Believer’s Daily Treasure

Meekness

with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love,

[Eph 4:2 NET]

Meekness, humility, and love,

Did through thy conduct shine;

Oh may my whole deportment prove

A copy, Lord, of thine.

Quiet Time

For I am the Lord your God, the one who takes hold of your right hand, who says to you, ‘Don’t be afraid, I am helping you.’

[Isa 41:13 NET]

Don’t try to hold God’s hand; let Him hold yours. Let Him do the holding, and you do the trusting.

~ H. W. Webb Peploe ~

Streams in The Desert

Waiting For Resurrection

(Now Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting there, opposite the tomb.)

[Matt 27:61 NET]

How strangely stupid is grief. It neither learns nor knows nor wishes to learn or know. When the sorrowing sisters sat over against the door of God’s sepulchre, did they see the two thousand years that have passed triumphing away? Did they see anything but this: “Our Christ is gone!”

Your Christ and my Christ came from their loss; Myriad mourning hearts have had resurrection in the midst of their grief; and yet the sorrowing watchers looked at the seed-form of this result, and saw nothing. What they regarded as the end of life was the very preparation for coronation; for Christ was silent that He might live again in tenfold power.

They saw it not. They mourned, they wept, and went away, and came again, driven by their hearts to the sepulchre. Still it was a sepulchre, unprophetic, voiceless, lusterless.

So with us. Every man sits over against the sepulchre in his garden, in the first instance, and says, “This woe is irremediable. I see no benefit in it. I will take no comfort in it.” And yet, right in our deepest and worst mishaps, often, our Christ is lying, waiting for resurrection.

Where our death seems to be, there our Saviour is. Where the end of hope is, there is the brightest beginning of fruition. Where the darkness is thickest, there the bright beaming light that never is set is about to emerge. When the whole experience is consummated, then we find that a garden is not disfigured by a sepulchre. Our joys are made better if there be sorrow in the midst of them. And our sorrows are made bright by the joys that God has planted around about them. The flowers may not be pleasing to us, they may not be such as we are fond of plucking, but they are heart-flowers, love, hope, faith, joy, peace—these are flowers which are planted around about every grave that is sunk in the Christian heart.

“’Twas by a path of sorrows drear

Christ entered into rest;

And shall I look for roses here,

Or think that earth is blessed?

Heaven’s whitest lilies blow

From earth’s sharp crown of woe.

Who here his cross can meekly bear,

Shall wear the kingly purple there.”

Blessings

I said, “Too bad for me! I am destroyed, for my lips are contaminated by sin, and I live among people whose lips are contaminated by sin. My eyes have seen the king, the Lord who commands armies.”

[Isa 6:5 NET]

God has described his Zion as “full of wounds, and bruises, and putrefying sores.” When the Church of God fell in Adam, she fell with a crash which broke every bone and bruised her flesh with wounds which are ulcerated from top to toe. Her understanding, her conscience, and her affections were all fearfully maimed. Her understanding was blinded; her conscience stupified, and her affections alienated. Every mental faculty thus became perverted and distorted.

As in a ship-wrecked vessel the water runs in through every leak, so when Adam fell upon the lee-shore of sin and temptation, and made shipwreck of the image of God in which he was created, sin rushed into every faculty of body and soul, and penetrated into the inmost recesses of his being.

Or to use another figure; as when a man is bitten by a poisonous serpent, the venom courses through every artery and vein, and he dies a corrupted mass from head to foot, so did the poison fang of sin penetrate into Adam’s inmost soul and body, and infect him with its venom from the sole to the crown.

But the fearful havoc which sin has made is never seen nor felt until the soul is quickened into spiritual life. Oh, what work does sin then make in the conscience, when it is opened up by the Spirit of God! Whatever superficial or shallow views we may have had of sin before, it is only as its desperate and malignant character is opened up by the Holy Spirit that it is really seen, felt, grieved under, and mourned over as indeed a most dreadful and fearful reality. It is this sword of the Spirit which cuts and wounds; it is this entrance of life and light that gashes the conscience; it is this divine work which lacerates the heart and inflicts those deep wounds which nothing but the “balm in Gilead” can heal.

