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Our Inability

This is how Spurgeon quoted it in his sermon “Creation – An Argument for Faith”. I just love it..  Its again by John Newton 🙂

“I would, but cannot sing.
I would, but cannot pray.
For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away.
I would, but can’t repent,
Though I endeavor often.
This stony heart can never relent
Till Jesus makes it soft.
I would, but cannot love,
Though wooed by love Divine.
No arguments have power to move
A soul so base as mine.
I would, but cannot rest
In God’s most holy will.
I know what He appoints is best,
Yet murmur at it still.
O could I but believe!
Then all would easy be.
I would, but cannot—Lord, relieve—
My help must come from You!”

I cannot do what I would. I would leave sin, but still I fall into it. I would lay hold on Christ, but I cannot. Then comes
the question — Can God do it? And we answer, He who made the heavens and the earth without a helper, can certainly
save you when you can not help yourself.

Jesus Christ, my all in all

There was once a poor man called Jack in

a small country town who had not all the sense people usually have, but he had sense enough to be a great drunkard and swearer but as God would have it, he once listened to a poor woman, who was singing—

“I’m a poor sinner and nothing at all
But Jesus Christ is my all in all”

Home he went, repeating these words, he put his trust in a crucified Saviour, and was really converted. Soon Jack wanted to join the church, and although he was a pedlar, and always travelling about, he said, “I want to join your church.” They, remembering his sinful way of life, required some great evidence of a change before they received him, “O!” says he, “I must come in,” “But you have been such a great sinner, and you are unconverted,” added the elders. “Well,” said poor Jack, “I don’t know if I’m unconverted, and I confess I am a great sinner—but

“I’m a poor sinner, and nothing at all;
But Jesus Christ is my all in all.”

They could not get from him any other testimony save this. He would only say—

“I’m a poor sinner, and nothing at all;
But Jesus Christ is my all in all.”

They could not refuse him, and therefore accepted him for fellowship. After this he was always happy. When a Christian man said to him “But you always seem so happy and pleased, John; how is it?” “Well” said he, ” I ought to be happy, for—

“I’m a poor sinner, and nothing at all;
But Jesus Christ is my all in all.”

“Well but,” said the gentleman, “I can’t see how you can be always so happy and sure. I sometimes lose my evidences.” “I don’t,” said Jack,

” I’m a poor sinner, and nothing at all;
But Jesus Christ is my all in all.”

“Ah,” said a friend, “I am at times miserable because I remember my sad sinfulness even since conversion.” “Ah!” said Jack, “you have not begun to sing,

“I’m a poor sinner, and nothing at all.
But Jesus Christ is my all in all.”

“Oh!” said the friend, “how do you get rid of your doubts and fears? My faith frequently fails, and I miss my sure hope in Christ. My frames are so variable and feelings so contrary, what do you think of that?” “Think,” said poor Jack, ” why master I have no good things to care about—

“I’m a poor sinner and nothing at all,
But Jesus Christ is my all in all.'”

Our Troubles, Blessings in disguise

There is one thing which makes me rejoice even when I’ m sad and troubled and makes me happy that I indeed have to through them.. More often that not, I’m very sensitive to small pains and hurts, whereas I find most of the people around me not having the same problems as me. Let me not at the least say that others don’t have problems. But I have the tendency to feel that in spite of trusting God and loving him more I still sometimes am worse off than them. But the fact of the matter is that unless I go through such troubles and sorrows, God’s promises would never have been so sweet for me and his presence so dear. So were it not for my troubles and sorrows I would have not had such moments when I feel God’s love more. So in them I thank God for making his presence known and even for allowing me to go through this sorrow. Thats the time when I feel the words of God as the words of the hymns more sweet to me.. There are many songs which are sweet to me, but I’ll just mention one here..

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

The words become the song of my soul. I seek Refuge only on God and help from him alone. I want him to be with me and comfort me in my troubles and sadnesses..  So there is no wonder that for a christian, achild of God, the troubles of this world can be his blessings in disguise.. And when my heart is close to God I want to be more of his true child, to drive all my iniquities away and be his child in every aspect. May God grant me the strength to keep his statuetes and to walk in his way.

