He commandeth even the winds and water, and they obey Him. Luke 8:25
Even. Is there anything you find quite impossible to command in your circumstances or character? Something as deaf to command as the winds and the water? Something that has baffled you a thousand times, and appears as if it would win in the end? Do not despair. Better hath He been for years than thy fears. Better can He be, far better. He can command even this that seems as if it would not be commanded. Let that "even" be a comfort to you. "He arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm." (Mark 4:39).
Is there one who is facing something that seems impossible? Does the appointed burden feel too heavy to be carried? The disappointment too sharp to be welcomed? The duty too toilsome to be performed with joy? You have not to do it in your unaided strength: it is God who is all the while supplying the impulse, giving you the power to resolve, the strength to perform, the execution of His good pleasure. And so, I am equal to every lot through the help of Him who gives me inward strength. (Philippians 4:13)
And here is another beautiful word written down long, long ago for us: "Thy God hath commanded thy strength." (Psalm 68:28) So we need never be weak. We can be sure that every day strength is sent forth for us. So we need never be defeated, but can always be strong in the strength of our mighty God.
All the tremendous forces of Nature in the world today are at the call of our God, and are only a faint shadow of the spiritual power that is His, and that He is ready to put forth for us. Is it not amazing? How utterly foolish it is to plead weakness when we, even we, may (if we will) move into the stream of that power. Amy Carmichael
N.J. Hiebert - 9899
Is there one who is facing something that seems impossible? Does the appointed burden feel too heavy to be carried? The disappointment too sharp to be welcomed? The duty too toilsome to be performed with joy? You have not to do it in your unaided strength: it is God who is all the while supplying the impulse, giving you the power to resolve, the strength to perform, the execution of His good pleasure. And so, I am equal to every lot through the help of Him who gives me inward strength. (Philippians 4:13)
And here is another beautiful word written down long, long ago for us: "Thy God hath commanded thy strength." (Psalm 68:28) So we need never be weak. We can be sure that every day strength is sent forth for us. So we need never be defeated, but can always be strong in the strength of our mighty God.
All the tremendous forces of Nature in the world today are at the call of our God, and are only a faint shadow of the spiritual power that is His, and that He is ready to put forth for us. Is it not amazing? How utterly foolish it is to plead weakness when we, even we, may (if we will) move into the stream of that power. Amy Carmichael
N.J. Hiebert - 9899
April 1
The cup of blessing which we bless, is it not the communion (fellowship) of the blood of Christ? The bread which we break, is it not the communion of the body of Christ? For we being many are one bread, and one body: for we are all partakers of that one bread.
1 Corinthians 10:16,17
A young man in New Guinea who had been away to school and had gotten a good education after his conversion, returned to his own island and to his own village. On the Lord's Day the group of missionaries and believers were gathered together to observe the Lord's Supper.
As this young man sat by one of the older missionaries, the missionary recognized that a sudden tremor had passed through the young man's body and that he had laid his hand upon the arm of the other in a way that indicated he was under a great nervous strain. Then in a moment all was quiet again. The missionary whispered, "What was it that troubled you?"
"Ah," the young man said, "it is all right. But the man who just came in killed and ate the body of my father. And now he has come in to remember the Lord with us. At first I was so shocked to see the murderer of my own father sit down with us at the table of the Lord, I didn't know whether I could endure it. But it is all right now. He is washed in the same precious blood." And so together they had communion. Does the world know anything of this? It is a marvellous thing, the work of the blessed Holy Spirit of God.
I think of Saul of Tarsus seated there with that little group of believers around him. And I think of them looking over and saying, "That is the man that arrested my father. That is the man that threw my mother into prison. That is the man that tried to make me blaspheme the name of the Lord Jesus. There he sits, a humble, contrite believer, receiving the bread and the wine in commemoration of the Lord who died." What a wonderful fellowship! H. A. Ironside
N.J. Hiebert - 9900
1 Corinthians 10:16,17
A young man in New Guinea who had been away to school and had gotten a good education after his conversion, returned to his own island and to his own village. On the Lord's Day the group of missionaries and believers were gathered together to observe the Lord's Supper.
