Last Call: Weekly “Streams in the Desert” (10th-16th)

Posted: April 11, 2011 in Uncategorized

Last Call: Weekly “Streams in the Desert” (10th-16th)

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“All Devotional Posts are Presented in Weekly Format”

(Posted on Sunday for all Seven days of the Week)

 

 

 This Weeks  

STREAMS IN THE DESERT

 


SUNDAY

April 10

MORNING

 The Summer Will Come
      
      “Therefore will the Lord wait, that he may be gracious unto you” (Isa. 30:18).
      
      Where showers fall most, there the grass is greenest. I suppose the fogs and mists of Ireland make it “the Emerald Isle”; and whenever you find great fogs of trouble, and mists of sorrow, you always find emerald green hearts; full of the beautiful verdure of the comfort and love of God. O Christian, do not thou be saying, “Where are the swallows gone? They are gone; they are dead.” They are not dead; they have skimmed the purple sea, and gone to a far-off land; but they will be back again by and by. Child of God, say not the flowers are dead; say not the winter has killed them, and they are gone. Ah, no! though winter hath coated them with the ermine of its snow; they will put up their heads again, and will be alive very soon. Say not, child of God, that the sun is quenched, because the cloud hath hidden it. Ah, no; he is behind there, brewing summer for thee; for when he cometh out again, he will have made the clouds fit to drop in April showers, all of them mothers of the sweet May flowers. And oh! above all, when thy God hides His face, say not that He hath forgotten thee. He is but tarrying a little while to make thee love Him better; and when He cometh, thou shalt have joy in the Lord, and shalt rejoice with joy unspeakable. Waiting exercises our grace; waiting tries our faith; therefore, wait on in hope; for though the promise tarry, it can never come too late. –C. H. Spurgeon
      
      “Oh, every year hath its winter,
      And every year hath its rain–
      But a day is always coming
      When the birds go north again.
      
      “When new leaves swell in the forest,
      And grass springs green on the plain,
      And alders’ veins turn crimson–
      And the birds go north again.
      
      “Oh, every heart hath its sorrow,
      And every heart hath its pain–
      But a day is always coming
      When the birds go north again.
      
      “‘Tis the sweetest thing to remember,
      If courage be on the wane,
      When the cold, dark days are over–

      Why, the birds go north again.”

 

 

 

MONDAY

April 11

MORNING

     Music and the Rest

      
      “Into a desert place apart” (Matt. 14:13).
      
      “There is no music in a rest, but there is the making of music in it.” In our whole life-melody the music is broken off here and there by “rests,” and we foolishly think we have come to the end of the tune. God sends a time of forced leisure, sickness, disappointed plans, frustrated efforts, and makes a sudden pause in the choral hymn of our lives; and we lament that our voices must be silent, and our part missing in the music which ever goes up to the ear of the Creator. How does the musician read the “rest”? See him beat the time with unvarying count, and catch up the next note true and steady, as if no breaking place had come between.
      
      Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the “rests.” They are not to be slurred over, not to be omitted, not to destroy the melody, not to change the keynote. If we look up, God Himself will beat the time for us. With the eye on Him, we shall strike the next note full and clear. If we sadly say to ourselves, “There is no music in a ‘rest,'” let us not forget “there is the making of music in it.” The making of music is often a slow and painful process in this life. How patiently God works to teach us! How long He waits for us to learn the lesson! –Ruskin
      
      “Called aside–
      From the glad working of thy busy life,
      From the world’s ceaseless stir of care and strife,
      Into the shade and stillness by thy HeavenlyGuide
      For a brief space thou hast been called aside.
      
      “Called aside–
      Perhaps into a desert garden dim;
      And yet not alone, when thou hast been with Him,
      
      And heard His voice in sweetest accents say:
      ‘Child, wilt thou not with Me this still hourstay?’
      
      “Called aside–
      In hidden paths with Christ thy Lord to tread,
      Deeper to drink at the sweet Fountainhead,
      Closer in fellowship with Him to roam,
      Nearer, perchance, to feel thy Heavenly Home.
      
      “Called aside–
      Oh, knowledge deeper grows with Him alone;
      In secret of His deeper love is shown,
      And learnt in many an hour of dark distress
      Some rare, sweet lesson of His tenderness.
      
      “Called aside–
      We thank thee for the stillness and the shade;
      We thank Thee for the hidden paths Thy love hath made,
      And, so that we have wept and watched with Thee,
      
      We thank Thee for our dark Gethsemane.
      
      “Called aside–
      Oh, restful thought–He doeth all things well;
      Oh, blessed sense, with Christ alone to dwell;
      So in the shadow of Thy cross to hide,
      We thank Thee, Lord, to have been called aside.”

