In these days of perilous times and outward satanic devices of various kinds, “The Saints’ Everlasting Rest”, an original work by Richard Baxter in 1650, may very well be the edification and encouragement, the help and direction, the challenge and cutting, for the church today.
In Matthew 24:14, Jesus said, “This gospel must first be preached throughout the world and then shall the end come.” Since Christ charged His disciples with the Great Commission, He has decreed ways to perpetuate the message of redemption throughout the world. Charles Spurgeon said, “The keys of providence swing from the girdle of Christ.” And His wisdom is displayed in the ways He exposes the world to the gospel.
I know that this may upset some of you, and that is OK. But please hear me clearly, it is not my intention for this to anger anyone, nor is it meant to be divisive, but rather an edification and admonishment from a fellow Christian. I would much rather stir up questions that you yourself would take deadly serious and investigate for yourself.
A walk and a true story meant to encourage, challenge, edify, and propel us all forward in walking with the One True God. Even more, I hope that these glorify my dear Lord and Savior.
Men need grace, but they shall not received it when pride reins. Grace is needed far more than anyone of us can know.
Time Draws Nigh...
"Be content to live unknown for a little while, and to walk your weary way through the fields of poverty, or up the hills of affliction: for by-and-by you shall reign with Christ, for He has 'made us kings and priests unto God, and we shall reign for ever and ever' - Oh! wonderful thought…
Do I Desire to Love God? "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind."
"...the soul that loves God flutters not about for worldly vanities..."
Up to this point, everything I did was for my own narcissism and all attempts to easy my hopeless, dark, hell-bent state were a failure. No matter how I tried to numb the pain and bring light into my life, I was unable. My prison chains were real, forged of a damning, deceitful, and disturbing kind of steel. These binding serrated bars and chain-links of death were unable to be lifted and left me most inescapable. I was powerless, and none of my works, even my very best ones, nor any of my uses of self-help, could rescue.