Charles Haddon Spurgeon Preached a Sermon entitled, "The First Christmas Carol". Read some of the "Prince of Preachers'" marvelous words in this sermon about the angel's announcement of Christ's Birth, as he explained the relationship between His Birth and the Glory of the God!
What is the instructive lesson to be learned from this first syllable of the angels' song? Why this, that salvation is God's highest glory. He is glorified in every dew drop that twinkles to the morning sun. He is magnified in every wood flower that blossoms in the copse, although it live to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness in the forest air. God is glorified in every bird that warbles on the spray; in every lamb that skips the mead. Do not the fishes in the sea praise him? From the tiny minnow to the huge Leviathan, do not all creatures that swim the water bless and praise his name? Do not all created things extol him? Is there aught beneath the sky, save man, that doth not glorify God? Do not the stars exalt him, when they write his name upon the azure of heaven in their golden letters? Do not the lightnings adore him when they flash his brightness in arrows of light piercing the midnight darkness? Do not thunders extol him when they roll like drums in the march of the God of armies? Do not all things exalt him, from the least even to the greatest? But sing, sing, oh universe, till thou hast exhausted thyself, thou canst not afford a song so sweet as the song of Incarnation. Though creation may be a majestic organ of praise, it cannot reach the compass of the golden canticle—Incarnation! There is more in that than in creation, more melody in Jesus in the manger, than there is in worlds on worlds rolling their grandeur round the throne of the Most High. Pause Christian, and consider this a minute. See how every attribute is here magnified. Lo! what wisdom is here. God becomes man that God may be just, and the justifier of the ungodly. Lo! what power, for where is power so great as when it concealeth power? What power, that Godhead should unrobe itself and become man! Behold, what love is thus revealed to us when Jesus becomes a man. Behold ye, what faithfulness! How many promises are this day kept? How many solemn obligations are this hour discharged? Tell me one attribute of God that is not manifest in Jesus; and your ignorance shall be the reason why you have not seen it so. The whole of God is glorified in Christ; and though some part of the name of God is written in the universe, it is here best read—in Him who was the Son of Man, and, yet, the Son of God."
I cannot say anything here. Reflect
Monday, December 21, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Sheep and and the Free Gift of the Shepherd
I love the Parable of the Good Shepherd. This powerful illustration at close glance examines the relationship between Christ and His Sheep but it also has a number of other illustrations that give meaning for life, top side of the earth. In the ancient near-east the shepherd lived with his sheep. I have been to the Middle East; I have observed the modern (not modern by today's standard) Bedouines and their charges moving across the desert floor, scampering past an occasional passing vehicle. They are always on a quest for their quay, the precious green pastures that lie clingingly close to the rivers and the gulf.
At night, the shepherds would bring their sheep into a fold, normally a cove surrounded by stone, mostly man-made. The sheep would nestle in there protected from predatory wolves or humans who would steal. The shepherd would stay and take rest at the opening or the "door" of the sheepfold. Often, shepherds would gather together in the evening and fold their sheep all together, hundreds intermingling with each other. The following morning each shepherd would rise and call their sheep, and out of the fold of hundreds would come that shepherd's sheep, for "they know their master's voice".
Take this explanation and set it against the backdrop of John 10. Jesus uses this example of sheep and shepherds to contrast two ideas of salvation, one is an idea of a sheep outside the fold of any master, the other is the idea of a sheep inside the fold of "their master". Listen to John 10: 7-11, it says "Then Jesus said unto them again, verily, verily I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep. All that ever came before me are thieves and robbers: but the sheep did not hear them. I am the door of the sheep, by me if any man enters in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out and shall find pasture. The thief cometh not, but for to steal and destroy; I am come, that they may have life and have it more abundantly I am the good shepherd, the good shepherd giveth his life for his sheep" . Do you hear this? What Christ is saying is the only way to salvation is through him (by me); the door. If any man enters in, he shall be saved and shall find pasture. He shall not only have life, but will have an abundant life!