As this young man sat by one of the older missionaries, the missionary recognized that a sudden tremor had passed through the young man's body and that he had laid his hand upon the arm of the other in a way that indicated he was under a great nervous strain. Then in a moment all was quiet again. The missionary whispered, "What was it that troubled you?"
"Ah," the young man said, "it is all right. But the man who just came in killed and ate the body of my father. And now he has come in to remember the Lord with us. At first I was so shocked to see the murderer of my own father sit down with us at the table of the Lord, I didn't know whether I could endure it. But it is all right now. He is washed in the same precious blood." And so together they had communion. Does the world know anything of this? It is a marvellous thing, the work of the blessed Holy Spirit of God.
I think of Saul of Tarsus seated there with that little group of believers around him. And I think of them looking over and saying, "That is the man that arrested my father. That is the man that threw my mother into prison. That is the man that tried to make me blaspheme the name of the Lord Jesus. There he sits, a humble, contrite believer, receiving the bread and the wine in commemoration of the Lord who died." What a wonderful fellowship! H. A. Ironside
N.J. Hiebert - 9900
April 2
He (a certain Samaritan) set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him. (Luke 10:33,34)
A certain man went down from Jerusalem, to Jericho, the city of the curse. But on the way he fell among thieves, who left him naked and wounded and half dead. A priest and a Levite passed by, but did nothing to help the wretched man. Then came "a certain Samaritan", and as he journeyed, he came where he was; and he had compassion on him, and went right down into the ditch with him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine. I am sure he clothed him with his own clothes and he put him on his own beast, and he took him to an inn.
Will there be room for him in this inn? Yes, Thank God, there is room, abundance of room, for him: for the Greek name of this inn is pan-docheion: 'the place that receives all.' Not one has ever been turned away from this inn.
Poverty, wretchedness, sin will never keep a person outside the inn called 'Pan-docheion.' It is God's own inn. Never yet has an applicant been told there is 'no room.' It 'receives all'. "Him that cometh unto Me, I will in no wise cast out," (John 6:37) is inscribed over that door.
And this inn has a "Host," and the Spirit of God tells us His name: "Pan-docheus": "The person who receives all." And the Samaritan only stayed a short time, for He went away the next day; but before He left, He promised to come back, and in the meantime, He left orders with the "Host": to take care of this poor man. He left Him two pence, but added, Whatsoever Thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay Thee. Luke 10:35.
Since He only paid "two pence" the poor man knew that his good Friend meant to come again soon; and I am sure he kept watching down the road to see if He was coming. "Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, Come, Lord Jesus. (Revelation 22:20). Hid Treasures - G. C. Willis
N.J. Hiebert - 9901
A certain man went down from Jerusalem, to Jericho, the city of the curse. But on the way he fell among thieves, who left him naked and wounded and half dead. A priest and a Levite passed by, but did nothing to help the wretched man. Then came "a certain Samaritan", and as he journeyed, he came where he was; and he had compassion on him, and went right down into the ditch with him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine. I am sure he clothed him with his own clothes and he put him on his own beast, and he took him to an inn.
Will there be room for him in this inn? Yes, Thank God, there is room, abundance of room, for him: for the Greek name of this inn is pan-docheion: 'the place that receives all.' Not one has ever been turned away from this inn.
Poverty, wretchedness, sin will never keep a person outside the inn called 'Pan-docheion.' It is God's own inn. Never yet has an applicant been told there is 'no room.' It 'receives all'. "Him that cometh unto Me, I will in no wise cast out," (John 6:37) is inscribed over that door.
And this inn has a "Host," and the Spirit of God tells us His name: "Pan-docheus": "The person who receives all." And the Samaritan only stayed a short time, for He went away the next day; but before He left, He promised to come back, and in the meantime, He left orders with the "Host": to take care of this poor man. He left Him two pence, but added, Whatsoever Thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay Thee. Luke 10:35.
Since He only paid "two pence" the poor man knew that his good Friend meant to come again soon; and I am sure he kept watching down the road to see if He was coming. "Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, Come, Lord Jesus. (Revelation 22:20). Hid Treasures - G. C. Willis
N.J. Hiebert - 9901
April 3
For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. Philippians 1:21
THE KING AND QUEEN OF ENGLAND
King George VI and the Queen of England were visiting President and Mrs. Roosevelt in the White House. The Queen later became known to us as the Queen Mother after her husband passed away and her daughter Elizabeth ascended the throne. The Queen mother lived to be 101, passing away in 2002.
