(This picture is the library of C. H. Spurgeon-The Prince of Preachers. Mr. Spurgeon collected twel

(This picture is the library of C. H. Spurgeon-The Prince of Preachers. Mr. Spurgeon collected twel
(This picture is the library of C. H. Spurgeon-The Prince of Preachers. Mr. Spurgeon collected twelve thousands of books. May we also pursue after the spiritual, heavenly and eternal things with our whole heart by God's grace!)

Thursday, May 25, 2017

1. Devotional: Cast Thy Burden Upon The Lord

Cast Thy Burden Upon The Lord

by C. H. Spurgeon

Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee. (Psalm 55:22)

    Care, even though exercised upon legitimate objects, if carried to excess, has in it the nature of sin. The precept to avoid anxious care is earnestly inculcated by our Saviour, again and again; it is reiterated by the apostles; and it is one which cannot be neglected without involving transgression: for the very essence of anxious care is the imagining that we are wiser than God, and the thrusting ourselves into his place to do for him that which he has undertaken to do for us. We attempt to think of that which we fancy he will forget; we labour to take upon ourselves our weary burden, as if he were unable or unwilling to take it for us. Now this disobedience to his plain precept, this unbelief in his Word, this presumption in intruding upon his province, is all sinful. 
    Yet more than this, anxious care often leads to acts of sin. He who cannot calmly leave his affairs in God's hand, but will carry his own burden, is very likely to be tempted to use wrong means to help himself. This sin leads to a forsaking of God as our counsellor, and resorting instead to human wisdom. This is going to the “broken cistern” instead of to the “fountain;” a sin which was laid against Israel of old. Anxiety makes us doubt God's lovingkindness, and thus our love to him grows cold; we feel mistrust, and thus grieve the Spirit of God, so that our prayers become hindered, our consistent example marred, and our life one of self-seeking. Thus want of confidence in God leads us to wander far from him; but if through simple faith in his promise, we cast each burden as it comes upon him, and are “careful for nothing” because he undertakes to care for us, it will keep us close to him, and strengthen us against much temptation. “Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee, because he trusteth in thee.”

Sunday, March 26, 2017

5. God's Mystery And Wisdom

God's Mystery And Wisdom

by T. Austin-Sparks

    Abraham in the land... yet the very promises given him of God seeming to be denied. Was Abraham mistaken? Are we not sometimes bewildered with the Lord, and are not His ways past finding out? It all looks such a muddle, but as faith holds on, one day we shall praise Him, as we see the reason for it all afterwards; "the path of the just... shineth more and more unto the perfect day." - Prov. 4:18. Note "PATH" not things! These mysteries of the way contain some secret mystery of God; and are they not another opportunity to show forth His wisdom and power? When all seems gone, the conflict so great, the experience so strange and there is no key to the situation; we are tempted to question whether the promises were even of God; everything is so contrary to what we expected, we begin to wonder if we are all wrong! Just then, is the time for us to stand fast in the Lord and maintain that stand in faith.  
    After all, our experiences are very much alike. There is perplexity, there is apparent contradiction, there is conflict; the forms of experience may vary, but it comes to all of us in some way or another - still "He abideth faithful".  
    How does this establish us? By the very helplessness of the situation, and ourselves, which causes us to cast ourselves upon Him, and it is then we prove Him. You are coming to the place where you know the mystery of God, and it is a glorious opportunity for Him to show His wisdom and so you are established. It is all a matter of endurance.

Friday, March 10, 2017

4. Devotional: Man is of few days, and full of trouble

Man is of few days, and full of trouble

by C. H. Spurgeon

Man ... is of few days, and full of trouble. (Job 14:1)