Listen, you may go to church each week, but if you have not entered through the Door of Christ, you do not have eternal life. You may be a Christmas and Easter Catholic, but if you haven't accepted salvation through Christ (not the church) you are not going to heaven. You say Crow, wait a minute that's strong; that is dogmatic. Look friend at what Christ is saying here. You want eternal life; you got to come through the Door! Jesus also exclaimed best elsewhere, when He said, "I am the way, the truth and the life, no man comes unto the Father, except by me", John 14:6.
This Christmas season while we're focused on giving, why not accept a free gift that is offered every day? Why not listen to Jesus who is now tugging at your heart? I am Sherrell.
At night, the shepherds would bring their sheep into a fold, normally a cove surrounded by stone, mostly man-made. The sheep would nestle in there protected from predatory wolves or humans who would steal. The shepherd would stay and take rest at the opening or the "door" of the sheepfold. Often, shepherds would gather together in the evening and fold their sheep all together, hundreds intermingling with each other. The following morning each shepherd would rise and call their sheep, and out of the fold of hundreds would come that shepherd's sheep, for "they know their master's voice".
Take this explanation and set it against the backdrop of John 10. Jesus uses this example of sheep and shepherds to contrast two ideas of salvation, one is an idea of a sheep outside the fold of any master, the other is the idea of a sheep inside the fold of "their master". Listen to John 10: 7-11, it says "Then Jesus said unto them again, verily, verily I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep. All that ever came before me are thieves and robbers: but the sheep did not hear them. I am the door of the sheep, by me if any man enters in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out and shall find pasture. The thief cometh not, but for to steal and destroy; I am come, that they may have life and have it more abundantly I am the good shepherd, the good shepherd giveth his life for his sheep" . Do you hear this? What Christ is saying is the only way to salvation is through him (by me); the door. If any man enters in, he shall be saved and shall find pasture. He shall not only have life, but will have an abundant life!
Listen, you may go to church each week, but if you have not entered through the Door of Christ, you do not have eternal life. You may be a Christmas and Easter Catholic, but if you haven't accepted salvation through Christ (not the church) you are not going to heaven. You say Crow, wait a minute that's strong; that is dogmatic. Look friend at what Christ is saying here. You want eternal life; you got to come through the Door! Jesus also exclaimed best elsewhere, when He said, "I am the way, the truth and the life, no man comes unto the Father, except by me", John 14:6.
This Christmas season while we're focused on giving, why not accept a free gift that is offered every day? Why not listen to Jesus who is now tugging at your heart? I am Sherrell.
Friday, October 23, 2009
A Pilgrim's Brief Regress
Hebrews 11:13 These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of [them], and embraced [them], and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.
The older I get, the more that I recognize the meaning of the term pilgrim. Top side of the earth, living in the twenty-first century, the information age has thrown our society into a high-speed tail spin with information-overload at every turn and an exhausting schedule filling ones plate with a hundred equally-valid but sometimes hollow and vane choices. We need to reflect here.
Recently, I have had the occasion of attempting to research my father’s genealogical record. I have avoided committing the financial resources to the on-line services and have opted for my own searches. This has proved that it requires patience; but such has proven fruitful, and I must admit has resulted in a new-slate of web friends all distant cousins with the same aim, those of whom I never have had the pleasure of growing up with. If you choose to embark on such a task, don’t be surprised of the myths that are perpetuated in your family based on second and third hand knowledge of events. Life and in particular, people are never what they seem to be. This activity has given me pause to go back to those times in the late 1800’s and early twentieth century when my “grands” walked the earth. Wonder what it would have been like then; did they look to the now? Did they fathom the future?
