I was searching on my bookcase yesterday for a book by C S Lewis. I know I have it but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I have probably either lent it to someone or put it elsewhere. I easily lose track of my books and am also a bit of a magpie. I did find several books lent to me though which I’ve yet to return. Whoops and apologies to those who thought they’d lost them.
My searching wasn’t fruitless though because I came across this tiny little book called “In Green Pastures” by J R Miller. He is not an author I had heard of before but he is credited in this book as being the author of another book called “ Come ye apart”. That sounds like a book worth reading doesn’t it..Come ye apart.
The title of the book had caught my eye as we have recently studied Psalm 23 in church and I thought the book was on that theme. However, it’s actually a Daily Devotional. It’s been clearly written in another generation, which you can tell from the language used, but there is no date of publication inside.
A quick search on Amazon though revealed it was first published in 1904 and you can still buy this book. That’s longevity. Dr. James Russell Miller was born in 1840 in Frankfort Springs Pennsylvania and died on 2 July 1912. He wrote quite a number of Christian books which are available still. He may be more familiar to my fellow American blogging friends? I’d be interested to hear.
The book was given to my late mother in law, Clare, by a friend who had written these words on the first page:
“To Clare, in remembrance of many happy days, with love and all good wishes…”Hold fast that which thou hast”. Revelation 3:11”
What a lovely inscription. I am sure each time our dear Clare picked up this little book, she thought of her friend and those words encouraged her. I love the exhortation to hold fast that which you have. Our faith and trust in Jesus is so precious. The most precious thing we have and not to be taken lightly or for granted. Let us be encouraged today to hold fast what we have been given through the grace and mercy of God.
Clare must have valued this little book because she had kept it all her life. We found it amongst her possessions when she died. It was precious to her so we didn’t want to part with it either. It has sat on the bookshelf though unread. Who knows what little treasures I will now find within.
Anyway, I am digressing, but if you are looking for another daily devotional then perhaps you could consider this little book. Even though it is written over a hundred years ago, God’s truths are constant. Culture may change around us, blown by winds of change, but God’s Word stands firm like a beacon in the darkness. I thought I would share today’s devotional on the Sin of Thoughtlessness below:
Lord please forgive me my thoughtlessness and for causing hurt to others even unintentionally. Help me through your Holy Spirit to be kind, gentle, loving, thoughtful and considerate particularly today and in the weeks ahead. I pray for a gentle heart. Amen 🙏
We are living in a time when people are worried and anxious about rising inflation, energy costs and the economy, not just in the U.K, but in other nations. The Lord has brought to my remembrance this morning a post from November 2020 and so I am re-posting today for weighing, testing and prayer. Our God is faithful and He is a good, good God in all times and at all times. He never leaves us or forsakes us.
At the beginning of November I had a picture whilst praying to the Lord.
I was seated with the Lord in a quiet place when suddenly a great wind blew up which started howling all around us and the walls and the ground started shaking. I was terrified as the wind was so strong and the walls around us started to collapse, but the Lord drew me close and put me in the crook of his arm. Even though I could still hear the wind roaring I felt safe and secure.
After that picture, as I prayed I felt the Lord say that we are going into days ahead of great darkness. There is a storm coming – a financial storm.
I believe the Lord is warning us that there is going to be a shaking again of the financial institutions of the world.
They have been shaken before but this time there is to be a mighty shaking which will cause many of them to collapse.
Great fear and panic will seize people as they realise that their assets and funds have been exploited by these institutions.
I felt the Lord was also warning us to be watchful to see who will come to the aid of people when all seems lost.
Beware of those who are the vultures just intent on picking over the carcasses of what has happened.
Those who intend to prey on the vulnerable and exploit their misery even more.
At this time the Lord says that He will arise amongst His people to bring ships to the rescue of those who are suffering.
This is the time for those nations to come forward and do good. This will be their opportunity to feed and look after and help those in need.
These ships will arise out of countries who will come to the aid of those from whom they have received aid in the past.
Woe to those nations who choose to turn a blind eye at this time. For they will have to answer to the Lord.
The Lord says that these days will be dark but He will provide for His people.
Turn to Him and call on His name for He will miraculously provide what is needed. He will care for His children.
Let our light shine before men who will see our good works and glorify our Father in heaven.
The Lord will not let His faithful be put to shame. He will crown them with glory at this time.
This will be a time of great suffering and perseverance and endurance will be needed within the body of Christ. Let faith and hope arise.
