This little poem for Streams in the Desert helps put things in proper perspective:
In Christ united still are we.”
Christ Centered Biblical Church
This little poem for Streams in the Desert helps put things in proper perspective:
In Christ united still are we.”
“And call upon Me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify Me” (Psalm 50:15).
This is a promise indeed!
Here is an urgent occasion — “the day of trouble.” It is dark at noon on such a day, and every hour seems blacker than the one which came before it. Then is this promise in season: it is written for the cloudy day.
Here is condescending advice, “Call upon me.” We ought not to need the exhortation: it should be our constant habit all the day and every day. What a mercy to have liberty to call upon God! What wisdom to make good use of it! How foolish to go running about to men! The LORD invites us to lay our case before Him, and surely we will not hesitate to do so.
Here is reassuring encouragement: “I will deliver thee.” Whatever the trouble may be, the LORD makes no exceptions but promises full, sure, happy deliverance. He will Himself work out our deliverance by His own hand. We believe it, and the LORD honors faith.
Here is an ultimate result: “Thou shalt glorify me.” Ah, that we will do most abundantly. When He has delivered us we will loudly praise Him; and as He is sure to do it, let us begin to glorify Him at once. –From “Faith’s Checkbook”
In Thy presence there is fullness of joy! At Thy
right hand there are pleasures for evermore! Psalm 16:11
In this present life I may have some tainted pleasures;
but in eternity, I shall always have pure delights and
holy raptures!
In this life I may have at times a measure of health;
but in eternity, I shall always have perpetual vigor!
In this life I may have some acres of ground; but in
eternity, I shall always have an unbounded inheritance
in the heavenly Canaan!
Here, I may have fine clothing of silk; there I will
have robes of righteousness and garments of glory!
Here I may have a beautiful house; there
I will have a house not made with hands!
Here I may have bread to eat and water to drink;
there I will have the hidden manna and the river of life!
Here I may have a portion of the good things of time;
there I will have the glorious treasures of eternity!
As to spiritual things, in this life I may have some
communications of grace; but in eternity, I shall
have eternal glory!
Here I have freedom from the reign of sin; there
I will have deliverance from the presence of sin!
Here I have glances of heaven by faith;
there I will have immediate vision of glory!
Here I have God in His ordinances; there I will
have uninterrupted communion with Him!
Here I have some experience of His love;
there I will have all the transports of eternal
assurance and everlasting bliss!
Here I have access to the throne of grace;
there I will have continuous attendance at
the throne of glory!
Here I often sin against God; there
I shall never offend His holy heart!
— James Meikle
The gift of Christ is the highest and fullest manifestation of the love of God to sinners ever made from eternity.
What is a child, but a piece of the parent wrapped up in another skin? And yet our dearest children are but as strangers to us, in comparison of the unspeakable dearness that was between the Father and Christ. Now, that he should ever be content to part with a Son, and such an only One, is such a manifestation of love, as will be admired to all eternity.
Put the beauty of ten thousand paradises, like the garden of Eden, into one; put all trees, all flowers, all smells, all colours, all tastes, all joys, all sweetness, all loveliness in one; O what a fair and excellent thing would that be? And yet it should be less to that fair and dearest well-beloved Christ, than one drop of rain to the whole seas, rivers, lakes, and fountains of ten thousand earths.
Now, for God to bestow the mercy of mercies, the most precious thing in heaven or earth, upon poor sinners; and, as great, as lovely, as excellent as his Son was, yet not to account him too good to bestow upon us, what manner of love is this!— John Flavel