When we measure our life, pedigree, education and human industry carry no real significance do they? No amount of sweat and blood towards human capacity carry no real thrust in the eternal, except only a few brief moments before they are rendered, wood, hay and stubble. Oh, we should work at our task at hand, “as unto the Lord”, but I am talking about our motivation in the immediate. I love this passage in Hebrews. I believe Bunyan magically captured this idea in his allegory. Consider where the writer’s context renders this passage, it was the faithful through the ages that could only see the “country from afar”. Oh that God would only keep our glimpse towards the afar! Oh that we would embrace the cross for His Service! Oh that we throw off the shackles of the now and taste a glimpse of Heaven and the Eternal! Oh, that we would work out our own salvation! Now that preaches!
The older I get, the more that I recognize the meaning of the term pilgrim. Top side of the earth, living in the twenty-first century, the information age has thrown our society into a high-speed tail spin with information-overload at every turn and an exhausting schedule filling ones plate with a hundred equally-valid but sometimes hollow and vane choices. We need to reflect here.
Recently, I have had the occasion of attempting to research my father’s genealogical record. I have avoided committing the financial resources to the on-line services and have opted for my own searches. This has proved that it requires patience; but such has proven fruitful, and I must admit has resulted in a new-slate of web friends all distant cousins with the same aim, those of whom I never have had the pleasure of growing up with. If you choose to embark on such a task, don’t be surprised of the myths that are perpetuated in your family based on second and third hand knowledge of events. Life and in particular, people are never what they seem to be. This activity has given me pause to go back to those times in the late 1800’s and early twentieth century when my “grands” walked the earth. Wonder what it would have been like then; did they look to the now? Did they fathom the future?
When we measure our life, pedigree, education and human industry carry no real significance do they? No amount of sweat and blood towards human capacity carry no real thrust in the eternal, except only a few brief moments before they are rendered, wood, hay and stubble. Oh, we should work at our task at hand, “as unto the Lord”, but I am talking about our motivation in the immediate. I love this passage in Hebrews. I believe Bunyan magically captured this idea in his allegory. Consider where the writer’s context renders this passage, it was the faithful through the ages that could only see the “country from afar”. Oh that God would only keep our glimpse towards the afar! Oh that we would embrace the cross for His Service! Oh that we throw off the shackles of the now and taste a glimpse of Heaven and the Eternal! Oh, that we would work out our own salvation! Now that preaches!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Time in the Furnace
The old blacksmith shop must have been a fine place of heat and toil. The images of this place are one of brawn and hard work. The smith could not have worked his craft without the anvil. That heavy slab of metal was the pounding block and surface in which the smith would bend and shape the heated metal into the final image. Boom, boom and a horseshoe was rendered; clank-clank, and out came a plowshare. Now, one should know that nothing could be produced without the benefit of the fire. The smith would crank up his fire in his stove and put that metal in there, bringing it out fiery- red; then and only then could the smith produce his craft. Only when its in the shape he wants does he submerge it beneath the cool water for the metals hardening.
Now I don’t know about you, but I don’t like being in the stove. I don’t like it when I’m the subject against the anvil. Life hurts and produces heat; life hurts and produces burrs and slag. Then we go into the sanctuary of God’s Word; we draw close to the throne in prayer. We discover that it’s time for the oven; we fret for its time at the anvil. The hammer falls and we bend; its clanks and we succumb. We pray for relief but it does not immediately come. We ask for the cool water, but it is lacking, nowhere to be found. Paul prayed to be rescued from the thorn in the flesh; he sought relief from the messenger of Satan. But God’s answer was “My grace is sufficient”. Spurgeon said, As sure as God puts His children in the furnace he will be in the furnace with them”. The three children of Israel (Shadrach, et al) trusted God…but they went in the furnace. They understood God, but they went in the furnace…they shunned the vain religion of Babylon, but they went in the furnace. I am sure it was hot in that furnace, but there was a fourth man! I see four, and the fourth is like the Son of God! Don’t pray for the water friend; look for the fourth!