And not only is a poor convinced sinner cut in his conscience, inwardly lacerated and gashed by sin as thus opened up by the Spirit of God, but, as the prophet speaks, “the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.” He is thus laboring under a complication of diseases. Every thought, word, and action is polluted by sin. Every mental faculty is depraved. The will chooses evil; the affections cleave to earthly things; the memory, like a broken sieve, retains the bad and lets fall the good; the judgment, like a bribed or drunken juryman, pronounces heedless or wrong decisions; and the conscience, like an opium-eater, lies asleep and drugged in stupified silence.

This miserable state, brought upon us and into us by the fall, all the people of God must in some measure feel. It is of no use mincing the matter and saying that a person can be saved by the grace of God and the blood of Christ, without knowing anything of the depth of misery and wretchedness into which he is sunk as the fallen child of a fallen father. We must go down into the depths of the fall to know what our hearts are and what they are capable of; we must have the keen knife of God to cut deep gashes in our conscience and lay bare the evil that lies so deeply imbedded in our carnal mind, before we can enter into and experience the beauty and blessedness of salvation by grace.

Evening Prayer

CHEERFUL GIVER

[2 Corinthians 9:6-11]

I pray that you will always give cheerfully and generously, not reluctantly or under compulsion. May you never withhold what you have decided in your heart to give. May you be assured that God will continuously supply the seed for you to sow. I pray that He will even increase your store of seed and enlarge the harvest of your righteousness. May you remember that the Lord desires to make you rich in every way, so that you can be generous on every occasion. May your generosity result in thanksgiving and glory to God!

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Today With God

(For Jesus himself had testified that a prophet has no honor in his own country.)

[John 4:44 NET]

Those who live in familiar relations with the great or the good are least likely to recognize the elements of greatness or goodness in them. Many of the men whose names shine in the galaxy of fame, and whose work lives in the world with undying influence, had little honor from those among whom they walked, and perhaps would have little honor today if they were to return and live among us.

We ofttimes fail to recognize the true worth of our best friends while they stay with us.

It is not until she is gone out of the home that a mother’s real value is appreciated. The same is true of each member of a household and of each friend upon whom we lean much and whose life is a great deal to us. Jesus walked among the people, taught, wrought miracles, and lived out His sweet, beautiful life of love, but they failed to see the Messiah in Him.

“He was in the world, and the world was made by Him, and the world knew Him not. He came unto His own, and His own received Him not.”

Dear Jesus

By gazing at Me, you gain My perspective on your life. This time with Me is essential for untangling your thoughts and smoothing out the day before you.

Dear Jesus,

You can easily read my thoughts, and You assess their condition with perfect accuracy. I wake up each morning with thought-fragments racing through my mind. It’s hard to untangle my own thinking, because my mental capacity is so limited when I first awake. However, I can look to You, to do for me what I am unable to do for myself.

Beloved, even when your thoughts are scrambled, you can indeed look to Me for help. Many people stumble out of bed in the morning and head straight for the coffee pot. Though they are not yet thinking clearly, they are conscious enough to move toward something that will help untangle their thoughts. I perform a similar function for you, when your mind stumbles in My direction. Ask Me to help you think My thoughts and see things from My perspective. I created you in My image so that you would have this amazing capacity. As you wait in My Presence, I not only unscramble your thinking, I also straighten your path through the day. I am sovereign over every aspect of your life, so opening up the way before you is no problem for Me. Some people think they don’t have time to begin their day with Me. They don’t realize how much I can facilitate their activities—removing obstacles, giving insights that save time, and so on. When you spend precious time with Me, I compensate you generously: smoothing out the circumstances of your day.

Amen

O Lord, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.

[Psalm 139:1–2]

So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.

[Genesis 1:27]

We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name. May your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord, even as we put our hope in you.

[Psalm 33:20–22]