Saturday, August 13, 2011
Spurgeon's Morning and Evening
Evening, May 14
"He shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom."
Who is he of whom such gracious words are spoken? He is the Good
Shepherd. Why doth he carry the lambs in his bosom? Because He hath a
tender heart, and any weakness at once melts his heart. The sighs, the
ignorance, the feebleness of the little ones of his flock draw forth
his compassion. It is his office, as a faithful High Priest, to
consider the weak. Besides, he purchased them with blood, they are his
property: he must and will care for that which cost him so dear. Then
he is responsible for each lamb, bound by covenant engagements not to
lose one. Moreover, they are all a part of his glory and reward.
But how may we understand the expression, "He will carry them"?
Sometimes he carries them by not permitting them to endure much trial.
Providence deals tenderly with them. Often they are "carried" by being
filled with an unusual degree of love, so that they bear up and stand
fast. Though their knowledge may not be deep, they have great sweetness
in what they do know. Frequently he "carries" them by giving them a
very simple faith, which takes the promise just as it stands, and
believingly runs with every trouble straight to Jesus. The simplicity
of their faith gives them an unusual degree of confidence, which
carries them above the world.
"He carries the lambs in his bosom." Here is boundless affection. Would
he put them in his bosom if he did not love them much? Here is tender
nearness: so near are they, that they could not possibly be nearer.
Here is hallowed familiarity: there are precious love-passages between
Christ and his weak ones. Here is perfect safety: in his bosom who can
hurt them? They must hurt the Shepherd first. Here is perfect rest and
sweetest comfort. Surely we are not sufficiently sensible of the
infinite tenderness of Jesus!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
This is a puritan prayer that Stuart Towend has put to music, I love it and prayer all my family would know htis peace in their lives...
An Old Puritan prayer:
(Music by Stuart Townend)
Blessed Spirit of the King,
of grace and love the author,
Work repentance deep within
And bend me at your alter.
Melt my heart with (thy) majesty
Then show my ruined self to me;
Teach me to more clearly see
You might and will to save me.
Here I place without reserve
My soul in faith and meekness,
Trusting in Christ’s power and love
To flourish in my weakness.
Cause my days on earth to be
Through time and through eternity
A trophy of His victory
A monument to mercy.
Teach me to behold my God
And trust His power to save me
Arms outstretched in constant love
Whose strength will never fail me.
Help me to commune with Him,
Depend and follow after Him,
That through my life His peace will rein
And joy be my companion.