On that particular visit to the United States, a well-known Native American singer, Chief Whitefeather, was invited to sing for the king and queen and President and Mrs. Roosevelt. After singing two operatic arias, for which his small audience showed great appreciation, the chief asked, "May I sing something from deep within my heart?"
Soon they were hearing the beautiful words of "I'd Rather Have Jesus." When he finished, in the silence of the moment, the queen said to him, "This song bespeaks the sentiment of my heart--and that of my husband."
The inspiring and challenging words of this hymn, written by Rhea F. Miller, so influenced twenty-three year-old George Beverly Shea that they determined the direction of his entire life. As he began to compose a melody for these moving lines, he decided to devote his singing talents to God's glory alone.
Growing up with devoted Christian parents, Bev was encouraged to use his fine singing voice as his career. One Sunday as Bev went to the family piano to prepare a song he found there the poem "I'd Rather Have Jesus." His mother, who collected beautiful quotations and literary selections, had begun to leave some of them around the house for her son to read, hoping to guide him spiritually. Bev was deeply moved with the challenging message of this text. Immediately he began to compose the music for the lines and used the song the same day.
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold; I'd rather be His than have riches untold;
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or lands. I'd rather be led by His nail-pierced hand.
I'd rather have Jesus than men's applause; I'd rather be faithful to His dear cause;
I'd rather have Jesus than world-wide fame; I'd rather be true to His holy name.
He's fairer than lilies of rarest bloom; He's sweeter than honey from out of the comb;
He's all than my hungering spirit needs, I'd rather have Jesus and let Him lead.
CHORUS:
Than to to be the king of a vast domain and be held in sin's dread sway;
I'd rather have Jesus than anything this world affords today.
N.J. Hiebert - 9902
THE KING AND QUEEN OF ENGLAND
King George VI and the Queen of England were visiting President and Mrs. Roosevelt in the White House. The Queen later became known to us as the Queen Mother after her husband passed away and her daughter Elizabeth ascended the throne. The Queen mother lived to be 101, passing away in 2002.
On that particular visit to the United States, a well-known Native American singer, Chief Whitefeather, was invited to sing for the king and queen and President and Mrs. Roosevelt. After singing two operatic arias, for which his small audience showed great appreciation, the chief asked, "May I sing something from deep within my heart?"
Soon they were hearing the beautiful words of "I'd Rather Have Jesus." When he finished, in the silence of the moment, the queen said to him, "This song bespeaks the sentiment of my heart--and that of my husband."
The inspiring and challenging words of this hymn, written by Rhea F. Miller, so influenced twenty-three year-old George Beverly Shea that they determined the direction of his entire life. As he began to compose a melody for these moving lines, he decided to devote his singing talents to God's glory alone.
Growing up with devoted Christian parents, Bev was encouraged to use his fine singing voice as his career. One Sunday as Bev went to the family piano to prepare a song he found there the poem "I'd Rather Have Jesus." His mother, who collected beautiful quotations and literary selections, had begun to leave some of them around the house for her son to read, hoping to guide him spiritually. Bev was deeply moved with the challenging message of this text. Immediately he began to compose the music for the lines and used the song the same day.
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold; I'd rather be His than have riches untold;
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or lands. I'd rather be led by His nail-pierced hand.
I'd rather have Jesus than men's applause; I'd rather be faithful to His dear cause;
I'd rather have Jesus than world-wide fame; I'd rather be true to His holy name.
He's fairer than lilies of rarest bloom; He's sweeter than honey from out of the comb;
He's all than my hungering spirit needs, I'd rather have Jesus and let Him lead.
CHORUS:
Than to to be the king of a vast domain and be held in sin's dread sway;
I'd rather have Jesus than anything this world affords today.
N.J. Hiebert - 9902
April 4
And the (thief) said unto Jesus, Lord, remember me when Thou comest into Thy kingdom. And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, today shalt thou be with Me in paradise. Luke 23:42,43
There is not a more striking instance of grace--the grace of Christ--in all Scripture, than in the case of the dying robber. In all the pages of the Word of God you cannot find anything more touching, or more expressive, of the blessed grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, than the way in which He deals with this man; for every person must admit it was a desperate case.
