Jesus replied, “You do not understand what I am doing now, but you will understand after these things.”
[John 13:7 NET]
God keeps a school for His children here on earth and one of His best teachers is Disappointment. My friend, when you and I reach our Father’s house, we shall look back and see that the sharp–voiced, rough; visaged teacher, Disappointment, was one of the best guides to train us for it. He gave us hard lessons; he often used the rod; he often led us into thorny paths; he sometimes stripped off a load of luxuries; but that only made us travel the freer and the faster on our heavenward way. He sometimes led us down into the valley of the death–shadow; but never did the promises read so sweetly as when spelled out by the eye of faith in that very valley. Nowhere did he lead us so often, or teach us such sacred lessons, as at the cross of Christ. Dear, old, rough–handed teacher! We will build a monument to thee yet, and crown it with garlands, and inscribe on it: Blessed be the memory of Disappointment!
~ Theodore Cuyler ~
Rehearse Your Troubles to God Only
Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers all transgressions.
[Prov 10:12 NET]
Rehearse your troubles to God only. Not long ago I read in a paper a bit of personal experience from a precious child of God, and it made such an impression upon me that I record it here. She wrote:
“I found myself one midnight wholly sleepless as the surges of a cruel injustice swept over me, and the love which covers seemed to have crept out of my heart. Then I cried to God in an agony for the power to obey His injunction, ’Love covereth.’
“Immediately the Spirit began to work in me the power that brought about the forgetfulness.
“Mentally I dug a grave. Deliberately I threw up the earth until the excavation was deep.
“Sorrowfully I lowered into it the thing which wounded me. Quickly I shoveled in the clods.
“Over the mound I carefully laid the green sods. Then I covered it with white roses and forget-me-nots, and quickly walked away.
“Sweet sleep came. The wound which had been so nearly deadly was healed without a scar, and I know not today what caused my grief.”
“There was a scar on yonder mountain-side,
Gashed out where once the cruel storm had trod;
A barren, desolate chasm, reaching wide,
Across the soft green sod.
“But years crept by beneath the purple pines,
And veiled the scar with grass and moss once more,
And left it fairer now with flowers and vines
Than it had been before.
“There was a wound once in a gentle heart,
Whence all life’s sweetness seemed to ebb and die;
And love’s confiding changed to bitter smart,
While slow, sad years went by.
“Yet as they passed, unseen an angel stole
And laid a balm of healing on the pain,
Till love grew purer in the heart made whole,
And peace came back again.”
Truth and Sincerity
Therefore, having laid aside falsehood, each one of you speak the truth with his neighbor, for we are members of one another.
[Eph 4:25 NET]
Let those who bear the Christian name
Their holy vows fulfil;
The saints, the followers of the Lamb,
Are men of honour still.
Discipleship training that lacks a clear view of preparation for eternity has little more than a “buck up and do good for Jesus” feel to it. The fact that we already belong to heaven and that our lives on earth are a pilgrimage toward heaven is rarely, if ever, taught. Yet that is what adds weight, meaning, and motivation to the process of sanctification. It is the reason Scripture calls us to “set [our] minds on things above” (Colossians 3:2).
~ Joseph Stowell ~