Now I don’t know about you, but I don’t like being in the stove. I don’t like it when I’m the subject against the anvil. Life hurts and produces heat; life hurts and produces burrs and slag. Then we go into the sanctuary of God’s Word; we draw close to the throne in prayer. We discover that it’s time for the oven; we fret for its time at the anvil. The hammer falls and we bend; its clanks and we succumb. We pray for relief but it does not immediately come. We ask for the cool water, but it is lacking, nowhere to be found. Paul prayed to be rescued from the thorn in the flesh; he sought relief from the messenger of Satan. But God’s answer was “My grace is sufficient”. Spurgeon said, As sure as God puts His children in the furnace he will be in the furnace with them”. The three children of Israel (Shadrach, et al) trusted God…but they went in the furnace. They understood God, but they went in the furnace…they shunned the vain religion of Babylon, but they went in the furnace. I am sure it was hot in that furnace, but there was a fourth man! I see four, and the fourth is like the Son of God! Don’t pray for the water friend; look for the fourth!
Friday, October 9, 2009
On The Precious Healing of Words
I love beautiful music; classical pieces which draw out and evoke the majesty that only is ordained from the imagination of heaven. Only our Creator is the Divine Architect of such. The weaver of the gifted minds, hearts and ears can produce such splendor. Bach, Beethoven, Brahms, and Heyden produce such moods of imagery through their sweeping chords, movements and counter-movements that transport the hearer to a different place; a place of peace and comfort. These moments are breathtaking; they’re beyond words.
Ephesians 4:29 admonishes us: Let no corrupt communication proceed from your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers. Solomon declares “A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold.” A beautiful heart for Christ is like this. It discerns the needs of the forlorn heart, it senses the chasm of loneliness, and it hears the vacantness in the concert halls of the needy. When we minister grace to the hearers at just the right time, the Spirit-inspired time, we are parties to a Divine appointment of calm and soul soothing music. When we weave this symphony, it can only transcend earth and carry the hearer into the presence of God. Christ always knew what to say did he not? The Apostle here encourages us to put away corrupt communication, to toss aside cutting words, to mortify fleshly backbiting, rather, put on and practice good speech, why? To edify each other, to produce the beautiful chords of grace that only the Spirit of God can weave. You sense the hurting heart, strike the chord of encouragement; you detect the weak, lift them up with the sweeping movements of Jesus. Surrounded by the spiritually oppressed….lend the word of the Gospel. “There is a balm in Gilead that heals the sin-sick soul” Let’s make beautiful music friend. I am Sherrell.
Ephesians 4:29 admonishes us: Let no corrupt communication proceed from your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers. Solomon declares “A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold.” A beautiful heart for Christ is like this. It discerns the needs of the forlorn heart, it senses the chasm of loneliness, and it hears the vacantness in the concert halls of the needy. When we minister grace to the hearers at just the right time, the Spirit-inspired time, we are parties to a Divine appointment of calm and soul soothing music. When we weave this symphony, it can only transcend earth and carry the hearer into the presence of God. Christ always knew what to say did he not? The Apostle here encourages us to put away corrupt communication, to toss aside cutting words, to mortify fleshly backbiting, rather, put on and practice good speech, why? To edify each other, to produce the beautiful chords of grace that only the Spirit of God can weave. You sense the hurting heart, strike the chord of encouragement; you detect the weak, lift them up with the sweeping movements of Jesus. Surrounded by the spiritually oppressed….lend the word of the Gospel. “There is a balm in Gilead that heals the sin-sick soul” Let’s make beautiful music friend. I am Sherrell.
Friday, September 4, 2009
On The Ornament of Meekness
Thomas Akempis said, "The good devout man first makes inner preparation for the actions he has later to perform. His outward actions do not draw him into lust and vice; rather it is he who bends them into the shape of reason and right judgement. Who has a stiffer battle to fight than the man who is striving to conquer himself." Old Thomas was spiritually spot on. This giant was accoustomed to writing some of the most prolifically spiritual material written. "The Imitation of Christ" is still one of my favorite books.