How Insignificant are we!

God has created the entire Universe out of Nothing.  When we consider the whole Universe, our Galaxy, the Milky way is nothing but like a drop of water in the whole ocean, And when we consider our Galaxy the Milky Way, our own Earth is again like a drop of water in the whole ocean and when we consider the Earth, how much more insignificant are we? Billions of people have lived in the years past, died, killed, cried, laughed and yet have turned back to dust. Yet in our own eyes how significant we are! Aren’t we vain enough to think that our own lives, are something great? Don’t we demand from God what we want, and don’t we feel angry if we feel God is too harsh? Yet again, when we consider the heavens, the whole universe, the earth and then ourselves, we find and feel that we are less than nothing in front of God.

The Psalmist also must have thought along these lines when he said

“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;  What is man, that thou art mindful of him?” Psalms 8.

Yet God is ready to consider us. He listens to our prayers, hears our concerns and cares. Yet we rebel against him as sinners , and still his love is there for us and he cares and chastens us. How much we should love our God for these great mercies.

I am forever thankful to God for having saved me out of my sins, and also for continually loving me in spite of my weaknesses. I am more than glad that he listens to my prayers and I know and trust that he will perfect me in my faith in the end!

“Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen. ” Jude 1:24

Jesus, what a friend for sinners!

This is the title of a nice old hymn.. And sometimes when I feel I hardly have a true friend in the world, this song reminds me again and again of how sweet a friend Jesus is. Though I am a sinner and always keep falling and sometimes sinning, yet he is there with me all the time, meeting my smallest needs. He is indeed a true friend. In fact he is the only true friend of sinners!

“He was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.”—Isaiah 53:12.

When we were far away from God Jesus came to us, became one of us, took our sins and brought us with his precious blood and redeemed us. Now just as we can call Jesus, the friend of sinners, we can also call ourselves the friends of God because Jesus was ready to be known as the friend of sinners. And its amazing how true  a friend he is.. I pray that the Lord always keep me trusting and loving him and never ever to betray him even unknowingly!!

Jesus! what a Friend for sinners!
Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, makes me whole.

Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a Strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in Him.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,
He, my Strength, my victory wins.

Jesus! what a Help in sorrow!
While the billows over me roll,
Even when my heart is breaking,
He, my Comfort, helps my soul.

Jesus! what a Guide and Keeper!
While the tempest still is high,
Storms about me, night overtakes me,
He, my Pilot, hears my cry.

God rewards us in our faithfulness in using our talents..

And not in the amount of talent which we have displayed.. I read this article from some time back .. Many a time people say.. this man was used to bring millions of souls to Christ, so he will be exalted most highly in heaven. I knew that this was never right. Because God’s commendation to the one who was given 2 talents and to the one who got 5 talents was the same because they both used it faithfully. God has has made men with few talents and God has made men with lots of talents. Even the one who uses his few talents faithfully to glorify God will be exalted as much or more than the one who was given more talents and as a result had more fruit. So when we reach heaven we can see that many people whom we thought hardly did any cause to the kingdom of the Lord will be exalted than others whom we thought did much, because the ones with less talents would have used them more faithfully. I read this sermon by Spurgeon called “The two talents“. There are some really good portions in the sermon which I would like to add here. Its an example how some humble and lowly people will be exalted when God rewards them..

You say, when such a man dies, who stood in the midst of the church, a triumphant for the truth, the angels will crowd to heaven’s gates to see him, for he has been a mighty hero, and done much for his Master. A Calvin or a Luther, with what plaudits shall they be received!—men with talents, who have been faithful to their trust. Yes, but know ye not, that there is many a humble village pastor whose flock scarcely numbers fifty, who toils for them as for his life, who spends hours in praying for their welfare, who uses all the little ability he has in his endeavor to win them to Christ; and do ye imagine that his entry into heaven shall be less triumphant than the entry of such a man as Luther? If so, ye know not how God dealeth with his people. He giveth them rewards, not according to the greatness of the goods with which they were entrusted, but according to their fidelity thereunto, and he that hath been faithful to the least, shall be as much rewarded, as he that hath been faithful in much….