He was a pest on earth, and he certainly was not fit for heaven. His faults nailed him to the tree. He was a man whose history was of such a character, that he was going out of the world in ignominy and shame, a sinner in his sins, to meet God. He was within six hours of his death, and Christ met him, and saved him.
Has He met you yet? Has He saved you yet? Perhaps--nobody knows--you may be within six hours of your death. Who can tell? I am not a prophet, but I am a physician, and I have in my day seen many a healthy man, and know that he has been cut off in less than six hours. If you have never met that robber's Saviour, if you have never met my Saviour, do not let the few minutes that we shall spend together pass without your coming into contact with Him now. Seekers of light - W. T. P. Wolston, MD
Behold the Saviour at the door! He gently knocks--has knocked before;
Has waited long--is waiting still: You use no other friend so ill.
Admit Him, ere His anger burn, lest He depart and n'er return;
Admit Him or the hour's at hand when at His door denied you'll stand.
REFRAIN Open the door, He'll enter in,
And and sup with you , and you with Him. Joseph Grigg
N.J. Hiebert - 9903
There is not a more striking instance of grace--the grace of Christ--in all Scripture, than in the case of the dying robber. In all the pages of the Word of God you cannot find anything more touching, or more expressive, of the blessed grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, than the way in which He deals with this man; for every person must admit it was a desperate case.
He was a pest on earth, and he certainly was not fit for heaven. His faults nailed him to the tree. He was a man whose history was of such a character, that he was going out of the world in ignominy and shame, a sinner in his sins, to meet God. He was within six hours of his death, and Christ met him, and saved him.
Has He met you yet? Has He saved you yet? Perhaps--nobody knows--you may be within six hours of your death. Who can tell? I am not a prophet, but I am a physician, and I have in my day seen many a healthy man, and know that he has been cut off in less than six hours. If you have never met that robber's Saviour, if you have never met my Saviour, do not let the few minutes that we shall spend together pass without your coming into contact with Him now. Seekers of light - W. T. P. Wolston, MD
Behold the Saviour at the door! He gently knocks--has knocked before;
Has waited long--is waiting still: You use no other friend so ill.
Admit Him, ere His anger burn, lest He depart and n'er return;
Admit Him or the hour's at hand when at His door denied you'll stand.
REFRAIN Open the door, He'll enter in,
And and sup with you , and you with Him. Joseph Grigg
N.J. Hiebert - 9903
April 5
But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:19 And they remembered His words. Luke 24:8
The only writing of our Lord was with His finger, and that in the loose sand of the ground. (John 8:6) Other men who spoke words acclaimed by their fellows wrote in books to preserve to themselves a perpetual memorial of literary glory. Not so the Son of God. When He expired, forsaken on the cross, His words only remained sown on the hearts of men. There the Holy Spirit, like the sun and the rain, made them bear fruit after His resurrection.
When the Lord Jesus died, His works were doubted; His disciples seemed hopeless, and His words appeared lost, like the seed of the harvest, in the cold ground during the frozen winter. Peter had said, "Thou hast the words of eternal life," (John 6:68) but those words were not written, and now Peter has denied Him in the presence of His enemies.
The officers testified, "Never man spake like this man." (John 7:46) but now they have seen Him answering not a word, "as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so He openeth not His mouth." (Isaiah 53:7). All His friends were disappointed, and despaired when He was crucified. Who now would care about His words? The tree is cut down; how can it now bear any fruit? No other person's words have been so cherished as the words of the Lord Jesus; no other person's words would be remembered at all, were they not written when he was living.
Imperishable words! Here then is one of the wonders of words of Christ. His words are indestructible. He said, "Heaven and earth shall pass away, but My words shall not pass away" (Mathew 24:35). Millions of people lived when He lived. Countless millions had lived and died before Him. How very few of them spoke words that have survived the centuries! But of Him they said, "How knoweth this man letters, having never leaned?" (John 7:15)
Plant of Renown - Leonard Sheldrake
N.J. Hebert - 9904
The only writing of our Lord was with His finger, and that in the loose sand of the ground. (John 8:6) Other men who spoke words acclaimed by their fellows wrote in books to preserve to themselves a perpetual memorial of literary glory. Not so the Son of God. When He expired, forsaken on the cross, His words only remained sown on the hearts of men. There the Holy Spirit, like the sun and the rain, made them bear fruit after His resurrection.
