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.
Time Draws Nigh...
"...the soul that loves God flutters not about for worldly vanities..."
Brother Don Currin has been a blessing to me the last few years since coming to know and follow him. His posts and preaching are always so edifying and encouraging me unto Christ. This message below is so timely.
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.
In mid-January of this year Pastor Carter Conlon gave a very important, and quite serious, message for those who live in America to heed.
"...they have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water."
When personal works are but filth; when entertainment no longer numbs; when self-righteousness and the pride of life are shown for the powerless vanity that they are; when man cannot give comfort to the soul - O' what a place, O' what a sweet place raw reality.
Does not life often feel as if the captain of the ship has died and you are the one left at the helm, a helm untrained, a helm that is being beaten down and tossed by turbulent waves, being left to pilot a storm battered vessel with no direction of true north. At least for me, I know that it does sometimes feel exactly like this.
No praise has ever been so sweet as the praise that is given unto God, while walking with Him, in the midst of trials. And the specific trials themselves, by their type, need not a name. It is that they are trials unto you and unto me, being specific in their nature, even divinely appointed, and piercing deeply, that we might come to rest fully in the absolute sovereignty of His very being.