 

 

 

TUESDAY

April 12

MORNING

By Death We Live

            “As dying and behold we live” (2 Cor. 6:9).

            I had a bed of asters last summer, that reached clear across my garden in the country. Oh, how gaily they bloomed. They were planted late. On the sides were yet fresh blossoming flowers, while the tops had gone to seed. Early frosts came, and I found one day that that long line of radiant beauty was seared, and I said, “Ah! the season is too much for them; they have perished”; and I bade them farewell.

            I disliked to go and look at the bed, it looked so like a graveyard of flowers. But, four or five weeks ago one of my men called my attention to the fact that along the whole line of that bed there were asters coming up in the greatest abundance; and I looked, and behold, for every plant that I thought the winter had destroyed there were fifty plants that it had planted. What did those frosts and surly winds do?

            They caught my flowers, they slew them, they cast them to the ground, they trod with snowy feet upon them, and they said, leaving their work, “This is the end of you.” And the next spring there were for every root, fifty witnesses to rise up and say, “By death we live.”

            And as it is in the floral tribe, so it is in God’s kingdom. By death came everlasting life. By crucifixion and the sepulchre came the throne and the palace of the Eternal God. By overthrow came victory.

            Do not be afraid to suffer. Do not be afraid to be overthrown.

            It is by being cast down and not destroyed; it is by being shaken to pieces, and the pieces torn to shreds, that men become men of might, and that one a host; whereas men that yield to the appearance of things, and go with the world, have their quick blossoming, their momentary prosperity and then their end, which is an end forever.–Beecher

            “Measure thy life by loss and not by gain,
      Not by the wine drunk, but by the wine poured forth.
      For love’s strength standeth in love’s sacrifice,
      And he who suffers most has most to give.”

 

 

WEDNESDAY

April 13

MORNING

   Joy in Prison

            “And Joseph’s master took him, and put him into a prison . . . But Jehovah was with Joseph . . . and that which he did, Jehovah made it to prosper” (Gen. 39:20-23).

            When God lets us go to prison because we have been serving Him, and goes there with us, prison is about the most blessed place in the world that we could be in. Joseph seems to have known that. He did not sulk and grow discouraged and rebellious because .”everything was against him.” If he had, the prison-keeper would never have trusted him so. Joseph does not even seem to have pitied himself.

            Let us remember that if self-pity is allowed to set in, that is the end of us–until it is cast utterly from us. Joseph just turned over everything in joyous trust to God, and so the keeper of the prison turned over everything to Joseph. Lord Jesus, when the prison doors close in on me, keep me trusting, and keep my joy full and abounding. Prosper Thy work through me in prison: even there, make me free indeed.–Selected

            A little bird I am,
      Shut from the fields of air,
      And in my cage I sit and sing
      To Him who placed me there;

            Well pleased a prisoner to be,
      Because, my God, it pleaseth Thee.
      My cage confines me round,
      Abroad I cannot fly,

            But though my wing is closely bound,
      My soul is at liberty;
      For prison walls cannot control
      The flight, the freedom of the soul.

            I have learnt to love the darkness of sorrow; there you see the brightness of His face.–Madame Guyon

 

 

 

THURSDAY

April 14

MORNING

 In Everything

            “In nothing be anxious” (Phil. 4:6).

            No anxiety ought to be found in a believer. Great, many and varied may be our trials, our afflictions, our difficulties, and yet there should be no anxiety under any circumstances, because we have a Father in Heaven who is almighty, who loves His children as He loves His only-begotten Son, and whose very joy and delight it is to succor and help them at all times and under all circumstances. We should attend to the Word, “In nothing be anxious, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.”

            “In everything,” that is not merely when the house is on fire, not merely when the beloved wife and children are on the brink of the grave, but in the smallest matters of life, bring everything before God, the little things, the very little things, what the world calls trifling things–everything–living in holy communion with our Heavenly Father, arid with our precious Lord Jesus all day long. And when we awake at night, by a kind of spiritual instinct again turning to Him, and speaking to Him, bringing our various little matters before Him in the sleepless night, the difficulties in connection with the family, our trade, our profession. Whatever tries us in any way, speak to the Lord about it.

            “By prayer and supplication,” taking the place of beggars, with earnestness, with perseverance, going on and waiting, waiting, waiting on God.

            “With thanksgiving.” We should at all times lay a good foundation with thanksgiving. If everything else were wanting, this is always present, that He has saved us from hell. Then, that He has given us His Holy Word–His Son, His choicest gift–and the Holy Spirit. Therefore we have abundant reason for thanksgiving. O let us aim at this!