Speaking of vice, I often speak before I need to; too often have found myself having to pardon my presumption or not understanding and not properly seeking clarity. Oh, I could pardon myself being caught up in the circumstances of the business that I am in; its about action; about results, about the bottom line; but Christ calls us to another place does he not? Peter tells us that we are a "Royal Priesthood, a chosen generation..." Given this, lets introduce 1Pe 3:4 which states, But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
Wow, you hear that? A meek and quiet spirit is an ornament in God's sight; it is a great price! Think about this one one! Meekness is a fruit of the Spirit; yes? With love and respect!
Speaking of vice, I often speak before I need to; too often have found myself having to pardon my presumption or not understanding and not properly seeking clarity. Oh, I could pardon myself being caught up in the circumstances of the business that I am in; its about action; about results, about the bottom line; but Christ calls us to another place does he not? Peter tells us that we are a "Royal Priesthood, a chosen generation..." Given this, lets introduce 1Pe 3:4 which states, But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
Wow, you hear that? A meek and quiet spirit is an ornament in God's sight; it is a great price! Think about this one one! Meekness is a fruit of the Spirit; yes? With love and respect!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Lessons From the Thunderstorms
I am really delighted in the rain; no matter the ferocity I often marvel at every detail, the thunder, the lightning and the paths of the runoff; I delight in the magnitude of a great storm. I have also often enjoyed at a winter's snow, ever since I moved north a bit; its solitude is delicious, and you can listen closely to the snow flakes deflecting off of the trees and a nearby roof; it sets the stage for the mournful whispering wind, with its crisp bite and siren calls to you.
When I was a kid I would often go out on our porch during a thunderstorm; from my post, I would view the neighbors making for their shelter and I would marvel from my perch, like the old bird keeping watch over the neighborhood with an approving nod; this was God's symphony and I was an observer from the mezzanine with a chance to see it over and over. Sometimes, when my parents were not home, I would move my seat to the hill at the edge of the woods; this was my sanctuary and only the snakes, birds and the other animals knew the place better. This is where I carved out life; where I dealt with emotions; I prayed, made life decisions and stolled with my guitar when it was'nt foul weather. Today, during my vacation we were caught in a torrential downpour. I was transported to that porch, to that wooded glade and amidst the hundreds of strangers struggling to free themselves from its throngs, I was once again joyful to see my old friend again. This is my reminder of God's enormity, of His power. It reminds me that He cares for His creation and He provides for a cleansing flood to water the earth, to care for the "lillies of the field", to touch the the Creation that we sometimes spoil by our existence. Oh taste and see that the Lord is good and his mercies are anew. Next time you have the occasion, let my friend the rain show you the Touch of God. With fond admiration; I am Sherrell
When I was a kid I would often go out on our porch during a thunderstorm; from my post, I would view the neighbors making for their shelter and I would marvel from my perch, like the old bird keeping watch over the neighborhood with an approving nod; this was God's symphony and I was an observer from the mezzanine with a chance to see it over and over. Sometimes, when my parents were not home, I would move my seat to the hill at the edge of the woods; this was my sanctuary and only the snakes, birds and the other animals knew the place better. This is where I carved out life; where I dealt with emotions; I prayed, made life decisions and stolled with my guitar when it was'nt foul weather. Today, during my vacation we were caught in a torrential downpour. I was transported to that porch, to that wooded glade and amidst the hundreds of strangers struggling to free themselves from its throngs, I was once again joyful to see my old friend again. This is my reminder of God's enormity, of His power. It reminds me that He cares for His creation and He provides for a cleansing flood to water the earth, to care for the "lillies of the field", to touch the the Creation that we sometimes spoil by our existence. Oh taste and see that the Lord is good and his mercies are anew. Next time you have the occasion, let my friend the rain show you the Touch of God. With fond admiration; I am Sherrell
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