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  • January3rd

    Sword and Trowel
    This was the cover of the first issue of Spurgeon’s magazine, The Sword and the Trowel.

    Another year dawns and if you are like me I find myself asking, “What is to be said about this 2012 year?” Or better yet, “what is my attitude towards this new year?” 2011 was a good year filled with many blessings and it was also a year that had brought about some difficult providences of God in my life. “What do I say about this new year?” What are some words to consider as a face a new year, even on day 3 of that year?

    I found an article titled, “A Happy New Year” in a monthly magazine not from this century or from the last, but from 1868 and it provided “sober cheerfulness” and thought to fill my heart and mind as I consider this new 2012 year.  I trust it will do the same for you.

    In the article, the famous and well known pastor and preacher Charles Spurgeon writes of wisdom proposing a familiar question, “What is the message of the New Year to the watchers who listen so silently for the bell which strikes the twelfth hour of the night?”

    To which in a most excellent, thought provoking manner Spurgeon writes of wisdom’s response:

    “Mortals, before ye grow weary of me, and call me old and long, as ye did the year which has passed, I will deliver to you my tidings. As a new year, I bring with me the promise of new mercies, like a golden casket stored with jewels. God will not forget you. The rock of your salvation changes not; your Father who is in heaven will still be gracious to you. Think not because the present is wintry, that the sun will never shine, for I have in store for you both the lovely flowers of spring and the ripe fruits of summer, while autumn’s golden sheaves shall follow in their season. The black wing of the raven shall vanish, and the voice of the turtle shall be heard in your land. Providence has prepared surprises of gladness for the sorrowful; unexpected boons will it cast into the lap of the needy; therefore let hope, like a dove, bear to the mourner the olive branch of peace, for the waters of grief shall be assuaged. Fresh springs shall bubble up amid the wastes, and new-lit stars shall cheer the gloom; the angel of Jehovah’s presence goes before you, and makes the desert blossom as the rose. He who makes all things new will send his mercies new every morning, and fresh every evening, for great is his faithfulness. Yet boast not yourselves of to-morrow, nor even make sure of to-day, for I forewarn you of new trials and novel difficulties. In the unknown future, the days of darkness shall be many; rains will descend, floods will arise, and winds will blow, and blessed shall he be whose house is built upon a rock. Crosses will be laid upon you for every hour, and cares will molest every day. Pilgrims of earth, ye must hold yourselves ready to traverse thorny ways, which your feet have not trodden heretofore; have your loins well girt about you, lest the trials of the wilderness should come upon you unawares. Your road leads o’er the barren mountain’s storm-vex’d height, and anon it dives into the swampy sunless valleys, and along it all you must bear more or less of affliction’s heavy load; arm yourselves with patience and faith, for you will need them every step of the march to “Jerusalem the Golden.” So surely as “the wintry wind moans deep and hollow o’er the leafless grove,” tribulation will await you frequently, for man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upward. Adversity is an estate entailed upon the sons of Adam. Learn this before it come to pass, that when it is come to pass, ye may not be surprised with any amazement. Be not, O children of God, dismayed at my message, neither let your harps be hung upon the willows, for I bring you tidings of new grace, proportionate to all your needs. Great is the strength which your covenant God will give you in the hour of your weakness, so great indeed that if all the afflictions of all mankind should meet upon the head of any one of you, he should yet be more than a conqueror through the mighty Lord who hath loved him. Onward, soldiers of the cross, where Jesus has led the way. The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath you are the everlasting arms. You are not called upon to go a warfare at your own charges, neither are you left alone in the battle: the banner which waves over you bears the soul-assuring motto, ‘Jehovah-Jireh, the Lord will provide.’ Labourer in the vineyard of the Lord Jesus, I bring to thee new opportunities for usefulness; I introduce thee to fresh fields of service. Many great and effectual doors shall be opened during the twelve months of my sojourn, and they who are wise to win souls shall have grace to enter. The moments as they fly, if taken upon the wing, shall yield a wealth of sacred opportunity: the frivolous shall ruin himself by suffering them to pass unheeded, while the watchful shall earn unto himself a good degree, by regarding the signs of the times and improving every occasion for promoting his Master’s glory. Therefore, with earnest tones, I warn you that I bring new responsibilities, from which none of you can escape. For every golden moment you will be held responsible. O stewards of the manifold gifts of God, waste not your strength upon trifles, cast not away your priceless opportunities, fritter not away your precious hours: by the remembrance of eternity, I charge you live with an ardour of industry which will be worthy of remembrance in another world. O child of time, lay not up for thyself misery in the remembrance of misspent years, but live as in the presence of the all-seeing God. Believer in Jesus, gather jewels for his crown, and irradiate his name with glowing honours, so, as I pass away, thy record shall be on high, and thy reward in heaven. Farewell.”[1]

