There are so many who go through life without the slightest idea of why they’re here. Their best clue is to adopt some sort of higher ritual. At the height of their glory they are no more godly than a mockingbird is human.
The only reason for being here, living this life until death, is to serve the living God by allowing his holy son to become your sacrifice and master.
The world is in trouble. Everything that can be wrong is wrong. Why bother to itemize the list.
Everyone is a critic. Everyone seems to know what everyone else should do. And, by golly, they’re not afraid to speak.
What’s missing in all this wicked chaos? Why, the ANSWER is conspicuously missing.
Christ is the ANSWER. And those who know that ought to fill their mouths with repair.
Would you be brave?
Would you be useful?
Then love your fellow man by risking alienation.
Speak of Christ.
Is it time to put your hand down?
Is it time to pull in your index finger?
Is it time to deliver hope instead of accusation or worthless correction?
Armchair priests, judges and executioners. Compassionless, gutless, useless, and fragile people who think they are something simply because they had a thought.
Is it possible that keeping the words of Christ from our brothers of flesh is simply a violent retaliation dressed in the fear and embarrassment that is sure to come? “Let them all burn in hell! I’m intent on saving my own skin.”
Does the body of Christ look down on those who willingly speak the word of God for the sake of His honor and The Hope of their brothers of flesh?
I’ve only asked the questions. The answers are in your heart.
The world is a darkened place filled with darkened souls. The sounds of their movement are only a rustling of desire. Only by the manifestation of their desires are they perceived by one another. (The world sincerely hates sneaky people. They demand accountability by virtue of noise.)
I see the people of Christ as if they are glowing among the darkness. What they do in this blackened place is evident to anyone who is close enough to perceive them. At best, the desires of Christ are manifest by them. At worst they clothe themselves with a darkened garb. “If I fit in no one will pester me.”
Let the lighted ones watch what they do, mind their tongue with a jealous guard, beware of the things they let in through their eyes and ears, and deliver the Holy charge to be witnesses of God’s desire.
If God spoke to you in your prayer tonight saying, “At 8 o’clock in the morning, I will grant you 24 hours more. At that time I will require your soul to appear before me.”
What would you do with your last 24 hours here? Why not live every day you have as if that were the case? We would not deny him then, (even a tiny bit) why should we deny him any other time?
“Let your light so shine that men will see your good works and glorify your father who is in heaven.“
This is a good word. It is a strong word. It is a necessary word. It is a word that will endure regardless how we receive it.
“No sooner is there a good thing in the world, than a division is necessary. Light and darkness have no communion; God has divided them, let us not confound them. Sons of light must not have fellowship with deeds, doctrines, or deceits of darkness. The children of the day must be sober, honest, and bold in their Lord’s work, leaving the works of darkness to those who shall dwell in it for ever. Our Churches should by discipline divide the light from the darkness, and we should by our distinct separation from the world do the same. In judgment, in action, in hearing, in teaching, in association, we must discern between the precious and the vile, and maintain the great distinction which the Lord made upon the world’s first day. O Lord Jesus, be thou our light throughout the whole of this day, for thy light is the light of men.” (Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening)
Listening with all our might, we can hear it. The key is “All”.
“O blessed Spirit, let us hear the death-cries of Jesus, and our hearts shall be rent even as men rend their vestures in the day of lamentation.” (Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening)
How can I make this small?
“They go from strength to strength.”
—Psalm 84:7
They go from strength to strength. There are various renderings of these words, but all of them contain the idea of progress.
Our own good translation of the authorized version is enough for us this morning. “They go from strength to strength.” That is, they grow stronger and stronger. Usually, if we are walking, we go from strength to weakness; we start fresh and in good order for our journey, but by-and-by the road is rough, and the sun is hot, we sit down by the wayside, and then again painfully pursue our weary way. But the Christian pilgrim having obtained fresh supplies of grace, is as vigorous after years of toilsome travel and struggle as when he first set out. He may not be quite so elate and buoyant, nor perhaps quite so hot and hasty in his zeal as he once was, but he is much stronger in all that constitutes real power, and travels, if more slowly, far more surely. Some gray-haired veterans have been as firm in their grasp of truth, and as zealous in diffusing it, as they were in their younger days; but, alas, it must be confessed it is often otherwise, for the love of many waxes cold and iniquity abounds, but this is their own sin and not the fault of the promise which still holds good: “The youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall, but they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run and not be weary, and they shall walk and not faint.” Fretful spirits sit down and trouble themselves about the future. “Alas!” say they, “we go from affliction to affliction.” Very true, O thou of little faith, but then thou goest from strength to strength also. Thou shalt never find a bundle of affliction which has not bound up in the midst of it sufficient grace. God will give the strength of ripe manhood with the burden allotted to full-grown shoulders.
(Charles Spurgeon, “Morning and Evening”)
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