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or an illustration gives permanence to an important point in a message
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John 10:9 I am the door: by me if
any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find
A man once came to a preacher and said to
him:’ I was filled with joy in the meeting yesterday, and now it has
all gone- all- and I do not know what to do. It is as dark as
‘I am so glad,’ was the reply. He looked at the servant of Christ
with astonishment and said: ‘What do you mean?’
‘Yesterday God gave you joy, and today He sees you are resting on
your emotions instead of Christ, and He has taken them away in order
to turn you to Christ. You have lost your joy, but you have Christ
nonetheless. ‘Did you ever pass through a railway tunnel?’ ‘Yes,
‘Did you, because it was dark become melancholy and alarmed?’
‘Of course not?’
‘And did you, after a while, come out again in the light?’
‘I am out now,’ he exclaimed, interrupting the servant of Christ; ‘it
is all right- feelings or no feelings’
(Rom 7:24,25 8:38,39)
'It doesn't take much of a man to be a
Christian, but it takes all there is of him'.
Thomas Huxley (Luke 14:33 Rom 12:1)
The Christian is not ruined by living
in the world, but by the world living in him
17:16-19 Gal 6:14 1John 2:15-17)
Restoration to fellowship
A story is told of a
certain preacher who mourned over a backslider in his assembly who
had once been a regular attender at the prayer meeting, but for
months had not been seen in the place where prayer was wont to be
made. His voice, formerly so much heard in prayer meeting, was
sorely missed, so, after one prayer meeting, the preacher went
straight to the brother’s house and found him seated before an open
fire. The absentee, surprised, quickly placed another chair for his
visitor and then waited to receive the expected rebuke. But not a
word did the preacher say. Taking his seat before the fire, he
silently took the tongs and, lifting a glowing coal from the midst
of its fellows, laid it by itself on the hearth. Remaining silent,
he watched the blaze die out. Then the absentee spoke: ‘ You
needn’t say a single word, brother; I’ll be there next Wednesday
(Acts 2:42 Heb 10:25)
Fire of the Refiner
The refiner sits before his crucible, fixing
his eyes on the metal, taking care that the heat is not too great,
and letting the metal stay in the crucible only so long as is
necessary for all the dross to be consumed. The indication of this
is the reflection of the refiner’s own image in the glowing mass.
He sat by the furnace of sevenfold heat
As he watched the precious ore
And closer he bent with a searching gaze
As he heated it more and more
He knew he had ore that could stand the test
And he wanted the finest gold
To mould a crown for the King to wear
Set with gems of a price untold
So He laid our gold in the burning fire
Though we fain would say to Him ‘Nay!’
And He watched the dross, which we had not seen
As it melted and passed away
An the gold grew brighter and yet more bright
But our eyes were so dim with tears
We saw but the fire, not the Master’s hand
And so questioned with anxious fears
Yet our gold shone out with a richer glow
As it mirrored a form above
That bent o’er the fire, though unseen by us
With a look of ineffable love
Can we think it pleases His loving heart
E’er to cause us a moment’s pain?
Ah no! but He sees though the present cross
All the bliss of eternal gain.
So He waited there with a watchful eye
With a love that is strong and sure
And His gold did not suffer a bit more heat
Than was needed to make it pure.
( Job 23:10 Mal 3:3 1Peter 1:7)
I do not know what I was playing
Or what I was dreaming then
But I struck one chord of music
Like the sound of a great Amen.
A loose tongue will often get you into a tight
When Demaratus was asked whether he held his tongue because he was a
fool or for want of words,
He replied “ A fool cannot hold his tongue”
Simonides said that he never repented having held his tongue but was
often sorry that he had spoken.
Prov 12:19 15:2,4 James 3;2-8)
Sin, like a bee, into the hive may bring
A little honey, but expect the sting
Pleasures of Sin
An illustration of
sin's pleasure is the sugar - coated pill. We
loved those pills at first - they were so sweet - but when we had
sucked the sugar off, they were so bitter that we wanted to spit
them out. Sin's pleasures first, then the remorse and pain.