Clothe ourselves with love and grace and put on mercy and tender kindness.
The King is coming. He is not slow in His coming as some would think but He will arrive at the appointed time with great glory and triumph over all His enemies.
Arise and keep your eyes fixed on Him for He is the author and finisher of our faith.
He will sustain us through these times ahead and will not let us stumble or fall. Call on Him and you will be saved. Amen 🙏
I woke in the early hours with thoughts racing through my mind of all the tasks I had not done and were overdue. As I went through them one by one I started to feel overwhelmed and stressed. The more I thought about them all, the more overwhelmed I felt. Stress was building and I wanted and needed some more sleep.
I told myself “Stay calm”. You need to stay calm. I kept repeating those words to myself “Stay calm”. “Stay calm”.
As I repeated that word “calm” I thought, I can stay calm because Christ Always Loves Me.. yes, Christ Always Loves Me. That is never in doubt. His unfailing love never changes or diminishes. He always loves me.
I then thought of dear brother Alan’s post from the other day of how God rescues us in His Firm Hold. I encourage you to read it. It blessed me and I know it will bless you too. As I thought of Alan’s words, I thought, yes I can stay calm because Christ Always Lifts Me. Christ Always Lifts Me. Jesus always draws me closer to Him. I could focus on all the things I haven’t done or I could fix my eyes on Him.
I prayed a simple prayer. Lord take these burdens from me. I give them to you. I know you love me and care for me in all things. Thank you Lord. You are my help.
So those are my two reminders to myself for today. Perhaps you are also in a similar situation and it would help you to say….Christ Always Loves Me and Christ Always Lifts Me.
The wanderer has returned! You may recall my post about my youngest daughter (who set off for over 5 months on a solo back pack to the Far East) and my thoughts in Letting go…#TestimonyTuesday. Now she is back……but not for long. She heads off on her next adventure to university in Newcastle Upon Tyne, a city in the North of England about 4/5 hours away from us.
I re-read my post from that time she set out and I thank God for His faithfulness in being with her during her travels as her protector and guide. She has told me stories of things that happened to her and her friends and I know that the Lord was at work during those times. She calls it “luck” but I recognise the hand of God and am grateful for His answer to my prayers.
She travelled (even with the difficulties of Covid still) into Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam and Bali. She learnt about man’s inhumanity to man in the Killing Fields of Cambodia and the realities and horror of war from her time in Vietnam. I don’t want to repeat the things she told me about the genocide in Cambodia here as they are too distressing. She spoke of the impact of those atrocities still hanging over the country and people in a tangible way. These experiences will stay with her. God will use them in the future.
I was prompted by the Lord to fast and pray before she went away. It was only the Lord who knew what the months ahead held and I believe in times of our uncertainty that it’s so important to pray and follow the leading of the Holy Spirit. We don’t fully comprehend or see how God looks after us and the outworking of His providence, but I believe one day we will see and understand fully. Whilst I can thank God now for His faithfulness and goodness, I believe that one day when I will truly understand what God has done then my thanks and praise will seem so inadequate in comparison to His grace. Even in situations when I believed my prayers went unanswered or did not go “my” plan, I will understand that God in His inestimable wisdom and goodness was working things out for good in the long term. God is a good, good God.
They say travel broadens the mind and I can definitely see that this experience has helped my daughter mature. She has challenged herself in many ways and these experiences have helped her grow and develop. She is more ready for university life now. We were concerned that after 2 years of life during Covid and missing out on so many life experiences at college, that she would go a bit wild with her new found freedom. Have you seen cows when they are let out to pasture after being in the winter stables. They run, frolic and jump with excitement. We didn’t want her jumping recklessly into danger looking for “fun” after all those months cooped up in isolation.
The Lord has been laying on my heart that it is a season of change. I can see how this relates to certain things in my family and my life but I believe this change is going to be more widely felt. My husband and I enter into a new season of change for sure as both daughters will have left home. I look at the empty rooms and wonder what we will do with them? There will be a way I am sure and I believe the Lord will show us.
Last week, I had a word from the Lord which I shared in our church fellowship and it witnessed with some people and their situations. I feel prompted by the Holy Spirit to share this same word with you today. Please weigh and test and if it speaks to your heart too then please pray about it.
The Lord spoke to me about the paralysed man who was lying by the pool Bethesda. When the waters were stirred for healing, he couldn’t get there in time. He kept missing out. He kept missing his opportunity and thought others were always beating him to it. Taking the only opportunity available.
