
                                              Charles Wesley