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Waiting for what's real

"Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us" [1 John 3:1]. Consider who we were, and what we feel ourselves to be even now when corruption is powerful in us, and you will wonder at our adoption. Yet we are called "the sons of God" [1 John 3:2]. What a high relationship is that of a son, and what privileges it brings! What care and tenderness the son expects from his father, and what love the father feels towards the son! But all that, and more than that, we now have through Christ. As for the temporary drawback of suffering with the elder brother, this we accept as an honour: "Therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew Him not." We are content to be unknown with Him in His humiliation, for we are to be exalted with Him. "Beloved, now are we the sons of God." That is easy to read, but it is not so easy to feel.

How is it with your heart this morning? Are you in the lowest depths of sorrow? Does corruption rise within your spirit, and grace seem like a poor spark trampled under foot? Does your faith almost fail you? Fear not, it is neither your graces nor feelings on which you are to live: you must live simply by faith on Christ. With all these things against us, now—in the very depths of our sorrow, wherever we may be—now, as much in the valley as on the mountain, "Beloved, now are we the sons of God." "Ah, but," you say, "see how I am arrayed! my graces are not bright; my righteousness does not shine with apparent glory." But read the next: "It doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when He shall appear, we shall be like Him." The Holy Spirit shall purify our minds, and divine power shall refine our bodies, then shall we see Him as He is.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Morning and Evening (13 February, Morning: "What Manner of Love")


Today will be a long Sunday. This evening is our first Launch Team meeting for our evening service, and our monthly Gathering of Prayer after that. I get tired in advance when I look ahead to days like this, and that's a habit I need to break—not only because it's born of my fear of not having enough to make it through rather than faith in His strength to bear me up, but especially because, once we launch our evening service next month, every Sunday will look like this. And I'll have plenty of help then; nevertheless, I need to condition myself for a longer run.

Yesterday was unmotivated and blah, and that's also carrying through to my attitude this morning. Sometimes my best opportunities for relaxation and rest turn into something far less—dead zones that drag me down. I want an antidote to this.

Sounds like a good day to worship.

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Reminds me of a song on the All About Love album by Steven Curtis Chapman ... in one of the verses, he describes a really crappy day then moves to the chorus, which says, "But this is a moment made for worshiping, 'cause this is a moment I'm alive; this is a moment I was made to sing a song of living sacrifice, 'cause every moment that I live and breathe, this is a moment made for worshiping." It hit me strongly a couple of days ago, as I was moping about work/life/friendships/everything.
yeah... If you can't go out... just stay in and pray
Spurgeon's words were very fitting for me and how I have been feeling for the last couple days. Thanks for sharing them with us.
Thanks. I'm glad I read this. I really needed it.