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THE ANCHOR HOLDS"Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the veil; whither the forerunner is for us entered, even Jesus, made an high priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec" (Hebrews 6:18,20). The anchor of the Christian is in the Holy of Holies, "within the veil," where Jesus our High priest ministers the blessings of His blood-bought salvation to all who come unto God by Him. Philip Mauro has suggested that the picture here is that of the anchoria which was used in olden days in the harbors of inland seas, to assist vessels which could not make port under their own sail. In such a case, a "forerunner" went from the ship into the harbor and fastened a strong rope to the anchoria, a great rock immovably imbedded close to shore. By means of a winch on board, the vessel, thus fastened, was brought in. It is a helpful thought. Because my anchor is cast within the veil, because I am fastened to the Rock, because I am joined to Him who is gone before, I shall make port at last. Let us therefore look to our anchor, and see to our moorings. Then let the breakers roll and the floods swell and the tides lift and the gales sweep; let our sails be torn to shreds and our masts and tackle carried off as driftwood; let our timbers creak and the old ship rock and reel in the storm: we may still enjoy the quiet of the presence of God, and smile at the sea and the wind, for with our anchor fast "within the veil" we are safe and drawing every day nearer to heaven and home. —J. C. Macaulay Expository Commentary on Hebrews |
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HUGS 'N TUGS |
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By Wendy Greiner Lefko |
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It seems that some of the most frustrating moments for our three-year-old come when she attempts to do too much. It may be trying to carry nine stuffed animals at once, or squeezing a dozen toys into a tiny purse and trying to zip it closed, or trying to carry a full cup without spilling. Often she tries to do the impossible but refuses to accept the fact that her desires are just plain unreasonable and beyond her ability. All her attempts only serve to cause greater frustration and exhaustion. She just tries to do too much. I have seen many Christians, myself included, trying to do the same. We take on too much and wonder why we end up in tearful exhaustion and frustration. We may be doing worthwhile things: serving the Lord in our church, caring for loved ones, community service, entertaining friends, but there is a limit to what we can do. Often we ignore those signs that indicate we are attempting the impossible. There are only so many "stuffed toys" we can carry at one time! Yet we tend to have the immaturity of a three-year-old when we refuse to put one down or acknowledge we cannot handle it all. We allow the pride of our sinful nature to cause us to want to say, "I can do it all." But that is not what our Lord wants from us. He just wants a willing heart and ready hands. We can best serve Christ when we release our expectations of ourselves to Him and seek His will regarding what and how much He would have us do. Then we can faithfully carry out the tasks He has for us, with strength to continue on in His service. It is not His desire to frustrate or wear out His children. He seeks busy hands with contented hearts. Only when we realize our limits can we exceed our expectations. "Take My yoke upon you, and learn of Me; for I am meek and lowly in heart, and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For My yoke is easy, and My burden is light" (Matthew 11:2,29). |
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IN ORDER TO REALIZE
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THE COMMONPLACE |
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Sometimes when you are feeling jaded or blasé, you can revive your sense of wonder by merely saying to yourself: "Suppose this were the only time. Suppose this sunset, this moonrise, this symphony, this buttered toast, this sleeping child, this flag against the sky . . . suppose you would never experience these things again!" Few things are commonplace in themselves. It’s our reaction to them that grows dull as we move forward through the years. —Unknown |
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"Our God is at home with the rolling spheres,
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By Rev. Larry W. Greiner |
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A preacher tells this story: "One of the mightiest soul-winners I ever knew was Colonel Clarke of Chicago. He would work at his business six days a week that he might keep his mission open seven nights every week. Every night in the week five or six hundred men would gather in that mission hall. It was a motley crowd: drunkards, thieves, drug users, gamblers and everything that seemed hopeless. I used to go and hear Colonel Clarke talk, and he seemed to be one of the dullest talkers I had ever heard. He would ramble along. Yet the men would lean over and listen spellbound while Colonel Clarke talked in his tedious way. Some of the greatest preachers in Chicago used to go down to help Colonel Clarke, but the men would not listen to them as they did to Colonel Clarke. Under his teaching men were converted by the score. I could not understand it. Why did these men listen with such interest and why were they so greatly moved by such dull talking? Then I found the secret. They knew that Colonel Clarke loved them, and nothing conquers like love. The tears were always near the surface with Colonel Clarke. Once in the early days of the mission when he had been weeping much over these men, he got ashamed of his tears. He steeled his heart and tried to stop his crying. He succeeded, but lost his power. Seeing his power was gone, he went to God and prayed," Oh God, give me back my tears." God gave him back his tears and great power over these men." Is Christ’s love the motivation in your life and witness? Many intellectual and learned ministers who are admired for their knowledge and eloquence, only speak to the minds of men but not their hearts. Why? They have not a love for the lost which comes from a deep love for Christ. Oh that our hearts would be filled with the kind of love that motivated Colonel Clarke. It cannot be fabricated or forced. Only the genuine agape love that Christ gives can make the difference. " If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. And if I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing." (1 Corinthians 13: 1-3) |
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During the Thirty Years' War in the 17th century, German pastor Paul Gerhardt and his family were forced to flee from their home. One night as they stayed in a small village inn, homeless and afraid, his wife broke down and cried openly in despair. To comfort her, Gerhardt reminded her of Scripture promises about God's provision and keeping. Then, going out to the garden to be alone, he too broke down and wept. He felt he had come to his darkest hour. Soon afterward, Gerhardt felt the burden lifted and sensed anew the Lord's presence. Taking his pen, he wrote a hymn that has brought comfort to many. "Give to the winds thy fears; hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears the way. Wait thou His time, so shall the night soon end in joyous day." It is often in our darkest times that God makes His presence known most clearly. He uses our sufferings and troubles to show us that He is our only source of strength. And when we see this truth, like Pastor Gerhardt, we receive new hope. Are you facing a great trial? Take heart. Put yourself in God's hands. Wait for His timing. He will give you a "song in the night." |
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UNSPOKEN PRAYERS |
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Every thought that flies through your brain is heard in heaven. God hears wishes, heart-longings, aspirations, soul-hungerings and thirstings. Do not grieve, then, if you cannot find words in which to tell God what you want, if you cannot put into well-defined thoughts the hopes and hungers of your heart. When words and even thoughts fail, pray in silent yearnings, in unutterable longings, and God will understand just as well as if you spoke in common language. Much of our best praying is done when we sit at God’s feet and do not speak at all, but only let our hearts talk.
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