I believe this word was about more than healing and was for other situations. The Lord impressed on me that there were brothers and sisters in Christ who felt they had missed or kept missing their opportunity. Each time they felt someone else was beating them to it and it was too late for them. You see your vision being accomplished by other people and wonder about the promises the Lord has given you. When will they come to pass for you.
The paralysed man had not initially recognised the time of opportunity which had come to him and that the Healer himself was right beside him until Jesus spoke those words to him. “Take up your mat and walk” so the Lord is saying that He is the one that opens doors and makes things happen and gives opportunity according to His Will. He will fulfil His promises within His times.
You have not missed out. The Lord will clearly open the door in His timing and you have to be obedient to His voice telling you to “pick up your mat and walk”. Walk through that door of opportunity. Your time will come. Don’t hesitate but look and listen for the Lord is right there beside you in all things.
“Some time later, Jesus went up to Jerusalem for one of the Jewish festivals. 2 Now there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades. 3 Here a great number of disabled people used to lie—the blind, the lame, the paralyzed. 5 One who was there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. 6 When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, “Do you want to get well?”
7 “Sir,” the invalid replied, “I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.”
8 Then Jesus said to him, “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.” 9 At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked.” John 5 1-9
It’s my mum Pam’s birthday this week and so I wanted to re-post this testimony of her healing. She will be 84 and still loves sharing her faith in Jesus with others. She is doing well physically although her mobility is not as good as it was but she is coming to church using her wheelchair and loves it. I hope her story blesses you today.
So yesterday I posted about my belief in a God that heals in God’s Healing Power and promised to share my Mum, Pam’s testimony of her recovery from Meningitis.
My mum married my Dad, Bill when she was young. He was a reservist in the army and was posted to Somerset in England for his basic training. Dad was Scottish and a long way from home. He decided to visit the local Pentecostal church which my Mum attended. It was love at first sight according to Mum and I don’t think she wanted to let him out of her sight from that time onwards. They married but then my Dad was posted overseas because of the Suez crisis. Mum stayed behind with my brother, Ian who was just a young baby.
Mum was still young herself, only 18 years old, a young mother when she was taken ill suddenly with Meningitis. She had been out for the day on a Church outing. On the way home on the coach she got a bad headache which she put down to tiredness . It got worse and worse though and eventually she became so ill that they took her to the hospital.
She was diagnosed with suspected Meningitis and put into the isolation hospital. All she can really remember of that time is having the lumber-punctures to drain the fluid from her spine which she said were terribly painful. She dreaded them. The Doctors told her family that it was not looking good and that my Dad needed to be sent for immediately from abroad as she was not likely to pull through.
My grandad contacted the army and Dad was brought home as quickly as they could from Cyprus. It still took him some time to get home though. It was the 1950s so communication wasn’t easy. Even travel on army planes took some time. The army wouldn’t tell him either what was wrong with his wife and he was naturally extremely worried and expecting the worst. Dad kept the newspaper cuttings from the time which we still have. They are a bit brown but you can still read them.
My mum’s parents were not churchgoers but her Aunt Mabel was and it was my Aunt who had taken my mum to church. Mum had become a Christian and been baptised. The church committed to praying for mum and they decided to have an all-night prayer vigil for her when they heard the news that she was not expected to survive the night. They sent prayer cloths in for her to the hospital and were faithful in praying for her recovery and healing. She made it through the night and the worst was over. There was a breakthrough. There is power in prayer and in corporate prayer when believers come together.
From that time on, Mum started to get better and better and the Doctors were amazed at her recovery. They told her though that in their opinion she would still not be able to walk again. Mum was convinced though that she had been healed and was determined to show the Doctors that she would walk. She recovered her strength and was soon up and about. The Doctors were so pleased that she was able to walk that they agreed that she could leave the hospital and continue her recovery at home. Mum is convinced that God healed her in answer to prayer. Without prayer she is sure that she would not have survived that night. I’m grateful for those faithful brothers and sisters in Christ who committed to pray through the night for her. I’m especially grateful that God answered prayer and she made it because otherwise I wouldn’t be here today. Thank the Lord for His mercies. If you need God to move in your situation then I hope this encourages you to pray to God and trust and believe that He will hear and answer your prayers.
The encouraging thing is that because Mum had experienced God’s healing touch, she had faith in God to heal. She always encouraged us to pray in all situations. I remember one occasion when Mum had broken her ankle. She had been playing on my daughters scooter (she’d forgotten her age) and fallen. She was in plaster but still insisted on going to church. That night there was a visiting preacher, Martin Scott who had a prophetic ministry. He picked Mum out of the crowd and said that he could tell she was a woman of strong faith. He believed God was going to heal her ankle. It was incredible because Mum felt a heat in her leg and her ankle soon recovered.
