God is the Lord, who unto us hath made light to arise: Bind ye unto the altar's horns with cords the sacrifice. Thou art my God, I'll thee exalt: my God, I will thee praise. Give thanks to God, for he is good: his mercy lasts always (Scottish Metrical Psalter).
When I began to write this blog, after being diagnosed with terminal liver cancer in 2011, there were many things I did not expect.
One was how long I would be spared to write (500 blog posts so far).
A second was how much blessing there would be in the joyful task of writing, and how much fellowship there would be with those like-minded.
A further way in which I did not expect anything like so much blessing, has been with respect to light and truth in our Lord Jesus Christ. I should have expected this. We should expect to grow in the knowledge of our Saviour. After all, the knowledge of his Person is infinite. Eternity itself will not suffice to exhaust the sweet knowledge of his dear Name.
It is possible I may be spared to write a few more posts, but, at least for the moment I am coming full circle and returning to my starting point in Psalm 118. Hitherto has the Lord helped me, I raise my Eben-Ezer, my pillar of praise, and say, I have not died, but have, lived to declare, in a small measure, the 'works worth declaring', the works of the Lord.
Here I want to return to one of the leading themes of the whole blog: There is only one place where we obtain light and truth from God. It is the place of sacrifice, as mentioned in verse 27 of the Psalm.
'God is the Lord, which hath shewed us light: bind the sacrifice with cords, even unto the horns of the altar.'
How full of Christ this Psalm is! But at the heart of it all, there is the place of light and atonement, the horns of the altar where the precious blood is sprinkled.
Let us come to God there. Let us rest there. Let us rejoice in our Saviour there. Let us feed there in green pastures and by still waters, till we want no more, till our want is o'er, and till we see Christ face to face, and as he is!