Sunday, September 27, 2015

A Dangerous Question

For those out there who are not Christians, who are not religious, for those who don’t often consider what will come after this life: please take a moment and consider the consequences of not asking yourself what may come when you die. For those who are Christians, for those who are confident that you will be going to heaven when you die: please take a moment and consider that this life is fleeting and you never know when your time may come; is your life sanctified, separated from this world and given over to the Lord, ready to serve him?

After losing control of my car on the freeway this week and narrowly escaping the oncoming traffic, I can’t help but think of how urgent it is to live for the Lord; I can’t help but think that boldness, tempered with love and consideration, is sorely needed from those who are able to speak; I can’t help but suddenly feel an intense burden to share the gospel with those who may not know the Lord.

The Lord rescued me from so much danger this week, yet He is ready and willing to rescue you from the greatest danger you could ever face: an eternity separate from the Lord Jesus Christ. There is no other place that is darker, no other place that causes more fear, no other place that is more empty than the place that is without Christ. He is the light, the love, and the joy that saves us; there is no one like Him and no one who is more ready and willing to save those who are unable to save themselves. His goodness is sure, His love is unwavering, and His salvation is ready for those who would go to Him and ask.    


“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me; and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand. My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father’s hand. I and the Father are one.” John 10: 27-30

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Weekly Victory Poem #50

             I have been reminded of what is important in this life. My Savior is important to me; the people He has put in my life are invaluable; the tasks He has given me are of tremendous importance; His voice, His love, His leading - these are all important to me.

There is something I have come to realize: there is always a battle being waged on some front of our lives. When one ends, another begins. Throughout the course of this life we will face unfavorable odds in many different situations, while in others we may feel our victory secure. Yet in each the outcome is not the most important aspect. It is the way in which we fought that is most important; it is the similarity to Christ we displayed in our character; it is the humility we demonstrated when we lost and the grace we exhibited when we won.  

Here is one certainty with which we can comfort ourselves: Christ will have the victory in the end. There is no one more powerful than He, no one wiser, and no one more capable. Some of our battles will be lost, some won, but in the end He will prevail and those who believe will be resting in His arms, no longer tasked with participating in the battles that are inevitably inherent to this life.  

            I am grateful to know the Lord and the love He has for me, and I am grateful that He has been thus moved to remind me of the blessings I have in Him.      



When I Think Of His Love


When I think of the cross where my Savior died,
‘Neath the frown of darkened skies,
When I hear the groan of the Crucified
            And I look on those death-closed eyes,
When I know that for me He the anguish bore,
            From sin He might set me free,
Oh, I know that I’ll love him forevermore,
            When I think of His love for me.
 
When I think of the grave where they laid my Lord,
            And they sealed Him within the gloom
When I think how according to His Word
            He arose from that vanquished tomb,
Oh, I know that for me He endured it all,
            My eyes with tears grow dim,
While low at His feet in love I fall
            Whenever I think of Him.


Written by Louis Paul Lehman, Jr. 212 Victory Poems, page 23.


 


Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Wisdom of Submission


            One of the things for which I am so grateful is not commonly thought of as something good: I am grateful for the droughts in life. It seems contrary to success or improvement, but the droughts that we suffer through can teach us more than we might at first believe.

            It is not easy, living day to day on minimal “fuel”, so to speak; not only that, it makes us ill-equipped to search for a way out of  our dry-situation. It seems an infinite cycle of failure: no fuel, no chance to find a way out; no way out, no chance to find more fuel.  

            It is a comparison to our spiritual lives: without taking of the daily bread of the word, we will not be strong enough to fight in the battle of sin versus holiness; without yielding to the guidance of the Lord Jesus, we will be forever lost in a desert that robs us from the comfort and peace of Christ.

            The wisdom that comes from this is: enjoy Christ. His hand will lead us. His word will feed us. Our action is merited by our in-action: learn of His wisdom, cease from creating a wisdom apart from Him; learn of the value of His guidance, cease from searching for a way out; learn of the “nutrition” of His fuel, of the Holy Word, and enjoy the protection it offers from the pitfalls of our own striving and attempted self-salvation.

            Sometimes it takes a drought to realize how rich we are – it is that for which I am so grateful.