It’s good to share testimonies of God’s grace to us and the good things He does. God is with us in all times of life, the good but also the trials and times of difficulty. As a family we have also had those times too. I’ll share more about those times and how God has sustained us in times of sickness and tragedy in other posts. Have a blessed day.
So the morning of my first shift arrived and I have to say, I had a few butterflies. I felt like the new kid in town even though this was only the second day of the games. I didn’t know who I would be working with or what I would be doing for the next 7 hours. Excited but nervous is how I’d sum it up.
I picked up my accreditation pass and headed for the workforce registration desk. I was checked in, given a water bottle to keep hydrated (very important) and a meal ticket to exchange for food later (also very important). I was then given a number 2 and a spot number 36. No further information was provided. Mysterious..I was told by another volunteer that 2 was my team for the day and 36 denoted my “spot”. A team leader would explain more at the briefing.
It didn’t take long for the more experienced volunteers (they’d actually only done 1 or 2 shifts themselves by this stage) but had clearly worked out the ropes, to explain to me that if you were given numbers 1-3 that meant you were working somewhere outside all day on your feet. Numbers 4-6 meant you had a role inside the Aquatics Centre where the sporting action was taking place.
Most volunteers were already aiming to be picked for teams 4-6 as that was perceived to be the place to be. It was more exciting, less hard work and you got to watch the action and you might get on TV. Mmmmm…I was listening to all this talk on my first day and already was being influenced by what others thought the best shifts were and feeling I’d landed a sucker. I started to think I want to be inside too. 🤔
The team leaders started calling out the team numbers and asking us to follow them. People dispersed to their teams. I was taken to “area 2” which was the area by the public security check in/tickets and also included the lower concourse. It was the first part of the venue that the public entered after queuing for access. There were some food concessions, a souvenir shop and the big #B2022 sign for photos. There was then a slope leading up to the upper concourse and to the venue. The interesting thing was that the slope arched around and so you couldn’t see what was around the corner or much of the venue itself. It was partly hidden away just out of sight. Being assigned to area 2, I was informed that I had to stay in that area for whole of shift. No venturing into other team areas.
I was to be on ticket scanning duty for the shift. There were 5 of us to process about 4,500 spectators in an hour and a half before the events started. Speed was of the essence. There had been problems the previous day with some re-printed tickets but we would have a “trouble shooter” with us. If a ticket didn’t scan we had to call for help and if necessary people would have to go back to the ticket resolution office. We couldn’t let anyone through without scanning their ticket either printed or on their phones. A successful scan emitted a “ting” and a big green tick. Access granted.
It wasn’t lost on me that I was to be a gate keeper for the day. Interesting.
It soon became apparent once the public had come through security checks that they thought they’d arrived and could walk straight in. They weren’t prepared to be stopped again and asked to show their tickets. They had to be verified. We started to call out to them as they were in security line to get their tickets ready for scanning and that seemed to work. It quickened up the process no end. Preparation was the key. It was all about looking at what was happening and directing people to where they needed to be whilst providing a warm welcome and answering enquiries. I’m no shrinking violet and to be fair soon discovered that I don’t mind shouting out instructions. It would be fair to say that I’m quite loud. Whilst I felt initially that I’d been thrown in at the deep end, once I’d mastered the scanner, overcome some ticketing problems then it was great and I really enjoyed it. It seemed I’d found my niche.
Once everyone had their tickets checked and had gone through the lower part of the concourse then our area quickly became deserted. The event was underway and so I felt a bit redundant at that point but we weren’t allowed to leave our posts because of the “late comers”. Apparently, there are always late comers so someone has to be there ready to check the tickets and grant entry. It was then a lot of hanging about waiting for the latecomers. That was the boring part as we were effectively stood down as the main part of our work was now complete. Nothing more to be done until crowd control for the leavers.
At break I sat with some other volunteers…..talk soon turned to what people were doing. It was fascinating how this was such a hot topic of conversation. Everyone was being defined by their role but we knew nothing of each other’s lives outside of this environment. One of the ladies explained that she was responsible for preparing and carrying the medals out for the medal ceremonies..nice. A very visible role. One of the other chaps said he was down the “alleyway”. This was the area outside the venue that people started to queue after getting off the buses. It wasn’t the nicest of areas and was indeed a very narrow alleyway. You had the terrorism police at one end with their guns, the security teams and you were trying to create a warm and welcoming atmosphere giving high fives to the crowds. It was definitely one of the “invisible” roles and hard work.