    It may be of great service to us, before we fall asleep, to remember this mournful fact, for it may lead us to set loose by earthly things. There is nothing very pleasant in the recollection that we are not above the shafts of adversity, but it may humble us and prevent our boasting like the Psalmist in our morning's portion. “My mountain standeth firm: I shall never be moved.” It may stay us from taking too deep root in this soil from which we are so soon to be transplanted into the heavenly garden. Let us recollect the frail tenure upon which we hold our temporal mercies. If we would remember that all the trees of earth are marked for the woodman's axe, we should not be so ready to build our nests in them. We should love, but we should love with the love which expects death, and which reckons upon separations. Our dear relations are but loaned to us, and the hour when we must return them to the lender's hand may be even at the door. The like is certainly true of our worldly goods. Do not riches take to themselves wings and fly away? Our health is equally precarious. Frail flowers of the field, we must not reckon upon blooming for ever. There is a time appointed for weakness and sickness, when we shall have to glorify God by suffering, and not by earnest activity. There is no single point in which we can hope to escape from the sharp arrows of affliction; out of our few days there is not one secure from sorrow. Man's life is a cask full of bitter wine; he who looks for joy in it had better seek for honey in an ocean of brine. Beloved reader, set not your affections upon things of earth: but seek those things which are above, for here the moth devoureth, and the thief breaketh through, but there all joys are perpetual and eternal. The path of trouble is the way home. Lord, make this thought a pillow for many a weary head!


Tuesday, March 7, 2017

3. Devotional: It Is Better To Trust In The Lord

It Is Better To Trust In The Lord

by C. H. Spurgeon

 It is better to trust in the Lord, than to put confidence in man. (Psalm 118:8)

    Doubtless the reader has been tried with the temptation to rely upon the things which are seen, instead of resting alone upon the invisible God. Christians often look to man for help and counsel, and mar the noble simplicity of their reliance upon their God. Does this evening's portion meet the eye of a child of God anxious about temporals, then would we reason with him awhile. You trust in Jesus, and only in Jesus, for your salvation, then why are you troubled? “Because of my great care.” Is it not written, “Cast thy burden upon the Lord”? “Be careful for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication make known your wants unto God.” Cannot you trust God for temporals? “Ah! I wish I could.” If you cannot trust God for temporals, how dare you trust him for spirituals? Can you trust him for your soul's redemption, and not rely upon him for a few lesser mercies? Is not God enough for thy need, or is his all-sufficiency too narrow for thy wants? Dost thou want another eye beside that of him who sees every secret thing? Is his heart faint? Is his arm weary? If so, seek another God; but if he be infinite, omnipotent, faithful, true, and all-wise, why gaddest thou abroad so much to seek another confidence? Why dost thou rake the earth to find another foundation, when this is strong enough to bear all the weight which thou canst ever build thereon? Christian, mix not only thy wine with water, do not alloy thy gold of faith with the dross of human confidence. Wait thou only upon God, and let thine expectation be from him. Covet not Jonah's gourd, but rest in Jonah's God. Let the sandy foundations of terrestrial trust be the choice of fools, but do thou, like one who foresees the storm, build for thyself an abiding place upon the Rock of Ages.


Saturday, March 4, 2017

2. Hymn: The Sands Of Time Are Sinking

The Sands Of Time Are Sinking

Author: Anne R. Cousin
Tune: RUTHERFORD, by Chrétien Urhan

1. The sands of time are sinking,
    The dawn of heaven breaks,
    The summer morn I've sighed for,
    The fair sweet morn awakes;
    Dark, dark hat been the midnight,
    But day-spring is at hand,
    And glory, glory dwelleth
    In Emmanuel's land.

2. O Christ, He is the Fountain
    The deep sweet Well of love!
    The streams on earth I've tasted,
    More deep I'll drink above:
    There to an ocean fullness
    His mercy doth expand,
    And glory, glory dwelleth
    In Emmanuel's land.

3. Oh, I am my Beloved's,
    And my Beloved's mine!
    He brings a poor vile sinner
    Into His "house of wine."
    I stand upon His merit,
    I know no other stand,
    No e'en where glory dwelleth
    In Emmanuel's land.

4. The Bride eyes not her garment,
    But her dear Bridegroom's face;
    I will not gaze at glory,
    But on my King of grace.
    Not at the crown He giveth
    But on His pierced hand,
    The Lamb is all the glory
    Of Emmanuel's land.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