( Hebrews 11:25)
When about to speak inadvisedly, we do well to remember the
If your lips would keep form slips
Five things observe with care
Of whom you speak, to whom you speak
And how, and when, and where.
( Job 2:10 Ps 106:33 Prov 14:3 1Peter 3:10)
If you with pen would talk with men
Of five laws beware
With courtesy and courage write
Let calm control correctness sight
And round it off with care
Remember three things come not back
The arrow sent upon its track
It will not swerve, it will not stay
Its speed: it flies to wound or slay
The spoken word, so soon forgot
By thee; but it has perished not;
In other hearts ‘tis living still
And doing work for good or ill:
And the lost opportunity
That cometh back no more to thee
In vain thou weep’st, in vain dost yearn
These three shall never more return
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Until I learned to trust
I never learned to pray
And I did not fully learn to trust
Till sorrow came my way
Until I felt my weakness
His strength I never knew
Nor dreamed till I was stricken
That He could see me through.
(Ps 34:6 56:3,11 Isa 12:2 26:4)
Arriving at Chester at
2a.m. on a cold winter's night, after a rough passage across the
Irish Channel, I found I should have five or six hours to wait
before the train would arrive to take me the rest of my journey.
The station is a dreary
place to wait in at this hour, and season. it is cold,
desolate and terribly draughty, being open from end to end, and not
a terminus. I went to the waiting room and found an old
porter, apparently the only man left on the premises at that hour,
sweeping out the room. I could not help noticing his face, as
it had such a happy, patient look.
'Are you here all
night?' I said.
'For many, many years,
sir, I've been on night duty here; but I'm almost worn out now.'
'It must be very cold for you, you don't look very strong.'
'No, sir, I'm not, and
I'm almost racked to death with the rheumatics, but oh sir, I've had
such a blessed time this night, although the cold has gone right
through my old bones.'
Curious to know, and
but half suspecting the old porter's source of comfort, I said that
there was not much comfort in being frozen to death with cold.
'Oh! sir,' said the old
man, his face all lighting up, 'it is not that, but what I've been
a-thinking of before you came in was that blessed Jesus; and what
love it was of Him to go and take a body that could feel, and go
through all His sorrow and suffering down here that He might be able
to understand all my cold and pain this night, while He's up there
in Heaven. I know His feeling for me and loving me up there,
I seem as if I didn't half mind the pain. Oh! 'tis a wonderful
thing - His love - isn't it, sir?'
Through God's mercy I
was enabled to share my fellow-pilgrim's enjoyment of the Good
Shepherd's love, and a happy time we spent together talking of the
One dear to both our hearts
Dr. A. T Schofield
( Gal 2:20;
Heb 2:18; 4:15; )
Moods of Man
Within my earthly
temple there's a crowd
There’s one of us that’s humble,
one that’s proud
One that’s broken- hearted for his sins,
One that's unrepentant, sits and grins
One that loves his neighbour as himself
One that cares for nought but fame and pomp and pelf
From much corroding care I should be free
If I could once determine which of
these is me
(Rom 7:21-24; Gal
Warning of Danger
The road signs for motorists on all main
highways are instructive for travellers to eternity. Dangerous
crossings or bends are indicated before the motorist comes to them,
and we are warned to ‘Keep Death off the road’, and to pursue a
‘Safety first’ policy in preference to speeding.
Frequently too the warning is reinforced by a large hoarding
containing the words –‘ You have been warned’.
God’s word is replete with warnings to travellers to eternity, so
that none can say they have not been warned.
(Ps 19:11; Ezek 33:4-6; Matt 3:7; Acts 20:31)
Ways of God
His ways are ways of
And all His paths are peace
His words are words of graciousness
And love which ne’er shall cease
His works are works of holiness
And victory over sin
His wounds are wounds of tenderness
He only wounds to win.