It was then the medal lady said something really interesting to Mr alleway. She said “it doesn’t matter what we do, all our roles are important”. However, the way she said it came over as really condescending and insincere. I don’t know if she meant it that way or not but it was one of those awkward moments of silence that followed. I thought oh no, that’s probably exactly what I would have said myself. In fact I could even hear myself saying it in a smug tone of voice. It made me realise that it’s easy to say things like that when you have a perceived great job, but the test is whether you’d be happy to be put anywhere and to carry out any role that you were given in the spirit of teamwork without complaining. Deep down did we really believe that each role was as important and necessary as the other…the honourable and the not so honourable. Wasn’t everyone already scoping out the roles they perceived to be better….there was definitely role envy.
That was a definite challenge to me given I’d already had aspirations for an inside role. However, I decided then that I wasn’t going to ask to be put somewhere else on my next shift but would take what I was given each day. That turned out to be more challenging than I realised because it wasn’t long before I was down the alleyway myself…
You may recall me mentioning recently that I learnt a lot from my time as a volunteer team member at the Commonwealth Games in The Final Whistle. In particular, it was these bible verses (repeated below from Corinthians 12) about being members of the body of Christ that really came alive to me and taught me much especially about how our natural person(s) or our flesh wants to strive for recognition – its a worldly mindset-and how easily we fall into the trap of categorising jobs and roles (the important/not important) and then likewise judge the people who do them.
I met some of the most beautiful people who were fun, hard working, generous, helpful and humble but I also met people who came over as being lazy, full of their own importance, know it alls, bossy and difficult to work with. Mmmmmmm….which one was I? I experienced good team leaders and those who were not so good. There was so much variety of human life demonstrated in that short period of time that it was almost overwhelming but what a blessing it was to me. Over the next few posts I’ll share the background to this journey, the stories (names will be changed) and what I learnt about myself and my role as a member of the Body of Christ and an ambassador for Jesus.
The Background – All the volunteers were called the “Commonwealth Collective” and there were many different teams with a variety of functions ranging from administration tasks, logistics, hospitality, welcome, medical, family services etc. Some were front of house roles which they called being on the “field of play” and highly visible to the public and some were behind the scenes roles – hidden but vital for the other roles to function e.g accreditation. I soon learnt that there were “serial volunteers” who really knew the inside track from having volunteered at many sporting events worldwide. Me, I was a complete novice at this.
We were all strangers from different parts of the UK and some people from overseas who were brought together with our different personalities and skills to carry out a specific function assigned to us. Those roles had been assigned based on our application forms and interviews. The application process had opened about 18 months prior to the start of the Games with interviews carried out over a period of months. There were about 24,000 interviews carried out for 13,000 roles. I was selected to be part of the interviewing panel which I really enjoyed. In my family, my husband, daughter and myself all volunteered and we were all given different roles in different places. Each of us had a very different games’ experience.
The key though was that whatever role we had been assigned and wherever we were deployed, as there were many locations and venues…we were all part of the Commonwealth Collective and identifiable to each other by the uniform we wore and our accreditation badge. There were about 13,000 volunteers who were all members of the Collective. I didn’t meet the vast majority of these people but for that time, I was a team member with them and they were also team members with me. It didn’t matter that we didn’t meet, know each other..we were still part of the same team with a common objective.
How I carried out my role and what I did or failed to do would impact on the other volunteers, some more so than others depending on our proximity and reliance on each other, and vice versa. I didn’t want to let them down. There was specific training given for our assigned roles so that we all knew what was required of us. We were expected to learn and engage with that process. If you didn’t turn up for the training then you couldn’t take part. Training was a compulsory requirement.
There was also a code of conduct for volunteers setting out the standards of behaviour expected of a volunteer. It set out what was expected and what behaviours would not be tolerated. The key requirement was to treat each other with respect. One of the elements that was stressed was to LISTEN. Good volunteers listened and so listening skills were emphasised.
“Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ.
For we were all baptised by one Spirit so as to form one body – whether Jews or Gentiles, slave or free – and we were all given the one Spirit to drink.
And so the body is not made up of one part but of many. Now if the foot should say, ‘Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,’ it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. And if the ear should say, ‘Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,’ it would not for that reason stop being part of the body.