1. Devotional: Not Left To Perish

Not Left To Perish

by C. H. Spurgeon

    This word has its proper fulfillment in the Lord Jesus; but it applies also, with a variation, to all who are in Him. Our soul shall not be left in the separate state, and our body, though it see corruption, shall rise again. The general meaning, rather than the specific application, is that to which we would call our readers’ thoughts at this particular time. 
    We may descend in spirit very low till we seem to be plunged in the abyss of hell; but we shall not be left there. We may appear to be at death’s door in heart, and soul, and consciousness; but we cannot remain there. Our inward death as to joy and hope may proceed very far; but it cannot run on to its full consequences, so as to reach the utter corruption of black despair. We may go very low, but not lower than the Lord permits; we may stay in the lowest dungeon of doubt for a while, but we shall not perish there. The star of hope is still in the sky when the night is blackest. The Lord will not forget us and hand us over to the enemy. Let us rest in hope. We have to deal with One whose mercy endureth forever. Surely, out of death, and darkness, and despair we shall yet arise to life, light, and liberty.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

1. Hymn: Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Tune: NETTLETON, by Asahel Nettleton

1. Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
    Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
    Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
    Call for songs of loudest praise.
    Teach me some melodious sonnet,
    Sung by flaming tongues above.
    Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
    Mount of Thy redeeming love.

2. Here I raise my Ebenezer;
    Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
    And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
    Safely to arrive at home.
    Jesus sought me when a stranger,
    Wandering from the fold of God;
    He, to rescue me from danger,
    Interposed His precious blood.

3. O to grace how great a debtor
    Daily I’m constrained to be!
    Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
    Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
    Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
    Prone to leave the God I love;
    Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
    Seal it for Thy courts above.


Sunday, October 30, 2016

4. Devotional: Run With Patience

Run With Patience


Let us run with patience (Hebrews 12:1). 

    To run with patience is a very difficult thing. Running is apt to suggest the absence of patience, the eagerness to reach the goal. We commonly associate patience with lying down. We think of it as the angel that guards the couch of the invalid. Yet, I do not think the invalid's patience the hardest to achieve. 
    There is a patience which I believe to be harder - the patience that can run. To lie down in the time of grief, to be quiet under the stroke of adverse fortune, implies a great strength; but I know of something that implies a strength greater still: It is the power to work under a stroke; to have a great weight at your heart and still to run; to have a deep anguish in your spirit and still perform the daily task. It is a Christlike thing! 
    Many of us would nurse our grief without crying if we were allowed to nurse it. The hard thing is that most of us are called to exercise our patience, not in bed, but in the street. We are called to bury our sorrows, not in lethargic quiescence, but in active service - in the exchange, in the workshop, in the hour of social intercourse, in the contribution to another's joy. There is no burial of sorrow so difficult as that; it is the "running with patience." 
    This was Thy patience, O Son of man! It was at once a waiting and a running - a waiting for the goal, and a doing of the lesser work meantime. I see Thee at Cana turning the water into wine lest the marriage feast should be clouded. I see Thee in the desert feeding a multitude with bread just to relieve a temporary want. All, all the time, Thou wert bearing a mighty grief, unshared, unspoken. Men ask for a rainbow in the cloud; but I would ask more from Thee. I would be, in my cloud, myself a rainbow - a minister to others' joy. My patience will be perfect when it can work in the vineyard. 


Thursday, October 27, 2016

3. Hymn: Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear

Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear

Tune: HURSLEY, by Peter Ritter

1. Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
    It is not night if Thou be near;
    Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise
    To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

2. When the soft dews of kindly sleep
    My weary eyelids gently steep,
    Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
    Forever on my Saviour's breast.

3. Abide with me from morn till eve,
    For without Thee I cannot live,
    Abide with me when night is nigh,
    For without Thee I dare not die.

4. If some poor wandering child of Thine
    Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
    Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
    Let him no more lie down in sin.

5. Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
    With blessings from Thy boundless store;
    Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
    Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

6. Come near and bless us when we wake,
    Ere through the world our way we take;
    Till in the ocean of Thy love
    We lose ourselves in heaven above.


Saturday, October 22, 2016

2. Hymn: Great Is Thy Faithfulness

Great Is Thy Faithfulness
Tune: FAITHFULNESS, by William M. Runyan

1. Great is thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
    There is no shadow of turning with thee;
    Thou changest not, thy compassions, they fail not;
    As thou hast been thou forever will be.

Refrain: 
Great is thy faithfulness! Great is thy faithfulness! 
Morning by morning new mercies I see; 
All I have needed thy hand hath provided; 
Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!  

2. Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
    Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
    Join with all nature in manifold witness
    To thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

3. Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
    Thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
    Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
    Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!