(Ps 18:30; Prov 3:17)
David, like Joshua was emerging from
desert obscurity into a place of prominence. Adversity was
upon him. But instead of being discouraged, he encouraged
himself in the Lord. The he turned defeat into victory.
If others do not encourage us, let us encourage ourselves in the
Lord. How much He encouraged others! On the stormy lake,
and in the upper room. he spoke words of cheer to the
paralytic, and to the stricken women He administered words of
comfort. When Paul lay in prison He said, 'Be of good cheer.
( 1Sam 30:6; 2Tim
As a soldier who shrinks from the danger
The joy of the soldier must lose,
So the crown of the Lord is withholden
If the cross upon earth we refuse
( 2Tim 2:3-4 )
Two friends stood in a
large railway station and watched an express train with the most
modern of engines go flying through. 'What a powerful engine!'
remarked one of them to his friend, who was the Station master of
that station. 'Yes!' said the Station master who was a
Christian, 'On the rails. But off the rails it is the weakest
thing in the world. And, ' added, 'how like the
Christian! His power lies in communion with his Lord and
Saviour, but when he leaves the path of communion he is the weakest
person in the world'
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It’s rather queer, I must confess,
That folks in sects contend
That they’re not sects, but simply saints
And hence their course defend
All other folks are sects, they say
And we’re the Church indeed
But Bible proof that they say are right
We fail to find or read
And organised? Yes, organised
But here they disagree
Some say they are, but others not
Their members are all free
Denominations? No, they shout
But fellowship we claim
Why then do they eject the saints
Who will not bear their name?
Another sect is on the way
Absorbing all the rest
They hope ‘twill be the best
But some folks live
outside the camp
Of men: Christ is their Head
Though little, poor, despised and few
They rest on what He said
Their perfect safety is in Christ
From men and methods free
Like Mary, Timothy and Luke
They’re in Paul’s company
( 1Cor 1:10-13;
In the days when there
were fewer cameras and fewer photographs, and when it was an event
in one's life to have one's photo taken, an evangelist with a party
of friends was enjoying a pleasant Saturday afternoon in Rouken
Glen, Glasgow, Scotland , on a lovely summer day. He carried
with him a little leather case containing his Bible and, as he
walked along, a company of young people approached him and said,
'Please will you take our photograph,' thinking that the little
leather case contained a Vest - pocket Kodak.
Without a moment's
hesitation the evangelist said, 'O, I have it already.'
The spokesman of the party asked in surprise,' When did you take it?
You must have got us on the hop.' 'Well, anyway I have it
here, and here it is,' said the preacher as he pulled out his
well-worn Bible, opened it at Romans 3, and began to read to them
from verse 9 to verse 23/ 'This is God's photograph of
everyone of us,' he said, 'For all have sinned, and come short of
the glory of God;
Payment by Another
My husband was invited to
preach for a time in Inverness-shire, and proposed taking me and the
children to my father's home for the time being. That this
might be possible the Lord sent, from some source unknown to us, a
five pound note, and we were enabled with this to set out. When we
started from Glasgow two women with large baskets filled with fruit
entered the carriage. The passengers rather demurred to the
baskets being there, and thought they should have been in the
baggage van. However, the women seemed quite willing to
stand or do anything to accommodate the passengers if only the
baskets could remain, so we all settled down agreeably.
Halfway between Glasgow and Perth there was a halt for the tickets
to be examined. As the inspector came near to our carriage, to
our amazement one of the women got down and hid under the seat of
the carriage, and the other woman spread an old shawl over her.