    Let us, my beloved, be about promoting our Master’s glory, let us press on to new responsibilities that our Master has prepared beforehand (cf. Eph 2:10) “that we should walk in them”, may we live in the presence of our all-seeing Maker, God, and Friend.  Whatever providences, whether beautiful or difficult ones, were brought about by our Sovereign Master in this last year, let us with courage press on to do His bidding this 2012 year.  Let us irradiate His name with glowing honors. “Evermore let it be so.”

     


    [1] C. H. Spurgeon, The Sword and Trowel: 1868 (Bellingham, WA: Logos Research Systems, Inc., 2009), 9–10.

  • December12th

    Restless

    Posted in: Family

    The House You’re Building

    You dwell in the songs that we are singing
    Rising to the Heavens
    Rising to Your heart
    Our praises filling up the spaces
    In between our frailty and everything You are
    You are the keeper of my heart

    And I’m restless
    I’m restless
    ‘Til I rest in You
    (Oh God I wanna rest in You)

    Oh speak now for my soul is listening
    Say that You have saved me
    Whisper in the dark
    ‘Cause I know You’re more than my salvation
    Without You I am hopeless
    Tell me who You are
    You are the keeper of my heart

    Still my heart
    Hold me close
    Let me hear a still small voice
    Let it grow
    Let it rise
    Into a shout
    Into a cry

    I am restless until I rest in You

    Written by Audrey Assad and Matt Maher
    © 2010 River Oaks Music Company (BMI)
    Matt Maher Publishing Designee
    (Admin. by EMI CMG Publishing)

  • December5th

    Counting Stars (Deluxe Edition)

    I can see the storm descending on the hill tonight

    Tall trees are bending to Your will tonight
    Oh, let the mighty bow down
    At the thundering sound of Your voice

    I can hear the howling wind and feel the rain tonight
    Every drop a prophet in Your name tonight
    Oh, and the song that they sing
    It is washing me clean but

    How long?
    How long?
    How long until this curtain is lifted?
    How long is this the song that we sing?
    How long until the reckoning?

    And I know You hear the cries of every soul tonight
    You see the teardrops as they roll tonight
    Down the faces of the saints
    Who grow weary and faint in Your fields

    And the wicked roam the cities and the streets tonight
    But when the God of love and thunder speaks tonight
    Oh, I believe You will come
    Your justice be done, but how long?

    How long?
    How long?
    How long until this curtain is lifted?
    How long is this the song that we sing?
    How long until the reckoning?

    Oh, the reckoning

    You are holiness and grace
    You are fury and rest
    You are anger and love
    You curse and You bless
    You are mighty and weak
    You are silence and song
    You are plain as the day
    But you have hidden Your face–
    For how long? How long?

    And I am standing in the stillness of the reckoning
    The storm is past and rest is beckoning
    Mighty God, how I fear You
    And I long to be near You, O Lord

    How long?
    How long?
    How long until this burden is lifted?
    How long?
    How long?
    How long is this the song that we sing?
    How long until the reckoning?

    And I know that I don’t know what I’m asking
    I long to look You full in the face
    I am ready for the reckoning