            “And the peace of God which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.” And this is so great a blessing, so real a blessing, so precious a blessing, that it must be known experimentally to be entered into, for it passeth understanding. O let us lay these things to heart, and the result will be, if we habitually walk in this spirit, we shall far more abundantly glorify God, than as yet we have done. –George Mueller, in Life of Trust

      

      Twice or thrice a day, look to see if your heart is not disquieted about something; and if you find that it is, take care forthwith to restore it to calm.–Francis De Sales

 

 

FRIDAY

April 15

MORNING

 Desperate Situations

            “The angel of the Lord came upon him (Peter) and a light shined in the prison; and he smote Peter on the side, and raised him up, saying, Arise up quickly. And his chains fell off” (Acts 12:7).

            “And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed and sang praises unto God. . . . And suddenly there was a great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken; and immediately all the doors were opened and every one’s bands were loosed” (Acts 16:25, 26).

            This is God’s way. In the darkest hours of the night, His tread draws near across the billows. As the day of execution is breaking, the angel comes to Peter’s cell. When the scaffold for Mordecai is complete, the royal sleeplessness leads to a reaction in favor of the favored race.

            Ah, soul, it may have to come to the worst with thee ere thou art delivered; but thou wilt be delivered! God may keep thee waiting, but he will ever be mindful of His covenant, and will appear to fulfill His inviolable Word. –F. B. Meyer

            There’s a simplicity about God in working out His plans, yet a resourcefulness equal to any difficulty, and an unswerving faithfulness to His trusting child, and an unforgetting steadiness in holding to His purpose. Through a fellow-prisoner, then a dream, He lifts Joseph from a prison to a premiership. And the length of stay in the prison prevents dizziness in the premier. It’s safe to trust God’s methods and to go by His clock. –S. D. Gordon

            Providence hath a thousand keys to open a thousand sundry doors for the deliverance of His own, when it is even come to a desperate case. Let us be faithful; and care for our own part which is to suffer for Him, and lay Christ’s part on Himself, and leave it there.–George MacDonald

            Difficulty is the very atmosphere of miracle–it is miracle in its first stage. If it is to be a great miracle, the condition is not difficulty but impossibility.

            The clinging hand of His child makes a desperate situation a delight to Him.

 

 

 

SATURDAY

April 9

MORNING

    Broken Things
      
      “By reason of breakings they purify themselves” (Job 41:25).
      
      God uses most for His glory those people and things which are most perfectly broken. The sacrifices He accepts are broken and contrite hearts. It was the breaking down of Jacob’s natural strength at Peniel that got him where God could clothe him with spiritual power. It was breaking the surface of the rock at Horeb, by the stroke of Moses’ rod that let out the cool waters to thirsty people.
      
      It was when the 300 elect soldiers under Gideon broke their pitchers, a type of breaking themselves, that the hidden lights shone forth to the consternation of their adversaries. It was when the poor widow broke the seal of the little pot of oil, and poured it forth, that God multiplied it to pay her debts and supply means of support.
      
      It was when Esther risked her life and broke through the rigid etiquette of a heathen court, that she obtained favor to rescue her people from death. It was when Jesus took the five loaves and broke them, that the bread was multiplied in the very act of breaking, sufficient to feed five thousand. It was when Mary broke her beautiful alabaster box, rendering it henceforth useless, that the pent-up perfume filled the house. It was when Jesus allowed His precious body to be broken to pieces by thorns and nails and spear, that His inner life was poured out, like a crystal ocean, for thirsty sinners to drink and live.
      
      It is when a beautiful grain of corn is broken up in the earth by DEATH, that its inner heart sprouts forth and bears hundreds of other grains. And thus, on and on, through all history, and all biography, and all vegetation, and all spiritual life, God must have BROKEN THINGS.
      
      Those who are broken in wealth, and broken in self-will, and broken in their ambitions, and broken in their beautiful ideals, and broken in worldly reputation, and broken in their affections, and broken ofttimes in health; those who are despised and seem utterly forlorn and helpless, the Holy Ghost is seizing upon, and using for God’s glory. “The lame take the prey,” Isaiah tells us.
      
      O break my heart; but break it as a field Is by the plough up-broken for the corn; O break it as the buds, by green leaf seated, Are, to unloose the golden blossom, torn; Love would I offer unto Love’s great Master, Set free the odor, break the alabaster.
      
      O break my heart; break it victorious God,
      That life’s eternal well may flash abroad;
      O let it break as when the captive trees,
      Breaking cold bonds, regain their liberties;
      And as thought’s sacred grove to life is springing,
      Be joys, like birds, their hope, Thy victory singing.
      –Thomas Toke Bunch

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