She remained in this position until the train started again,
the ticket examiner thinking no doubt, that it was a bundle of
When she arose my
husband looked at her and said, ' You have been able to hide this
time, but the Lord Jesus is coming one of theses days, and you will
not be able to hide under the seat then.' The poor woman did
not answer but burst into tears, and when she could speak she said,
' I have a husband in Glasgow out of work, and four little children
starving with hunger. This woman and myself started with this
fruit in time, as we thought to catch the cheap train for the cattle
show in Perth, but we missed it, and we had only enough money
between us to pay for one ordinary ticket, and this woman has got
it.' Again she cried, and then she continued, ' with the
thought of not getting to the show to sell this fruit the face of my
dear children came before me, and they seem to say, 'O mother, do
something!' so I felt I must go without a ticket. ' We
were all very touched with the poor woman's grief, and my husband
said, 'well supposing I pay the fare between those two places, how
would that do?' The woman gave him such a look as much to say,
'you, a complete stranger, pay my fare'? She said,' but I have
not a copper.' He said, ' You do not need a copper if I
pay it, and I will.'
The poor woman could
scarcely take it in. As we neared Perth, and made a halt
at the siding, where Perth tickets were collected, the woman who had
the ticket whispered to her companion, ' I think you had better hide
again.' She faintly answered, ' I think I had better.'
She was just about to get down again when my husband said, ' don't
you believe me? I told you I would pay your fare.' She said, '
but the inspector is coming.' 'That does not matter,' said my
husband. So then she sat up in her seat and simply trusted my
husband. The inspector came right in this time, but before he
could ask any questions it was all settled. One would have
thought the woman would have dried her tears then, but she burst
afresh into weeping - ah, but they were tears of joy and gratitude,
and, turning to her basket, she filled both hands with fruit, and
put it into my lap, saying, ' it is all I can do.'
We parted from them
both at Perth, probably never to meet again on earth, but I trust
that this simple incident may have been used of God to their
Mrs. J. Scroggie
Jesus paid it all: all
to him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson
stain - He washed it white as snow
( 1Cor 6:19,20;
Col 2:14; 1Peter 1:18; )
Worth – How much?
Supposing today were your last day on earth
The last mile of the journey you’ve trod
After all your struggles, how much are you worth?
How much could you take home to God?
Don’t count as possessions your silver and gold
For tomorrow you leave them behind
And for all that is yours to have and to hold
Are the blessings you’ve given to mankind
Just what have you done as you’ve journeyed along
That was really and truly worthwhile?
Do you feel you’ve done good and returned it for wrong?
Could you look o’er your life with a smile?
It has been said, ‘ We are not what we think we are, but – what we
think, we are.’
A naughty little weed one day
Poked up its tiny head
Tomorrow I will pull you up
Old Mr. Weed,’ I said.
But I put it off the doing till,
When next I passed that way
The hateful thing had spread abroad
And laughed at my dismay.
A naughty little thought one day
Popped right into my mind
‘Oh no!’ I cried,’ I’ll put you out
Tomorrow, you will find!’
But once again I put it off
Till like the little weed,
The ugly thing sprang up apace
And grew into a deed.
( Rom 12:2; Phil 4:8; )
Two friends were
inseparable. One day one of them heard a story about his friend,
believed it without making enquires as to its truth, and passed it
on. As it went, it grew. his friend heard of it, and
their friendship was broken. the man thus maligned was taken
seriously ill and lay on his deathbed. His friend who had
spread the slander, heard of his illness and came to see him,
confess his wrong, and ask his forgiveness, which was readily given
by the dying man.
'Now,' said the dying
man, 'I want you to do something for me. Take my feather
pillow and scatter the feathers in the garden.' Though he
thought it a strange request, the visitor carried it out and
returned to his friend's bedside. 'Now,' said the dying man
'go and gather the feathers up again.' 'That is impossible,'
said the other. 'Just so,' said the wronged man,' I
frankly and willingly forgive you for scattering those stories about
me, but even my forgiveness cannot revoke the evil that has been
done. Slanderous stories scattered abroad cannot be recalled.'
( Titus 3:2;
James 4:11; 1Peter 2:1 )