If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be?
But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. If they were all one part, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, but one body. The eye cannot say to the hand, ‘I don’t need you!’ And the head cannot say to the feet, ‘I don’t need you!’
On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and the parts that we think are less honourable we treat with special honour. And the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty, while our presentable parts need no special treatment.
But God has put the body together, giving greater honour to the parts that lacked it, so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other.
If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honoured, every part rejoices with it.
Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it.
And God has placed in the church first of all apostles, second prophets, third teachers, then miracles, then gifts of healing, of helping, of guidance, and of different kinds of tongues. Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Do all work miracles? Do all have gifts of healing? Do all speak in tongues? Do all interpret? Now eagerly desire the greater gifts. And yet I will show you the most excellent way.
Morning all, today’s blog is one that I have posted before, it is not about that famous song by The Beatles but about Jude – it’s that small book in the bible, right near the end, just before Revelation – very easy to miss.
It might be small but it certainly packs a punch. It’s probably not the subject of a sermon that we hear much in church these days. However, the key messages are as relevant for today’s church as they were when Jude wrote them.
Jude warns us as disciples of Jesus to:
Watch out for people who are just pretending to be holy but abuse the grace of God and the sacrifice of Jesus and keep right on sinning, then repent and sin again – especially sexual sin. There is no intention of true repentance in such people. Don’t follow their example or be led astray by their behaviour.
Watch out for people who despise authority -they are not submissive but proud and will not listen. They cause division and stir up trouble.
Watch out for those who speak disdainfully and disrespectfully about things they do not understand – especially things of the spirit realm. Such people are selfish and motivated by greed and a desire for recognition. They are takers not givers.
Beware of people who will change their opinions and allegiances – they are easily swayed. They will agree with whatever view is popular. They have no firm faith. No firm foundation.
Beware of people who are grumblers and faultfinders – always moaning and complaining. Nothing is ever good enough. They are dissatisfied and disappointed.
Beware of those who are boastful and living for their own pleasures – people who will flatter and manipulate for their own benefit.
These people follow the flesh and not the Spirit.
We need to be aware of any such behaviour so that we do not agree with it, align ourselves with it or fall victim to it.
Jude’s advice to us is:
Build our faith up in Jesus. Keep praying in the Holy Spirit and rest in God’s love and mercy;
Discern those who are doubting or weak in faith – help to disciple such people and build their faith;
Show mercy and reach out to help those that are weak – treat them with compassion.
We can all stumble and fall and need a helping hand from each other.
There is a difference between those who are wilfully being disobedient to God and doing ungodly things and treating the sacrifice and blood of Jesus as an excuse to sin than those who sincerely desire change but struggle and need help.
Warn each other about the consequences of such ungodly behaviour (in a Godly, gentle and truthful way).
Wisdom is the application of knowledge. Jude gives us knowledge and it is God’s wisdom to apply it in our walk with the Lord.
This is the question that the Holy Spirit prompted me to ask recently.
The Lord said “Who has believed our report? Is My arm too short?”
I have felt prompted by the Holy Spirit this morning to share that word with you today. Do you need to hear those words today?
Is the Lord’s arm too short in your situation, in your circumstances?
Is the Lord’s arm too short to rescue you?
The answer my friend is No. The Lord’s arm is not too short. Not today or tomorrow.
The Lord’s arm is not too short.
Holy Scripture declares it to us. The Word of God tells us of His marvellous works and His miraculous deeds. From the foundations of the world, the coming of our dear Saviour Jesus, His miracles, from His death and mighty resurrection and the outpouring to us of the Holy Spirit. Our Lord is marvellous in all His works.
The Lord can reach down from His throne in Heaven and lift you up today. He is sovereign over all things. Call to Him today and put your faith and trust in Him because He alone is God. He alone can save you. There is no-one else who has the power.
“The Lord answered Moses, ‘Is the Lord’s arm too short? Now you will see whether or not what I say will come true for you.’ Numbers 11:18-23
“Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save, nor his ear too dull to hear” Isaiah 59:1
“When I came, why was there no one? When I called, why was there no one to answer? Was my arm too short to deliver you? Do I lack the strength to rescue you? By a mere rebuke I dry up the sea, I turn rivers into a desert; their fish rot for lack of water and die of thirst.” Isaiah 50:2
Bless you today my dear friends. I pray that you will be strengthened and encouraged. Keep your eyes fixed upon the Lord and may your faith in God declare as a sure testimony that His arm is not too short to reach you today.