When the Lord Jesus died, His works were doubted; His disciples seemed hopeless, and His words appeared lost, like the seed of the harvest, in the cold ground during the frozen winter. Peter had said, "Thou hast the words of eternal life," (John 6:68) but those words were not written, and now Peter has denied Him in the presence of His enemies.
The officers testified, "Never man spake like this man." (John 7:46) but now they have seen Him answering not a word, "as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so He openeth not His mouth." (Isaiah 53:7). All His friends were disappointed, and despaired when He was crucified. Who now would care about His words? The tree is cut down; how can it now bear any fruit? No other person's words have been so cherished as the words of the Lord Jesus; no other person's words would be remembered at all, were they not written when he was living.
Imperishable words! Here then is one of the wonders of words of Christ. His words are indestructible. He said, "Heaven and earth shall pass away, but My words shall not pass away" (Mathew 24:35). Millions of people lived when He lived. Countless millions had lived and died before Him. How very few of them spoke words that have survived the centuries! But of Him they said, "How knoweth this man letters, having never leaned?" (John 7:15)
Plant of Renown - Leonard Sheldrake
N.J. Hebert - 9904
April 6
Whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: and the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock." Matthew 7:24,25.
The wise man is the believer whose life is built upon the Rock, "Christ".
Looking at the trees at timberline we see a dimension to their growth not often recognized by the casual passerby.
It is the rare and elegant quality of the actual wood produced within the wind-tossed trees. Its grain is of exquisite texture interspersed with whorls and curving lines of unusual gracefulness. The stresses and strains of being tossed and twisted by the wind and sleet and deep snows of winter produce an extra flow of resins in the tree. Not only does this give the fibres a remarkable tight-grained texture but it gives off also an exquisite fragrance.
An expert violin maker, who is a master craftsman, tells me that he spends weeks each summer searching for special trees above timberline. From these he takes his choicest materials to create musical instruments of the finest quality and tone.
Wood produced in the high and tough terrain above the usual timber bears within it a rare timbre and lovely resonance not found in ordinary lumber cut at lower elevations. The fury of storms, the shortness of the growing season, the wrenching of the winds, the strain of survival in such an austere setting--all these combine to produce some of the toughest, choicest, most wondrous wood in all the world. Songs of My Soul - W. Phillip Keller
Make us Thy mountaineers; we would not linger on the lower slope.
Fill us afresh with hope, Thou God of hope, that undefeated,
We may climb the hill, as seeing Him who is invisible. Amy Carmichael
N.J. Hiebert - 9905
The wise man is the believer whose life is built upon the Rock, "Christ".
Looking at the trees at timberline we see a dimension to their growth not often recognized by the casual passerby.
It is the rare and elegant quality of the actual wood produced within the wind-tossed trees. Its grain is of exquisite texture interspersed with whorls and curving lines of unusual gracefulness. The stresses and strains of being tossed and twisted by the wind and sleet and deep snows of winter produce an extra flow of resins in the tree. Not only does this give the fibres a remarkable tight-grained texture but it gives off also an exquisite fragrance.
An expert violin maker, who is a master craftsman, tells me that he spends weeks each summer searching for special trees above timberline. From these he takes his choicest materials to create musical instruments of the finest quality and tone.
Wood produced in the high and tough terrain above the usual timber bears within it a rare timbre and lovely resonance not found in ordinary lumber cut at lower elevations. The fury of storms, the shortness of the growing season, the wrenching of the winds, the strain of survival in such an austere setting--all these combine to produce some of the toughest, choicest, most wondrous wood in all the world. Songs of My Soul - W. Phillip Keller
Make us Thy mountaineers; we would not linger on the lower slope.
Fill us afresh with hope, Thou God of hope, that undefeated,
We may climb the hill, as seeing Him who is invisible. Amy Carmichael
N.J. Hiebert - 9905
April 7