The man with two talents came to his Lord with as great a confidence as the man that had five. ….

Furthermore, and to conclude, you will notice there was no difference in his Master’s commendation—none in the reward. In both cases, it was “Well done, good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful in a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.” Here comes Whitfield, the man who stood before twenty thousand at a time to preach the gospel, who in England, Scotland, Ireland, and America has testified the truth of God, and who could count his converts by thousands, even under one sermon! Here he comes, the man that endured persecution and scorn, and yet was not moved—the man of whom the world was not worthy, who lived for his fellow men, and died at last for their cause; stand by angels and admire, while the Master takes him by the hand and says, “Well done, well done, good and faithful servant; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord!” See how free grace honors the man whom it enabled to do valiantly. Hark! Who is this that comes there? a poor thin-looking creature, that on earth was a consumptive; there was a hectic flush now and then upon her cheek, and she lay three long years upon her bed of sickness. Was she a prince’s daughter, for it seems heaven is making much stir about her? No, she was a poor girl that earned her living by her needle, and she worked herself to death!—stitch, stitch, stitch, from morning to night! and here she comes. She went prematurely to her grave, but she is coming, like a shock of corn fully ripe, into heaven; and her Master says, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant, thou hast been faithful in a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.” She takes her place by the side of Whitfield. Ask what she ever did, and you find out that she used to live in some back garret down some dark alley in London; and there used to be another poor girl come to work with her, and that poor girl, when she first came to work with her, was a gay and volatile creature, and this consumptive child told her about Christ; and they used, when she was well enough, to creep out of an evening to go to chapel or to church together. It was hard at first to get the other one to go, but she used to press her lovingly; and when the girl went wild a little, she never gave her up. She used to say, “O Jane, I wish you loved the Saviour;” and when Jane was not there she used to pray for her, and when she was there she prayed with her: and now and then when she was stitching away, read a page out of the Bible to her, for poor Jane could not read. And with many tears she tried to tell her about the Saviour who loved her and gave himself for her. At last, after many a day of hard persuasion, and many an hour of sad disappointment, and many a night of sleepless tearful prayer, at last she lived to see the girl profess her love to Christ; and she left her and took sick, and there she lay till she was taken to the hospital, where she died. When she was in the hospital she used to have a few tracts, and she used to give them to those who came to see her; she would try, if she could, to get the women to come round, and she would give them a tract. When she first went into the hospital, if she could creep out of bed, she used to get by the side of one who was dying, and the nurse used to let her do it; till at last she got too ill, and then she used to ask a poor woman on the other side of the ward, who was getting better, and was going out, if she would come and read a chapter to her; not that she wanted her to read to her on her own account, but for her sake, for she thought it might strike her heart while she was reading it. At last this poor girl died and fell asleep in Jesus; and the poor consumptive needle-woman had said to her, “Well done”—and what more could an archangel have said to her?—”she hath done what she could.”

See, then, the Master’s commendation, and the last reward will be equal to all men who have used their talents well. Ah! if there be degrees in glory, they will not be distributed according to our talents, but according to our faithfulness in using them. As to whether there are degrees or not, I know not; but this I know, he that doeth his Lord’s will, shall have said to him, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”

Spurgeon’s gems – Nothingness of Man

My God! when I survey the boundless fields of space, and see those magnificent spheres rolling through it all–when I consider how vast are your dominions–so wide that an angel’s wing might flap to all eternity and never reach a boundary–I marvel that you should look on insects so obscure as man. I have looked into my microscope and seen the short lived tiny insect on a leaf, and I have called him small. I will not call him “tiny” again: compared with me, he is great, if I put myself in comparison with God. I am so little, that I shrink into nothingness when I behold the almightiness of Jehovah–so little that the difference between the microscopic animal and man dwindles into nothing, when compared with the infinite chasm between God and man.